As soon as he entered this shop, Yang Jing felt a familiar feeling coming towards him.

Before coming to London, Yang Jing often felt this atmosphere in the domestic antique market. Obviously, the owner of this shop that appeared in the Alfie Antique Market is likely to be a fellow countryman from China.

Sure enough, when I pushed the door, I ran into the copper bell above the door. The bell made a crisp "jingle" sound, which immediately attracted the boss inside.

Yang Jing turned around and looked at the copper bell hanging above the door and smiled.

In ancient China, there were some specialties in hanging copper bells at the door. In ancient times, people hung copper bells above the door of their homes. One was to allow visitors to ring the bells to notify the hosts of guests. Another more important reason was to hang copper bells at the door to protect the house.

In ancient Chinese Feng Shui, copper bells have the effect of warding off evil, eliminating evil, and ensuring safety. Whether it is a wind chime or a copper bell, they all have the effect of attracting wealth and eliminating evil, but the five yellow evils of the wind chime are the best. They have the effect of warding off evil, subduing demons, protecting the house, and giving blessings. The sounds of copper bells and copper bells have the effect of reducing blessings and eliminating evils.

Seeing Yang Jing looking back at the copper bell, the boss smiled and said hello: "Did you like my bell?"

After hearing this, Yang Jing turned his head and smiled and shook his head and said, "Hanging a copper bell at the door can restrain the Five Yellow Evil. Any door and door where the five Yellow Evils fly over the years should be hung to hang copper wind chimes to eliminate evil. Because the Five Yellow Evil belongs to earth, hanging copper wind chimes can relieve earth energy. The swing of the bell can strengthen the metal energy and revitalize the metal energy and release the Five Yellow Evil. This is what your boss is to protect the house, and I don't want to take advantage of others."

Hearing Yang Jing's words, the shop owner's eyes lit up and said, "Yeah, little brother is still an expert."

Yang Jing waved his hand and said, "It makes you laugh. The expert dare not call it. It's just that when I was a child, I heard my grandfather talk about this, so I always keep it in mind. Now it's a bit suspicious."

"Haha, little brother, what you said is wrong. If you don't say this today, I really don't know that there is such a saying to hang a copper bell at the door. I hang this bell at the door so that someone can notify me when I come, but how could I know there is such a deep truth here."

After a pause, the Chinese boss in his fifties asked, "I don't know where my little brother is from China? I am from Chengde, Hebei Province and have been in the UK for eight years."

Yang Jing said, "We are not far away. I am from Tianqu, Shandong Province. I rely on you, Ji Province. We are half a fellow villager. My name is Yang Jing, Yang Shu's Yang, Li Qingjing, I don't know what the boss calls him?"

The boss hurriedly said, "I am really half a fellow villager. My name is Huang Benchu, and I'll just call me Lao Huang."

It is not so easy to meet a domestic fellow in the UK, thousands of miles away from home. Boss Huang was obviously very happy, so he pulled Yang Jing down and enthusiastically brewed a pot of tea for Yang Jing.

Yang Jing was idle and had nothing to do. In addition, Boss Huang was so enthusiastic, Yang Jing was happy to chat with him.

"Xiao Yang, are you studying or working in the UK?"

"I am a student and I'm a master's degree and I will get my graduation certificate in November."

Hearing Yang Jing's words, Boss Huang said enviously: "You young people are better. You can learn a lot if you can read more books. Unlike us, when we want to read books, we have no books to read. When we are old, we can only set up a stall to make a living."

Yang Jing could understand what Lao Huang said. This Lao Huang should be a few years older than Yang Jing's father. He is a born in the 1960s. These people happened to catch up with that buzzing era when they were studying. They really wanted to study but had nowhere to go.

"Did you immigrate?" Yang Jing asked.

"Well, I immigrated. My son and daughter-in-law both work in the UK. My wife is not early, and I have nothing to do at home alone. I am immigrating under my son's instigation. Alas... If I knew that Britain was so difficult to survive, I would rather live at home by my small stall than here!"

Lao Huang waved his hand in distress and said, "Let's not mention these things anymore. When you mention this, you will feel bitter. Xiao Yang, are you going to the market today or are you planning to buy something? If you buy something, I will calculate it for 20% off here. It's rare to meet a well-known fellow villager who must give you a discount today."

Yang Jing smiled and said, "That's really thank you. I really want to buy something when I come here today."

Lao Huang pointed to the things in the store and said, "Then you can take a look at the things here here first. Although there are no old items that open the door, most of the things here are real, so you can choose with confidence."

Yang Jing put down the teacup, stood up and started to turn around the shop.

The shop in Lao Huang is not very large, about 30 square meters, but there is a staircase behind it, and the second floor should also belong to Lao Huang.

Lao Huang's shop mainly deals in miscellaneous cultural relics. Bamboo, wood, teeth, and horn carvings can be seen everywhere in the shop. There are also many inkstones, purple clay teapots, pen washing, gourds, cultural relics walnuts, snuff bottles, and many embroidery and jadeware on the ancient shelf.

Although the shop is not large, these things are placed in an orderly manner, looking mixed but not messy, and you can see Boss Huang’s intentions everywhere.

There are countless such shops in the domestic cultural relics market, which is why Yang Jing could feel a familiar atmosphere as soon as he entered the door. If he hadn't known that this shop was in London, Yang Jing would have thought he had returned to the domestic cultural relics market.

Yang Jing knew that he could not walk yet, so his grandfather often held him around the cultural and entertainment market. This familiar atmosphere had long been deeply imprinted in his bones.

After seeking Boss Huang’s consent, Yang Jing began to get started.

Picking up a snuff bottle made of glass, Yang Jing looked at it carefully.

This snuff bottle is very exquisitely made, and it is a typical snuff bottle with inner painting. The patina on the outside is also very good. You can tell at a glance that it is an old item that has been around for a while.

Sure enough, seeing Yang Jing looking at the snuff bottle, Lao Huang leaned over and said, "Xiao Yang, you have a good eye for this snuff bottle at first sight. This snuff bottle is a work by the Ji School, one of the four major schools of painting pots during the Daoguang period. Although it was not from everyone's hands, it is rare to be preserved until now."

Yang Jing nodded and said, "Yes, the painting pots in the past formed four major schools of Beijing, Hebei, Shandong and Guangdong. Among them, the snuff bottles made by everyone from the Beijing school are now sold for more than one million national coins. Although your pot is not made by Ma Shaoxuan and Ye Zhongsan, it is also a rare boutique. Boss Huang, how much does this snuff bottle cost?"
Chapter completed!