Shengshibaojian

"Shen Qiu..."

Xie Jingwen also looked carefully. This brush is indeed a writing brush of the Han Dynasty, but it is not called a magic brush in ancient books, but a Han brush.

Hanbi is generally divided into three types, bamboo tube Hanbi, silver tube Hanbi, and jade Hanbi.

The three kinds of Chinese brushes corresponded to the groups of people with three statuses at that time. The bamboo tube brushes corresponded to the poor people and those literati with tight pockets. Officials with official titles.

The last kind of jade Hanbi, as the name suggests, is a Hanbi made of jade. The value of jade itself is much more expensive, so the corresponding crowd is the dignitaries and royal families, including the emperor at that time. Pen.

"Brother! You can see it clearly!" The little old man lowered his voice, and turned the jade Chinese pen in a circle in his hand: "The pattern on this jade Chinese pen is the dragon pattern. In the Han Dynasty, who was qualified to want to use the dragon Something with texture? It can only be the emperor!"

"Master! I have to correct you on this point. In the Han Dynasty, not all dragon patterns were standard in the imperial palace. Specifically, you have to look at the dragon eyes of the dragon pattern!"

"Dragon eye? What do you mean? What is dragon eye?"

"Dragon eyes originated in the reign of Hao Gaozu. The so-called finishing touches are based on this. Ordinary people can use things with dragon inscriptions, but they can't touch them. Only the royal family is qualified to use things with finishing touches. Grandpa, look at it again." Look at this Chinese brush of yours, have you seen the finishing touch?"

Only then did the little old man erect the Chinese brush and take a closer look. Although the dragon pattern on the body of the Chinese brush was lifelike, there was no finishing touch. The part of the longan was empty, and there was no trace of finishing touch at all.

The old man couldn't help being a little discouraged: "Well, this pen is indeed flawless, but you can't say that there is something wrong with it, brother. At least I salvaged it from the bottom of the Wei River. It is definitely an old thing from the past generation!"

Shen Qiu smiled and didn't respond, and turned to ask the old man: "Master! How much are you going to sell this thing for?"

The little old man squeezed the cloth bag tightly and said: "I can see that you two are not only doing big business, but also experts in this industry. Since you are experts, I won't go around in circles with you. This Chinese pen counts as 50 for you... "

"50? Master? Stop joking!" Xie Jingwen immediately shook her head and said, "Your price is too exaggerated!"

"Beauty boss! This price is already very generous. I didn't even sell it when I was offered 50 yuan yesterday! This kind of pen has to be sold at least twice as much in a big city!"

"Master, don't worry, I'll tell you a little more." Shen Qiu pointed to the bristles of the magic brush and said, "Master, do you know what material the bristles on this Chinese brush are made of?"

"Wolf hair! 100% wolf hair!" The little old man insisted, "I have had experts appraise the hair on this Chinese brush, and the experts have confirmed that it is pure gray wolf hair, which is hard and easy to preserve. ! Back then, only the rich could use it!"

Shen Qiu smiled: "Look at you, you have admitted it yourself. Let me tell you, wolf fur has not been used in the Han Dynasty yet! But most of the Han brushes in the Han Dynasty are made of rabbit fur and wool. , the slightly better ones are eagle hairs. As for the wolf hairs you mentioned, they started from the Three Kingdoms later, sir! If I read correctly, you specially asked someone to continue this wolf hairs in the later stage, right? "

"Ah...impossible, young man! Didn't the Han brush use wolf hair?"

Xie Jingwen also laughed: "Master, if you don't believe me, I will search for information for you on the spot. It is true that the Han Dynasty did not use wolf-hair pens, and wolf-hair pens are not considered Han brushes..."

"But I really fished it out from the bottom of the Wei River! I..."

The little old man was dumbfounded now, this pen was indeed fished out by him from the Weihe River, but when he fished it out, there was only a pen holder left. In order to sell it at a high price, the old man asked the master to refill the pen. It's a brush stroke, never expecting to be self-defeating, and the expert will see the flaw at a glance.

