nucmednet Chapter 219 Kaifeng
Chapter 219 Kaifeng
There are many places worth visiting in Longquan, but Wen Qing did not stay long. She hurried out of Longquan and drove towards Kaifeng. It is about 200 kilometers from Longquan to Kaifeng, and it took three and a half hours to get there. She set off relatively late, and it was after nine o'clock in the evening when she arrived in Kaifeng.
After finding a hotel, Wen Qing put down her luggage and went out for dinner. At this time, most restaurants were closed, so Wen Qing found a ramen restaurant, ordered a bowl of beef ramen, and returned to the hotel after dinner.
After closing the door, she slipped into the space, opened the birdcage and released the birds. The birds were directly attracted by the crops and orchards in the fields and flew away. The main purpose of buying these birds was to increase the variety of creatures in the space.
Then she drove the rice transplanter to transplant the rice seedlings that had grown to one foot tall into the paddy fields. During the time she had been taking care of Yang Jiesheng, she had already harvested the mature rice, corn, and sorghum, and planted corn, sorghum, and wheat. Now that the rice had also been planted, she could relax a little.
Kaifeng is known as the ancient capital of eight dynasties. The famous Song Dynasty painting "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" describes the prosperous scene of Kaifeng during the Northern Song Dynasty. In the morning, Wen Qing had breakfast in the hotel, checked out, and drove to the ruins of Dongjing City.
This site has only been excavated for five or six years, and now the foundations of the imperial city, inner city and outer city have been preliminarily excavated. Wen Qing stood outside the city wall, which had been dismantled in pieces, and it was completely unrecognizable as a Song Dynasty city wall. It will probably be repaired in the future. I wonder when it will be open to the public?
She headed towards the commercial street in the center of Kaifeng. This was the Central Plains, and it was said that you could find treasures just by digging around. She walked through several grocery stores, asked about the location of the flea market, and went straight across several streets to the flea market near the Drum Tower.
This market is not a formal market. It is just a few stalls on the street. Most of the shops along the street sell second-hand goods. The items sold are miscellaneous and messy, ranging from needles and thread to furniture and machinery.
Wen Qing went from shop to shop and came to a shop called Qiuzhenge. As soon as she heard the name, she knew it was a shop selling antiques. She went in and saw some study supplies in the shop. There were some old porcelain on the shelves, including porcelain bowls and vases. After looking around, she didn't see anything good, so Wen Qing came out. She went into a few more shops, but she felt something was wrong and didn't gain anything. It was completely different from the Kaifeng she understood.
Wen Qing simply decided not to go into the shops and only looked at the roadside stalls. The things sold at the roadside stalls were even worse. After looking at four or five stalls, she found a stall set up by an old man under a tree a little interesting.
On this stall covered with plastic cloth were some coins, a few old bowls and plates, a few stones, a few pieces of wood, and some things that could not be named. Wen Qing squatted down and picked up each thing to have a look, while chatting with the old man. The old man claimed to be from a county near Kaifeng, and had been collecting junk all his life. He sold ordinary junk to the scrap yard, and took some good things or things that could not be sold to the Kaifeng flea market to set up a stall.
Wen Qing just listened to what the old man said. People in the flea market love to tell stories. This was her experience gained at Shenjiayuan. Whoever believed these words would be fooled.
Wen Qing looked through the items for a while, pointed at a small bowl, two blue and white porcelain plates, two stones, a piece of wood, and two coins, and asked, "How much do these things cost?"
The old man thought about it and answered, "A total of 1600 yuan."
Wen Qing: "These things are not worth 1600 yuan. How about this: give me 500 yuan."
The old man refused, and the two men negotiated for a long time, and finally settled on 700 yuan.
Wen Qing put the things into her bag and left.
Wen Qing came to another stall selling stones and asked the stall owner, "What are these stones?"
The stall owner was a middle-aged woman. She said, "My old man worked for someone in Fuxi Mountain. When he ran out of money to pay his salary, he gave me these stones, saying they were valuable minerals."
Wen Qing took it and examined it carefully. It was a grayish-white stone with some yellow-green particles on it. She picked up a few more stones from the stall and looked at them. They looked a bit like silicate tetrahedrons with a slightly glassy luster. She asked the woman how much it cost. The stall owner said, "We don't know what kind of stone it is. The old man has been digging for six months. The price is 200 yuan a month, plus round-trip tickets, so it will be 1500 yuan."
Wen Qing looked at the eight or nine large rocks and more than twenty small rocks on the ground and said, "Okay, I'll give you 1600 yuan, and you give me these sacks too."
The woman loaded the stones, and Wen Qing picked them up, which weighed about 200 pounds, and carried them away on her back.
I found my car and put my things in it. There were too many people in it and it was difficult to put them away.
The flea market was very large, so Wen Qing walked down another street and bought a white porcelain vase and four large blue and white porcelain bowls, spending 2000 yuan.
I was strolling on the road when I suddenly heard a voice: "Brother Hai, look at this jade."
The voice sounded familiar, and she subconsciously turned her head to look, only to see three people walking into a roadside shop together. Several jade plaques were placed in the shop's window facing outwards.
Wen Qing looked at each shop calmly, walked outside the shop, squatted down to look at the things on the stall, picked up a broken bronze mirror, and listened attentively to three men discussing a jade token inside the shop. She couldn't hear clearly because of the wall, and after a while the three men left the shop and it was unknown whether they bought anything or not.
Wen Qing saw the three people walking away, put down the bronze mirror, and followed them from a distance.
No matter which shop the three men visited, Wen Qing always stood far away. She had already recognized that two of the three men were the murderers who hurt Yang Jiesheng. One was tall and strong, about thirty years old, one was short, with a short flat head, and less than thirty years old, and the other was about forty years old, a little bald, and slightly fat.
After following for a while, the three people entered a restaurant, probably to have lunch. Wen Qing saw through the glass that the three people greeted a person who came earlier and sat at a table together. That person should be their accomplice.
Estimating that it would take them some time to eat, Wen Qing went back and drove her car over and parked it on the side of the road. She did not get out of the car, but waited in it. After waiting for another half an hour, the three people she followed, together with another one, left the restaurant together.
Sure enough, the four of them came by car. After they drove away, Wen Qing recognized the license plate and followed them from a distance. Seeing that the buildings on the roadside had turned into rows of bungalows, the four of them arrived outside a yard, parked the car and entered the yard.
Seeing that there was no one around, Wen Qing used her mental power to observe the surrounding situation, drove the car to a blind spot, put the car into the space, and entered the space herself. She continued to observe the yard, and felt a little hungry. Remembering that she had not had lunch yet, she took out a pancake and started to eat.