The young man was Lin Yi. Since Lin Yi became a celebrity in a documentary, many TV stations have given him olive branches, but he finally rejected them. Because for Lin Yi, the happiest thing is not to become famous or to be a grassroots star on variety shows, but to keep searching for books, training, and seeing the real world of collection. So Lin Yi bid farewell to Haitang and his family and came to Jinling, thousands of miles away.

As a famous historical and cultural city and the most historical collection capital in China, Lin Yi feels that hiding dragons and lying tigers here will definitely help him gain more experience.

Since you are here in Jinling, you must visit Confucius Temple. For outsiders, Confucius Temple is equivalent to the coordinates of the Jinling antique market, representing that history that will never be erased.

Leaving Li Tiezui's fortune telling stall, Lin Yi walked straight ahead. At noon, there was no one, and the entire Confucius Temple was particularly quiet. Lin Yi took out a bottle of water from his bag and saw a street stall not far away, so he walked over. Unfortunately, it was not a person who bought and sold old books, but some messy old objects, such as old watches, chairmen's seals, faded jade rings, gold and stone seals.

The stall owner was a thin old man in his fifties. Seeing Lin Yi squatting down and looking at his grocery stall, he looked at the mineral water in Lin Yi's hand, and his chapped lips a few times and said, "Can I let me take a sip?"

Lin Yi smiled and handed the water over.

The thin old man was obviously very thirsty. He took the water and drank more than half of his mouth in one breath. Then he burped comfortably. Seeing Lin Yi looking at him, he was embarrassed to return half of the water, so he said, "Young man, see if there is anything you like in this stall. I'll give you half the price."

Lin Yi said, "Don't be polite, I still have water in my bag---Are you a local here? Are you familiar with this Confucius Temple?"

When the old man heard this, he became energetic and said, "Young man has such a good eye. You can tell at a glance that I am a local. I have been setting up a stall here for almost twenty years. In short, I am also one of the elders of this antique area." Then the old man talked endlessly.

"Speaking of the current Confucius Temple, all of which are rebuilt, are different from what I remembered when I was a child. I remember clearly that when I was a child, I loved to run here. In the 1950s, I watched the artists of the world dance and play sticks, the magicians' colorful tricks, listen to drum books, crosstalk, watch shadow puppets, and even Cai Shaowu's performance of car racing on the wall.

In the 1960s, I liked to visit the Confucius Temple Book Market and buy some cheap books. I remember clearly that the first dictionary I used was bought at the Confucius Temple old book stall, which cost 1 cent 2 cents!

The 1970s was the most depressing period of Confucius Temple. Many things that the people liked to see disappeared. At that time, the core area of ​​Confucius Temple was also deserted. Finally, it was changed to Yong'an Shopping Mall and Vegetable Market, making the whole place incongruous.

The 1980s was the beginning of the revival of Confucius Temple. Since 1984, relevant departments have put the renovation of Confucius Temple on the agenda. First, solve the problem of "There is no temple in Confucius Temple" for nearly half a century. Foreign tourists often look confused when visiting Confucius Temple. They are neither seeing the Confucius Temple nor seeing the temple anymore. It turns out to be a bustling market. Speaking of which, even the old man, I, the old Nanjing, do not know the specific location of the Confucius Temple. Japanese planes bombed before Nanjing fell in 1937, and after the fall, the Japanese army set fire to a fire, turning the area of ​​Confucius Temple into ashes. Perhaps the Japanese hatred for Confucius Temple was because the National Government had just held a "trophy exhibition" here, which made the "Imperial Army" very embarrassed, so they burned it.

In the past 10 years since 1984, the government has invested more than 2 billion yuan to rebuild more than 300,000 square meters of ancient buildings. All of them are "green bricks, small tiles, horse head walls, and fallen flowers and lattice windows in the corridors. The Hui-style buildings have made Confucius Temple look new and spectacular, and even the storefronts are filled with ancient style. This is far from the vague and false artistic conception of the old man. However, it is a good location for us street stalls. Don't look at my street stalls with small business and selling miscellaneous goods. I can make a lot of money all day long. My two sons have been offered by me from school to marriage...

After hearing the old man say so carefully, Lin Yi couldn't help but smile and said, "But I saw that there are not many people setting up stalls. I spent most of the day shopping before I saw your stall."

The old man smiled, "You are just an amateur. We stalls are not like other places. They like to collect the stalls at noon to make up for a sleep, and then open them in the afternoon... How come they say that, you can never earn money. Your body is the most important, and the secret to health preservation is also said, "Ziwu sleep is very important, the little ghost of Hell can't catch it."

Lin Yi suddenly realized that no wonder he had been walking around for a long time and didn't see a few stalls. It turned out that they all closed the stalls and went to bed. It was really a shame to come to him at noon.

"Young man, I think you are so gentle. Should you come here to travel or go to school?" the thin old man suddenly asked.

