Riding the wind of rebirth

Because not only is the shape and materials of this piece very regular, the signature is also very clear, "Supervised by Li Chengde, a member of the Ministry of Works", and Li Chengde was an official of the Xuande Dynasty.

Because the furnace is small, the patina of the Buddhist scripture paper is the best color among the five colors of the Xuande furnace, and the shape is not taboo, the old man carried it with him even during the period of exile, which shows how precious it is to him.

Now, Mai Xiaomiao actually coaxed him into giving it away just because he asked!

"As for the bowl-type furnace, it's good to be able to speak well of it if you are a PhD student. As a graduate student, you should stay out of it..." After teasing Zhou Zhi, Mr. Wang smiled and left the seat to the researchers who were observing behind him. This time it was Mai Xiaomiao and him's turn to ignore Zhou Zhi.

In the next few days, the two of them basically did their own things. Even when they were together, one of them was working while the other was watching. There was actually not much time for them to communicate with each other.

It was not until tonight that the two of them had completed their respective tasks.

Before returning to Shuzhong, Zhou Zhi decided that his trip should not be in vain and he should take Mai Xiaomiao out for a walk.

Master Ma suggested: "Why don't you take Xiao Miao to the ghost market?"

"Don't want it anymore? Besides, is there anyone in the ghost market today?"

"Ah? What is a ghost market, senior brother?" Mai Xiaomiao became excited when he heard it and asked quickly.

Master Ma came here after the statue of Madam Shexiang was repaired. He is very busy now. Not only does he have to serve as a consultant to Lin Wanqiu, he is also preparing to build his own museum.

Now in the cultural relics, film and television, and literary circles, everyone has gradually begun to respectfully call him Master Ma. To be honest, this way of calling him started with Zhou Zhi. The two of them were originally of different generations in terms of age, but Master Ma insisted on being called from Grandpa Wang's side. He and Mai Xiaomiao also hit it off right away and asked Mai Xiaomiao to call him senior brother.

Mai Xiaomiao also thought it was fun to call him that, so she started calling him that.

"The ghost market is a market where a bunch of people selling antiques gather in the middle of the night," said Ma Ye, creating a sense of mystery for Mai Xiaomiao. "The goods are of varying quality. You have to buy once and leave. You have to bear the loss and win yourself. It's very interesting."

"Why do I have to bear the consequences of winning or losing?" Mai Xiaomiao didn't understand: "Isn't it better to just buy the real thing?"

"The real thing is expensive!" Master Ma laughed, "The reason why that place is so attractive is because the real things and fakes are mixed together, and the prices are very cheap, even less than one percent, no, one thousandth of the real thing."

"If you look at the wrong thing, it's called 'making a mistake' in the industry, but if you buy the right thing, it's called 'finding a bargain'!" Ma Ye continued to encourage: "For example, the purple Ding plum vase with Tang grass pattern on display in the main exhibition hall of Demian Hall is the bargain that Elbow found at Daliushu last time. How much did you pay for it?"

"Four thousand five." Zhou Zhi couldn't remember clearly: "It seems to be this number."

"It's only 4,500. If that thing could be sent abroad for auction, it would be worth at least 40 or 50 million!"

"But Elbow said that it is illegal to take these things abroad." Mai Xiaomiao muttered.

"Uh..." Ma Ye looked at Zhou Zhi, thinking that you have a solid grasp of patriotism here: "Even if it is shot in China, it will be at least tens of millions. And looking at the current market situation, it will catch up with foreign countries in a few years."

However, it seems useless to say this to Mai Xiaomiao. This girl has lived a comfortable life since she was a child. She has never lacked money. She is surrounded by rich people. Before joining Clover, she could support herself with the income from papers and IP, and she lived a good life. Now she is earning the income of the leader of Clover Laboratory, which is the same level as Li Guangnan and Masuoka Fujio. But those two also have huge patent income to support them. Unlike Mai Xiaomiao, a salary of hundreds of thousands a year is still considered to be giving up the generous treatment and joining the embrace of the motherland.

However, Mai Xiaomiao was also very curious about this kind of "adventure" and was moved by what Ma Ye said.

Since they had decided to go to the ghost market, they had to do the whole thing, and teach Xiao Miao some rules for looking at goods at the ghost market, including some secret codes for cooperation between the two of them, which had to be discussed in advance. Then they had to use Ma Ye as the owner of the goods, and use the stove that Grandpa Wang gave to Xiao Miao as a prop to practice a few times.

This extremely entertaining dramatic performance completely aroused Mai Xiaomiao, who was already very interested in the show. She was extremely excited and full of anticipation for the ghost market. She didn't even care that Zhou Zhi quietly put away the small stove that Grandpa Wang gave her.

The weather was so cold at night that it was only half past three when Master Ma put Zhou Zhi and Mai Xiaomiao down from the big willow tree. The two of them were like two big cotton bags, wearing thick cotton shoes, thick cotton pants, thick gloves, long down jackets, scarves and masks, and fur Lei Feng hats, leaving only their eyes exposed.

"Master Ma, what about you?" Zhou Zhi asked, "Aren't you coming with us?"

Ma Ye waved his hand and said, "There is a Shunxing Teahouse in front. When you are done shopping, come find me there. I can't even go to the stalls in Daliushu now. I usually check the goods there."

"I understand." Zhou Zhi nodded and closed the car door.

"What do you mean, brother?"

There is a large area of ​​snow outside the Daliushu Market. In order to prevent slipping, Zhou Zhi took Mai Xiaomiao's hand, and the two walked towards the market carefully.

6◇9◇Book◇Bar

"There are many kinds of transactions in the ghost market." Zhou Zhi patiently taught Mai Xiaomiao: "The lowest level is to set up stalls on the ground. In the old days, these people were usually villagers who came from all over the place, or city dwellers who were in urgent need of money. They were not regular customers."

"The second layer is for those who collect junk, old books, and old furniture. These people are not professional antique dealers either, but they have the opportunity to come into contact with these things during their work." Zhou Zhi looked at the dark road and chose a good road surface to walk on while explaining to Mai Xiaomiao: "Sometimes after they receive something, they suspect it is an antique and will take it to the ghost market to try their luck."

"The third level is the more professional antique dealers. They go from street to street to buy things, but because they don't have enough money, the things they can find and sell are generally not of high quality. Occasionally, they will find good goods, but they basically can't keep them because their own judgment ability is average, so the things will soon be taken away by higher-level buyers."

"The fourth level is more powerful. In the old society, they were called 'traders'. Some of these people have stores, while others don't. But they are famous and have connections. They don't need to go to the market to buy things. They can just find a place to make some tea and drink it, and then someone will naturally deliver the things to them."

"So Mr. Ma is this kind of person?" Mai Xiaomiao understood when she heard this.

"In the old society, merchants would form an organization called a 'guild'. The top people in the guild in terms of reputation, seniority, strength and influence would be elected by everyone to be managers who would obey the rules. Such managers were called 'guild heads'."

"Of course, this is no longer the case now, but I think Master Ma should be at the head of the industry. Every time he comes to Daliushu, local residents will naturally send the things they received to him for trade."

"Then what do we count as?" Mai Xiaomiao asked Zhou Zhi curiously.

"We?" Zhou Zhi was happy: "It depends on which angle you look at it from. From my point of view, it is a national treasure favored by God with unique vision. From the perspective of the stall owners, it should be called... Yang Gu." (End of this chapter)