Great Power Reclamation

Chapter 408 Pan Jiayuan

Apart from Ye Yuze's little understanding of copper coins, that's the little knowledge he learned last night.He doesn't know anything about other things, especially those pots and jars. He really can't figure out why these rags are worth money?

The old meat looked at it with great care, wishing to rub off a layer of skin on every piece.Such a view is naturally hated, after all, there are good and bad things here.This is not to say that those stall owners are deceiving people, but that in the initial stage of this market, even the stall owners can't figure out whether the things on their stalls are real or not.They all looked like old things, so they were collected.

This situation lasted until the late 90s before getting better. This kind of improvement refers to the fact that there were basically no real things in such small stalls in that period.And customers can rest assured enough to buy fakes.

Of course, stall owners will not say that their goods are fake.What Liu Luoguo's cigarette pouch, He Shen's itching, Lafayette's ear pick.They have everything, and if you believe it, that's your reason.

The rule in the antique market is that you don't look for bad debts when you go out, and you gamble with your eyesight.If you make a mistake, just admit it, and no one will find someone to come to your door to lie to you.

At this time, Lao Rou was looking at a big sea bowl. The reason why it was called the big sea bowl was because it was big enough. Ye Yuze estimated that he would use this bowl to eat noodles, and one bowl would be enough.

There is a pattern on the bottom of this bowl, which is a horse lying on a hillside. The key point is that there are pieces of blue on the horse's body.Ye Yuze looked at it for a long time but couldn't figure out what kind it was, it was definitely not a product of Beijiang.

The outside of the bowl is quite lively, with a circle of horses with different postures drawn, and there are curves outlined by lines on them.I don't know if it represents the clouds or the painter's painstakingly smeared.

Lao Rou turned the bowl over, and there were a few clear words behind it. "Daming Wanli Annual System".Ye Yuze felt it was a fake at a glance, because the writing was so clear, if all the antiques were like this, who would need an appraiser?I know the words by myself.

But the old meat did not put it down in his hand, he kept rubbing it, and he didn't know whether he was washing the dishes for others or was planning to wipe off the pattern on it.

The stall owner was still introducing enthusiastically, but he got annoyed seeing this guy just caressing and not listening to his introduction.In addition, Lao Rou's clothes are more rural. At that time, the clothes of rural children and urban children were very different, which could be seen at a glance.

"I said, do you want to buy it or not? You've blown my bowl to sparks. Are you going to raise the temperature and melt the glaze of the bowl and take it home to eat fried noodles? Like that There are plenty on the street, two eggs can be exchanged for one! Please don’t harm me here again, can you?”

Hearing that the stall owner was getting impatient, Lao Rou finally asked for a price: "I'll give you three eggs for this bowl, will it work?"

Several stall owners around burst into laughter. This young man is interesting, and the price is shocking.Is this the first time they have encountered such a counter-offer after setting up a stall for so long? "Come on, add more, why do you have to give five eggs?"

Seeing a group of people booing, the stall owner's expression turned ugly.He snatched the bowl from Old Meat's hand, and then pushed him: "Go away, don't make trouble here if you have nothing to do. You can't even afford fifty cents for your clothes."

The old meat was pushed and sat on the ground with a dazed expression. He couldn't figure out why he was still beaten when he countered the price?

Ye Yuze is not happy now, he still has to look at his younger brother, right?Are you slapping me in the face?He stared at the stall owner and asked, "Are you looking down on people? What if he can afford it?"

The stall owner really didn't pay attention to Ye Yuze behind the old meat at first, and now he saw that he was about to scold together, but he shut up immediately when he saw Ye Yuze's clothes.People in this line of work are all geniuses, he is not afraid of Ye Yuze, but he is afraid that if he really offends the buyer, the gain will outweigh the loss.

Then he said to Lao Rou: "This bowl of mine came from the palace. My grandfather's grandfather's grandfather worked in the palace of the Ming Dynasty. At that time, he was the little eunuch who served Wanli Lord. Because the waiter Wanli Lord was considerate, he put himself The bowl for eating was given to him. This bowl has been offered in the shrine for several generations in my family. It’s not that my grandfather is sick and needs money, so I have to sell it as a last resort.”

Speaking of this, the stall owner's face was full of sadness, his hands were still rubbing the bowl vigorously, his expression was full of reluctance, and the old meat was snatched away by him. "Are you going to melt the glaze and take it home to eat Jajangmyeon?"

Ye Yuze almost spit out a mouthful of old blood, his brother learned things too quickly.Repaying him with his way, what a proper Murong Fu!
The stall owner was choked for a long time without saying a word, his eyes were full of pleading, as if he was begging the old meat to leave quickly, and he would not sell it for any money.But Lao Rou was unmoved at all, and insisted: "Five eggs, no more!"

Seeing that the old meat refused to leave, it must be because of this bowl.Ye Yuze didn't have the patience to scribble here, and asked directly: "How much do you plan to sell this bowl for?"

The stall owner's eyes that were originally loveless immediately glowed with life, and he raised three fingers and said: "Three thousand, not a penny less. This is the treasure of my family, I am an unworthy descendant!"

Ye Yuze was about to pay for it. It was the first time Ye Yuze saw his stall owner spoiling him like this. Lao Rou must like this bowl, buy it and let him continue rubbing it.

Lao Rou spoke at this time, and he was very organized, completely different from his usual dull personality.

"Don't lie to me, the first eunuch can't have a baby, so where did the offspring come from? Did it pop out from the cracks in the stone? Besides, the glaze color of your bowl is uneven. Look at the blue color on the horse, which varies in shades. .The most important thing is that this bowl is not cracked. You are also an antique. Which old thing have you seen can be so smooth? Is blue and white without cracks still called blue and white?"

The stall owner had to refute him at the beginning, but as Laorou talked more and more, his complexion became worse and worse. In fact, this was also his doubt when he bought this bowl.However, he had heard people say that cracks in ancient porcelain are called cracks, and most of them were made on purpose.He gritted his teeth and bought it.

Now being dissected by the old meat, his self-confidence, which was originally unstable, collapsed in an instant.Some shyly asked: "Then how much do you pay?"

Laorou gritted his teeth and his clothes with a heartbroken expression: "I won't cheat you, two catties of eggs. No more!"

The stall owner was about to cry: "Brother, to tell you the truth, I spent a lot of money to buy it in the countryside. You can't make me lose money, can you?"

Lao Rou was planning to continue talking with him, but Ye Yuze was really impatient, so he just gave him a big unity. The stall owner was overjoyed. In fact, he bought this bowl for five yuan, and it doubled in one fell swoop. contented.

　Ask for tickets, all kinds of tickets

　　
　
(End of this chapter)