Lin Yi smiled and said, "Store around and buy a few books."

"Buy books? Do you buy old books? There are not many young people who like old books now. Those who come to Confucius Temple to buy books are either old men in their forties or fifties, middle-aged people in their thirties or forties. Occasionally, a college student or two comes, but they just read it but don't buy it."

"Why is this?" Lin Yiqi said.

"Why? Books are expensive!" The thin old man curled his lips, "I can't figure out when the old books originally weighed by jin became so valuable. Remember clearly that I used to pay a few cents here to buy a set of villain books with good looks, such as "Railway Guerrillas", "Journey to the West", and "Water Margin", now you are not a few hundred or even thousands of dollars, and you can't buy them at all. Also, the books and thread-bound books of the Republic of China were not valuable in the past. Traditional Chinese characters were difficult to recognize, so people would not dare to buy them, and some even give them for free. Now, just the new literature of the Republic of China in a stall yesterday, sold for tens of thousands of yuan! Grandma's, more than those of us who sell miscellaneous items... If you have a long eye and know that this thing is so valuable now, I will buy them all and go home. If you keep it now, you will be well developed---"

When Lin Yi heard the skinny old man say something interesting, he smiled and said, "Yes, it's a pity that no one has any eyes. If he could predict these things, he would hide the monkey ticket, Yuan Datou and others, and it has doubled until now..." As he said this, Lin Yi heard two important news from the old man's words. First, there are many good books here, and second, good books here are very expensive. It seems that Jinling is worthy of being a place where scholars gather, and it is probably difficult to "find a bargain".

Lin Yi unknowingly chatted with the thin old man for a long time. Although this thin old man was a street stall, he was knowledgeable and traveled around the world all year round. He came to him when he opened his mouth and said that Fu Baoshi and Zhou Qi liked to visit Confucius Temple, and he had seen them. Especially in the 1960s, he sold Fu Baoshi a calligraphy and painting, which seemed to be painted by Zheng Banqiao of the Qing Dynasty. The old man bargained very well, and he cut from ten yuan to three yuan. Now that he thought about the loss, the painting would be worth at least millions if he had been put into the street stall now... The old man shook his head and sighed, saying that he might have the life of setting up a street stall and he would not have the blessing.

As the saying goes, "It is better to travel thousands of miles than reading books." It is probably a meaning. Anyway, Lin Yi learned a lot from the old man, learned about the human story of Jinling, learned about the past and present of Confucius Temple, and also knew about the glorious past and lonely present of a stall vendor.

Just as Lin Yi was thinking infinitely, the thin old man suddenly reminded him: "Young man, didn't you say you wanted to buy used books? Then go there soon."

"What's wrong?" Lin Yi looked back and saw that there was a start to set up stalls around him. In the blink of an eye, he followed the Confucius Temple and occupied a lot of stalls, selling everything. Looking around, antique furniture, four treasures of study, ancient books and calligraphy, old books and magazines, agate jade, ceramics, Chinese and foreign coins, bamboo and wood bone carvings, shadow puppetry masks, Buddhist tokens, ethnic clothing and clothing, literary and leather relics, etc., densely packed, dazzling, almost looking at the flower people.

Lin Yi didn't have time to say goodbye to the old man because he had seen a few books open not far away, and more than a dozen bookworms and bookworms had already surrounded him and were eyeing him.

In addition, there are seven or eight experienced bookkeepers rushing to those book stalls not far away.

Why did Lin Yi know that they were Taoshukets? According to a crosstalk master, "Even if you sprinkle perfume, I can smell the scum on you." Similarly, as a fourth-grade collector who plays books, Lin Yi can tell at a glance that they are masters in Taoshu.

Looking back, people who buy old books can simply be divided into three categories: bookworms, bookworms, bookworms, and bookkeepers.

Bookworms like to buy books and read books, but they don’t know much about books. They are often nervous and have no copper in their bags. When you go around the old book market, most bookworms are pale and go around the book stall to read books. Occasionally, they will take out a piece of star anise to buy two books.

Book tycoons love books as much as their lives. They know a little about some versions and the market price of rare books. Even if they don’t have money in the bag, if they encounter books they like, they must die. They try every means to sell them, so that they can get them well and sleep well.

As for those Taobao book tourists, most of them are experts who come from Taobao book. They know more about what version they learn and the market prices of new and old books. Their purpose of Taobao book is very pure. They either collect or resell, and then use it to store it to continuously strengthen the quality and quantity of their collections.

Lin Yi had encountered such book shoppers when he was shopping in street stalls before, but not many of them, but there were seven or eight of them suddenly appeared here. It seems that the old book market here is really experts. I wonder if the bosses who set up street stalls sell old books are also masters among the masters? Which one is better, either by the eye or picking up bargains---?!
Chapter completed!