Shen Qiu added to him: "Grandpa, even if you want to renew your brush hair, you can't renew it. Hundreds of years have passed since the Han Dynasty, and no hair can be so complete and strong. It stands to reason that you should It’s right to degenerate into a brush!”

"All right, good knowledge! This time I really learned something. The young man has such experience and vision at a young age, which is better than me as a fisherman! That's it! This time, I will pay the tuition fee , this kind of Chinese brush will be sold to you for 30 yuan!"

"Master! You don't want to pay 30 yuan. I'll give you a price of 22 yuan for this pen! In this way, everyone will have a profit! Let's make a fortune together!" Shen Qiu didn't ask for a price indiscriminately, and gave his own psychological price.

"Okay!" The little old man agreed straight away: "It's rare to meet an expert who knows the goods, 22 is 22, just treat it as making a friend!"

"Master!" Xie Jingwen stopped her, and she took out her bank card from her pocket: "I don't think it's easy for you, and doing business is kind, how about it, I'll give you 30 yuan!"

30?Shen Qiu raised his head and glanced at Xie Jingwen. According to Xie Jingwen's character, shouldn't he continue to lower the price?

"Really?" The little old man was a little surprised, and couldn't help repeating: "Little girl? Do you really want to give 30?"

Xie Jingwen showed a sweet smile: "Yes, sir, you heard me right, I will offer 30 yuan for your magical brush! You are getting old, and getting into the water is still quite dangerous. Retire early and pay attention to your health! "

The little old man couldn't help laughing, and thanked Xie Jingwen and Shen Qiu one after another: "Thank you, thank you! To tell you the truth, I do have plans to retire, so I plan to sell this for a good price, and now I meet two noble people! The little old man is here to thank you two!"

The little old man came out of the snack shop happily, but Shen Qiu felt a little surprised. He had seen Xie Jingwen's bargaining skills before, but he had never seen her take the initiative to add money to the seller. This was the first time for a big girl to get on a sedan chair.

In general, this mysterious one is barely picked up, and the market price is around 30, but the old man’s brush has been renewed, so he must find a way to get rid of it when he goes back. 22 is a reasonable price, and Xie Jingwen offered 30. Wan Chenqiu couldn't understand it at all.

Not allowing Shen Qiu to speak, Xie Jingwen took the initiative to speak: "Shen Qiu, you must be very curious, why should I add money to the old man?"

"Well, maybe you really think it's not easy for the old man to be so old?"

"That's not true, it's because of my dad, Shen Qiu, do you know? My dad's first pot of gold was dug in Xianjiaqiao. The box of goods, and it was that box of goods that made my dad earn the start-up capital."

"Later, when my dad handed over the store to me, he said that in the future, when he comes to Xianjiaqiao to receive goods, he must have a grateful heart. Without Xianjiaqiao, there would be no Xuanbaozhai. Besides, this old man is also very old. Now, maybe he was also a part of helping my dad back then, don't forget the original intention, and the rules handed down by the shopkeeper, I dare not forget!"

"Clap clap clap..."

Shen Qiu clapped his hands and agreed, this coincides with Wang Qianshi and Master Wang's philosophy of life, one must have this kind of mentality when opening an antique shop, and Xuanbaozhai will definitely become the leading big shop in Jiangcheng if it persists.

While the two of them were eating, many villagers who came to sell their products came in one after another, but their products were quite different from those of the old man. Some were modern porcelain imitating the Ming Dynasty, some were made of old calligraphy and paintings, and some were holding the incense burner at home. It was salvaged from the bottom of the Weihe River.

In short, this Xianjiaqiao is not a paradise. Where there are people, there are rivers and lakes, and where there are antiques, there are fakes. This is an unchanging law for thousands of years.

At about eight o'clock, Shen Qiu and Xie Jingwen were about to leave. At this time, a special seller walked into the snack bar, which attracted the attention of Shen Qiu and Xie Jingwen.

This master, wearing a gray and white school uniform and a short ponytail, is clearly a little girl who is still in elementary school.

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