Back to the 60s: The Struggle Career of a Charmed Wife
Chapter 958 - 0958 Capital Chronicle 6

Chapter 958: Chapter 0958 Capital Chronicle 6

Next, Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue went to the old goods market.

Because of the prevailing movement to eliminate old thoughts and old culture, the old goods market now had even more items than before. Families with old possessions were bringing them out to sell, to avoid unwanted attention at home.

Of course, some people chose to take their items directly to the scrapyard instead of setting up a stall at the old goods market.

Although the situation was not as tragic as it had been a few months earlier last year, many things were still ongoing, and everyone was living in fear, worried that setting up a stall would expose their possession of items from the old era.

Lu Jiang and Feng Qingxue, however, were strolling through the old goods market without any need for secrecy, clearly enjoying themselves.

It wasn’t long before Feng Qingxue took a fancy to a pair of small Yuan blue and white tea caddies in remarkably perfect condition. She bought them for two yuan under the pretext of using them as salt containers for home and tucked them into her bag, her smile radiant with delight.

"You’re that happy?" Lu Jiang made conversation.

It had been almost five full years since they became adults, and only today did they get the chance to be alone together.

He cherished this hard-earned opportunity and naturally became a bit more talkative, at least more so than before.

"Of course I am happy!" The value of Yuan blue-and-white in the future, need I say more? Although they were just tea caddies, not the large vases like the ones from the era of \"Guiguzi Descending the Mountain\", their value was still quite extraordinary because the surviving Yuan blue-and-white pieces were so rare.

The most thrilling part was that the things she bought were entirely her own, without any guilt or obligation to return them to their original owners.

Lu Jiang had quite an eye for detail, and he soon picked out a garish sky ball vase. After paying for it, he placed it inside his basket.

Excessively ornate, the colors were dazzling to the point of making one’s head spin.

After leaving the seller’s stall, Lu Jiang muttered softly, "If it weren’t for its background and value, I wouldn’t even bother with such things."

"From the Qianlong Era!" Feng Qingxue giggled, covering her mouth. The aesthetic preferences of Qianlong and Yongzheng were truly polar opposites. The porcelain from the Yongzheng Era was the pinnacle of elegance, while that from the Qianlong Era was so ostentatious it could give someone with trypophobia goosebumps on sight.

Lu Jiang shrugged. How similar he and Xibao were, even their tastes were alike; it was a mystery how Qianlong turned out so different from Yongzheng.

After walking for several minutes, the two simultaneously stopped in front of a stall cluttered with all kinds of old goods, around twenty or thirty pieces, but a glance was enough for the two of them to know that most of them were treasures. The family that owned these items had to have been rich or noble.

"How much are you selling these for?" Lu Jiang squatted down to negotiate with the stall owner, a sly-looking young man.

The young man simply flipped his palm over, "One hundred yuan, all in."

Lu Jiang casually picked up an emerald-green jade hairpin, "That expensive, huh? Can you make it a bit cheaper?"

"No way!" The young man was quite assertive, lowering his voice and saying, "Big brother, these things I’ve got are from the hands of a destitute Baylor family descendant. Their ancestors even had the title of Baylor! They couldn’t make ends meet, living off the sale of family possessions for decades. Before their home was confiscated, I went to their door and bought all this for ninety yuan. Surely you want me to make a little profit, right?"

In reality, he had spent only fifty yuan, but of course, this was not something to tell the buyers.

Lu Jiang smiled faintly, "Not to say much, but under the current circumstances, there can’t be many buyers coming to the old goods market, right? Only those whose homes really lack a plate, bowl, or perhaps a chair might come here to look around. The items on your stall certainly haven’t caught anyone’s attention, have they? At least as we walked along, your stall hasn’t seen a single customer from start to finish."