Unparalleled Immortal Physician

When they arrived at the county seat, Aunt Zhang drove to the fruit wholesale market, while Zhang Fan and Han Hua came to the clothing building.

After entering the clothing hall, Hanhua avoided the women's clothing department, took Zhang Fan's hand, and went straight to the men's clothing department.

"Sister Hanhua, what are you doing in the men's clothing department?" Zhang Fan grabbed Hanhua.

"What are you doing? Buying clothes for you."

"Didn't I agree to come to the county to buy clothes for you?"

Han Hua grabbed Zhang Fan's clothes and said, "Xiao Fan, your clothes are too loose, and you are easily looked down upon and despised wherever you go. Have you never heard of the saying: 'Broken'? Clothes, bad luck'? You always walk a bit behind, now you need to have a new look. This time, sister will give you a good arm up and down, put on good clothes, and you will climb higher every step of the way."

"Sister Hanhua, this is the high-end department, it costs a lot of money."

Hanhua stared at her almond-shaped eyes, and said with a dark face: "If you don't listen to me, we will break off our relationship in the future."

"Even if the relationship is broken, I can't let you spend so much money!"

Hanhua waved her hand angrily: "Okay, then break it! Anyway, I am a widow, and I don't like you, let alone your parents. What's the point of procrastinating? It's better to break it sooner!"

Seeing that Han Hua was really angry, Zhang Fan softened immediately and said, "Sister Han Hua, don't be serious, I'll listen to you, buy, buy, can't you?"

"Little ghost, that's right!" Han Hua turned her anger into joy, raised her hand and tapped the tip of Zhang Fan's nose, then pursed her lips in joy, and took his arm affectionately.

An hour later, when the two walked out of the clothing building, Zhang Fan was already wearing a new outfit: not to mention brand-name clothes and belts, just a pair of casual sneakers cost Hanhua 700 yuan.

It was the first time for Zhang Fan to wear such nice clothes at such a big age.I really complied with the saying "A man depends on clothes and a horse depends on a saddle". Putting on good clothes means confidence and refreshment.

Zhang Fan felt beautiful for a while, and gradually began to feel uncomfortable again: How the hell have I messed up to this point!Asking a woman to buy clothes for me, isn't that like nothing!

At noon, Zhang Fan was going to eat noodles. Hanhua said that Zhang Fan had lost weight from starvation in the detention center and needed to replenish his body. Regardless of Zhang Fan's objections, Hanhua dragged him to a restaurant to have a seafood hot pot meal.

After this meal, Hanhua Xiao Erbai was eaten again.

Just after dinner, a best friend of Hanhua called and asked her to meet at home.

Zhang Fan felt that it was not good to go with him, so he let Hanhua go alone, and he waited for her at the hotel.

Not long after Han Hua left, Zhang Fan felt bored sitting around, so he left the restaurant and walked to the street.

This street is a tourist souvenir and antique street in Jiangqing County.

Zhang Fan had been to Jiangqing County once before, but he had never been to the Antique Street, and felt that it was very new.

It may be lunch time, there are not many people on the street, it looks deserted.

There are antique shops, jade shops, and gold and silver jewelry shops next to each other, and the facades are all quite distinctive.

It turned out that this antique street is a tourism brand promoted by the local tourism bureau.

In addition to the row upon row of shops, there are also a few street stalls, most of which are cultural relic vendors selling some antiques purchased from the countryside.

However, Zhang Fan knew that because these people had no face and did not issue invoices, most of the products they sold were fakes, and the buyers were deceived and came back to look for them, but they would not admit it.

As they were walking, an old lady hurried over from across the road and almost bumped into Zhang Fan.

I saw that she was holding a canvas bag in her hand and hugged her arms tightly in her bosom, as if she was afraid of being snatched away.

Zhang Fan smiled at her apologetically, and quickly made way for her.

She lowered her head and tremblingly walked into an antique shop next to her.

Zhang Fan looked up at the plaque, which was engraved with three golden characters of "Guqutang".

It seems that the old lady should go in to sell antiques.

interesting.

I'll go in and have a look too, just to open my eyes.

Zhang Fan followed the old lady and walked into the shop slowly.

The store is not small, with seven or eight antique shelves in total, filled with all kinds of antiques. In the center of the store, there is a black jade group sculpture of hundreds of immortals nearly two meters high, which is magnificent and magnificent.

The decoration of the store is all antique mahogany suits, deep and classical, giving people a sense of wealth and honor entering the palace.

This kind of decoration is generally unaffordable for ordinary people, and one can tell that the owner of the store is quite capable.

The old lady had already walked to the counter at this time, put the bag in her hand on the counter, and asked a little timidly: "I have a piece of porcelain, do you accept it?"

The owner of the shop is a middle-aged man with an extremely wretched face, a sharp-mouthed monkey cheek and three white eyes. The characteristics of a villain are clear at a glance. He saw the old lady wearing ordinary old clothes, and there was no trace of cunning on her face except anxiety. He knew that she was a liar. The customer, he smiled slyly, and while he was making plans, he said one word indifferently: "Look at the goods."

The old lady gently opened the bag with hands as dry as pine bark, and removed the cloth layer by layer, finally revealing an exquisite glazed porcelain—blue and white porcelain snuff bottle.

Zhang Fan had never seen an antique up close before, but when he saw this cute snuff bottle, he couldn't help being refreshed, and carefully moved closer to him for a closer look.

This snuff bottle is about the size of a palm. It is made of fine white blue and white porcelain, with a picture of a grouse glazed on the front and a poem written in cursive script on the back.Calligraphy and painting are all elegant and refined, the pictures are dense and dense, indifferent and far away, there is a poetic and picturesque feeling like the picture of Mount Fuji, and the whole body exudes the beauty of a work of art.

The shopkeeper stacked two pairs of reading glasses on his eyes, tilted his head to look at the snuff bottle up, down, left, and right, then put down the snuff bottle and frowned.

"Your snuff bottle is a fake." The boss said disdainfully.

"Fake?" The old lady was taken aback.

"This snuff bottle looks fine. In order to be realistic, the tortoise cracks were deliberately imitated, but the glaze color is new and bright, without ancient colors, so it should be a high-quality imitation. My shop is an antique shop, and I don't sell imitations. Try your luck at another shop that sells tourist souvenirs and see if they take it."

The boss said, pushing the snuff bottle to the old lady in disgust.

"Impossible! This is left to me by an old cousin of mine. She said that she can sell it for retirement!"

"Retirement?" The store owner smiled wryly, "That means your cousin was cheated."

"Sir, take a closer look." The old lady looked at the shop owner with a look of incomprehension.