Portable Museum

Chapter 59 The philosophical purple clay pot

The time is just right, and the bath will be off work any later.

I bought a ticket, went in to take a shower, rubbed my back, and added a piece of percussion music.

After changing into clean clothes, the smell of pig manure was finally gone, and I left the bath feeling refreshed.

I fed the pigs once, and I couldn’t stand it. My parents have been feeding pigs for 20 years, how did I get here?
Sitting in the car, Zhang Junping began to think, if Nie Xinghua disagreed with his proposal to open a restaurant, then he would rely on connections and find a way to bring his parents and younger brother to the city.

I can't be chic in the city by myself and let my parents suffer on the farm.

It can't be like the later generations, some people spend money singing about their parents in KTV, but don't know how to save the money and buy some delicious food for their parents.

Drive back to the courtyard.

Uncle Liu is sitting in the aisle of the gate to enjoy the shade.

Lying on the leisure chair, holding a cattail fan in one hand to drive away mosquitoes and flies, and holding a purple sand pot in the other, taking a sip from time to time.

Really carefree.

"Uncle Liu, have you eaten yet?"

"Eat! Pingzi, did you come back early today?" Uncle Liu looked up at Zhang Junping and asked with a smile.

"Uncle Liu, are you criticizing me for being late?" Zhang Junping handed Uncle Liu a cigarette and said with a smile.

"Criticism is out of the question, it's normal for young people to socialize, you're doing business, and you're not messing around like the old Hu in the backyard.

It's just that you have to pay attention to your health, you can't just rely on your youth to drink alcohol, and you won't be able to count..." Uncle Liu sipped his tea and lectured Zhang Junping.

"Yes, you're right. I haven't drunk too much lately?" Zhang Junping smiled and nodded, "You rest, I'm going back to the room!"

"Go back!" Uncle Liu waved the cattail fan in his hand, and said a little disappointed.

Now, less and less people are willing to listen to him, so only Zhang Junping is willing to stop and chat with him.

Just as Zhang Junping was about to walk in, Uncle Liu suddenly called Zhang Junping, "Wait!"

"What's the matter, Uncle Liu, do you have something to do?" Zhang Junping stood still.

"Pingzi, don't you collect antiques? Show me, how much is this purple clay pot worth?"

"Uncle Liu, why did you think of selling purple clay pots?
If you are short of money, let me know if you have more, three hundred and two hundred, I will lend it to you, and I will make it up for you! "

"No! My monthly salary is more than 70, what can I do?

I just know that your kid is working on antiques now, so I just asked casually. "Uncle Liu shook his head and smiled.

"Are you all right? You must speak up if you have something to do!" Zhang Junping urged again.

"Okay, I will speak up if I have something to do. I know that you are kind and warm-hearted, and you are very kind to the neighbors. But you can't just hope that my old man has something to do in order to help you?" Uncle Liu was in a good mood, and joked with Zhang Junping.

"Uncle Liu, you're joking. Don't I care about you? Who doesn't know you! You have to be strong for the rest of your life. You help your neighbors when you have something to do. If you have something to do yourself, you just grit your teeth and stand up."

"Okay, I won't talk to you anymore.

How much is my purple sand pot worth? "Uncle Liu shook his head with a smile, he didn't want to talk about this topic, and pointed to the purple sand pot he put on the stool.

"Then can I get started?" Zhang Junping rubbed his hands and smiled at Uncle Liu.

"Ok!"

"Uncle Liu, this pot of yours is quite old!" Zhang Junping picked up the purple clay pot, weighed it a little, and said with a smile.

The identification of purple clay teapots is divided into one weighing, two looking, three smelling, four touching and five listening.

When you weigh it, what you weigh is the weight of the pot. It is not true if it is too light or too heavy. This depends on experience.

Second, look at the color, basically 90.00% of the bright colors are fake.

The real purple clay teapot has a restrained color and a warm feeling.

Three smells, the materials used in Zisha teapots are all natural materials, which are made of clay, quartz, and mica, without adding any chemical raw materials.

Therefore, the newly fired purple clay teapot has no other smell except for a smell of smoke and fire.

If the new pot smells something else, you can't have it, let alone use it, because you don't know what is added in it.

An old pot will have a faint tea fragrance.

Four touches, the purple clay pot looks rough, with coarse particles on the surface, but in fact, it feels smooth and delicate, like a baby's skin.

Five listening, listen to the sound, a good purple sand pot, the knocking sound is as clear and sonorous as jade.

Of course, this is just to identify the authenticity of the purple clay teapot, which is the most basic identification knowledge.

Uncle Liu's pot has been used for decades, so it's not for Zhang Junping to see the authenticity.

To judge how much a purple clay pot is worth, it depends on who the craftsman of the purple clay pot is.

Two purple sand teapots are made of the same material and similar in shape. They are made by ordinary craftsmen and famous masters, but the prices are very different.

In fact, just now Zhang Junping didn't need to get started, he knew that the old man's pot was not made by a famous master, at most it was made by a master craftsman.

The shape of the utensil is upright, and there is no fault to be found, but there is a broken rhyme.

Craftsmanship is too heavy.

"Uncle Liu, you can just keep this purple sand pot for yourself, this pot has been bred, and the tea fragrance has soaked through the walls of the pot, so it's a pity to sell it.

Keep it well, and it can be a family heirloom in the future. "Zhang Junping played with the purple clay pot for a while, then carefully put it on the stool, and said with a smile.

"You boy, don't give me a sloppy eye. If you are not worth money, you are not worth money!" Uncle Liu's heart was open, and he could see through Zhang Junping's thoughts at a glance.

"Hey, Mr. Liu, you really deserve to be a teacher all your life. Your heart is like a mirror." Zhang Junping smiled, flattered him first, and then pointed to the Happy Chair and said, "Actually, in terms of value, the chair under your body Happy chairs are quite expensive.

Selling it to cultural relics stores or trust stores is worth one or two hundred, and selling it to private individuals can be sold for more than 200 or three hundred. "

Zhang Junping's valuation is relatively conservative, and the old man's Happy Chair is not easy.

It is obviously the style of the Ming Dynasty, and the material is also Hainan huanghuali.

You know, during the Ming and Qing Dynasties, mahogany had a very strict use system.

Ordinary people are not allowed to use mahogany, even officials and officials have corresponding regulations.

The Ming Dynasty admired Hainan huanghuali, and the Qing Dynasty liked small-leaf red sandalwood.

In the Ming Dynasty, Hainan huanghuali was the wood used by the royal family. If ordinary people used it, it would be a violation of the system.

So, don't look at this carefree chair as inconspicuous, maybe it came from the palace, or it was handed down from some prince's mansion.

"I didn't expect that the things I hold in my hands every day are worthless, but the things I keep under my body are valuable." Uncle Liu smiled and said with emotion.

"Uncle Liu, you really deserve to be a Chinese teacher. What you said casually is so philosophical!" Zhang Junping gave Uncle Liu a thumbs-up.

After talking nonsense with Uncle Liu, Zhang Junping took his leave and left.

Zhang Junping didn't mention buying the Happy Chair, and the old man didn't mention selling it either.

It seemed that the old man was just chatting for Zhang Junping's sake.

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