Chapter Fifty-Nine: A Major Discovery

  The old man raised a finger and spat out two words: "One thousand..."

  "One thousand, you're really ripping people off!" The deputy dean said in surprise.

  One thousand, what a black-hearted old man. This would only cost around one thousand three on the market, but he's trying to sell it for one thousand here in this small place. Zi Meng tied up his fingerless gloves and said: "Old man, five hundred, will you sell or not."

  To everyone's surprise, Zi Yan not only wanted to buy it but also started haggling over the price.

  "Hey! Kid, you just cut me in half! Eight hundred bucks, can't go any lower."

  "Six hundred." Zi Mian continued chopping.

  "Seven hundred at most seven hundred, can't be less." The old man said with a big loss expression.

  "Seven hundred is just seven hundred!" Zi Mian said with a pout, it's also a good deal, and Mom seems to like it too.

  Then, Murong Zi paid for the bowl and bought it. Zimeng continued to look for things, and Murong Zi roughly looked at those antiques, none of which had more spiritual energy than the large bowl in his hand, and some didn't even have a thread of spiritual power, especially the one in the principal's hand.

  It's indeed true that in the antique business, nine out of ten are fake, and having a good eye is crucial. However, she didn't expect this rustic village to have old people selling counterfeit goods as well.

  Zi Mian looked for a long time but didn't see anything he liked, while the deputy dean bought that fake item for 1,000 yuan. They then headed to the next store.

  Another ancient coin is quite a lot, Zi Mian holds a larger ancient coin and looks at it with confusion. It's very difficult to identify ancient coins, which need to be identified from color, shape, and texture of the ancient coin. For beginners, it's very hard to identify.

  "This looks fake! The difference between this coin and others is too big."

  "And also, this is too new, it's obviously a scam!"

  The deputy dean pointed at Zi'an with an ancient coin in his hand that was engraved with 'Xianfeng Tongbao'.

  But Zi Meng's expression was very serious, this ancient coin was very strange, there was no trace at the joint, something flashed in Zi Meng's mind, but she didn't catch it.

  Zi Mian was skeptical, but Murong Zi knew that this was absolutely true, because the spiritual energy on this ancient coin was in no way inferior to that of the large bowl. "Zi Mian, if you like it, then buy it!"

  Murong Zi asked for the price. The boss was a young man and probably thought it was fake, so he only called out twenty.

  "This should be worth around 10 yuan!" Although she felt that the coin's price was more than that, Zi Mian still opened her mouth to haggle.

  "At least fifteen, or don't sell it." Nobody thought much of this larger bill, but he had spent ten buying it from his neighbor before, so even if he couldn't sell it, he wouldn't lose money.

  "Alright, then it's 15 yuan!" Being able to get a discount of five yuan would be great too.

  Murong Zisu quickly paid the bill. The deputy dean was contemptuous, and it was obvious that the fake goods were still silly to buy.

  The doctor looked at the moon and said, "Let them buy some fake goods."

  "Xiao Zi and this kid don't understand, doesn't Doctor Yue understand either?"

  "They like it, that's all." Yue Yin said indulgently. There was nothing much in the house except for this strange coin. Zi Miao wasn't interested in anything else either, and Mu Rong Zi was the same.

  The two continued walking on the old stone road, looking for the next place to buy antiques. As they walked through a quiet alleyway, Zǐ Mèi suddenly thought of something and exclaimed loudly: "Mommy, I know what this coin is!"

  She opened her laptop that she always carried with her, typed out the two words "mother's money", and a series of contents popped up. Then, holding the banknotes in her hand for comparison, everything became clear.

  "Mother money......" Murong Zi had no idea what "mother money" was, but after looking at the content displayed on the computer, she roughly understood.

  What is called "mother money" refers to the standard sample coins made by the central and local governments when casting a large number of coins in ancient times. Because they were not used for circulation, they remained brand new and unworn. The mold mother coin is larger than the mother coin and circulating coin, and the mother coin is slightly larger than the circulating coin, with better copper quality. So it looks much bigger than ordinary coins.

  Its current value is much higher than that of ordinary ancient coins, while others are bought for 20-30 yuan, the price of this one is between 10,000 to 20,000 yuan, its value has increased by several times, unexpectedly they casually dug up such a treasure.

  "Xiao Mo, you are really too amazing." Compared to buying antiques, Zi Mo is the real treasure.

  "Hehehe! Doesn't he know whose son he is?" Zi Mian's eyes curved into a crescent moon shape, and Mommy liked him, praising him was his greatest reward.

  Walking through streets and alleys, I finally found a place at the end of the village, inside was a similar pattern, with many antiques on display.

  "Boss..." Inside, there was a group of young people. Seeing Murong Zi arrive, they all respectfully shouted in unison.

  They don't understand antiques at all, but they look around here and there just to satisfy their curiosity.

  "Who is this?" They noticed Yue Yin behind Murong Zi, then smiled ambiguously and asked: "Boss, is this your man."

  "Although better than that good-for-nothing, he's not handsome, should Big Brother consider me?" They had made up and forgotten their past grievances, having not fought for several days, and were now teasing Murong Zi.

  Yue Heng stared blankly for a moment, looking at them and saying: "Young lady, are you his classmate?"

  Yuè Yǐn is not handsome, but he is much better than these riffraff, and his gentle temperament makes people feel extremely comfortable. He also takes care of others, which is something that this group of rascals can't compare to.

  Murong Zi's icy gaze swept past them, and they felt a familiar sense of danger, instantly shutting their mouths.

  Zi Xiao clenched his small fist and said: "Don't you guys need a beating?"

  "There's no one, absolutely no one." They hastily retreated ten steps back.

  "Doctor Yu, don't mind those idiots' words, Doctor Yu is very good." Murong Zi said with a deliberate tone. Can't appearance decide everything? People with ugly hearts are everywhere.

  "Yatou thinks I'm good, so of course I don't need to care about others." Yue Yin said with a gentle smile.

  Everyone's eyes widened in shock, something was wrong, there was an affair, but this time they didn't dare to speak up.

  Then, someone changed the subject and said: "Boss, you have ancient paintings here!" Some of them were art students who had some interest in ancient calligraphy and painting. If they found something they liked, they could buy a few pieces to hang up. This old place should be able to provide authentic goods.

  If Zi Mian knew what they were thinking, she would definitely say that you guys are really stupid and true!

  As expected, the boss had some stock and brought out a few paintings. The several people opened them up to take a look, there were landscape paintings, literati paintings, and figure paintings.

  They looked at it and asked about the price of this flower as well.

  "Since you're students, I'll give you a discount, 1,000 yuan per pair," said the boss.

  One thousand yuan, although it's a bit of their own money, but one thousand yuan is still a bit too much.

  Murong Zi couldn't feel any spiritual energy from the flower scroll at all, while Zi Mo carefully examined it and found a flaw in the seal, this was absolutely a modern painting, using deliberately aged rice paper to deceive people.

  "Why are you buying this? You can draw it yourself and buy it at a high price. Alternatively, you can go to the museum to copy it."

  Murong Zi's words made them sober up a lot, and they were not rich collectors either, there was no need to buy a painting that didn't know whether it was true or false, if they wanted to learn, they might as well go to the museum to copy.

  One after another, people gave up buying paintings. The boss saw that Murong Zi was disrupting his business and suddenly became unhappy. Suddenly, Murong Zi saw a bamboo basket in the corner, covered with dust, and walked over to it.