Siheyuan, a comfortable life under Zhengyang Gate

Chapter 18 Barter
"Want my three small enamel bowls?"

"These three small enamel colored bowls are my master's thoughts, I hope Lord Hou will fulfill them."

"I'm afraid you kid don't know that my master has a rule that the fine old objects that can enter my treasure room are never sold out."

After playing collection for so many years, Zattered Hou has his own set of rules.

He usually sells the old objects he collected, but they are all meaningless, collectible and not very valuable.

Otherwise, he went to the countryside to collect old things, where did he get the capital turnover.

These three small enamel-colored bowls were custom-made by four tax officials in Sijiu City. They came from Qing court official kilns. There are only four in the world, and there is no one more. They are extremely valuable for collection.

Moreover, these three small enamel bowls represent a period of grievances between his father and Guan Laotou's four brothers, which are also of historical significance to him.

Han Chunming told him to sell the three small enamel bowls regardless of the price.

If he really doesn't sell these three small enamel bowls, he will keep them for himself and pass them on to his grandchildren in the future.

Han Chunming said, "Master Hou, let's not talk about money. It's too vulgar to talk about this stuff. You see how we barter. During this period of time in the business, the boy has also found a lot of old things. You can pick them from my collection. Three pieces, how about letting me exchange these three small enamel bowls?"

"Barter?"

"Correct."

"It's interesting."

"Master Hou, can you say a word, if you feel that you will suffer a loss by exchanging one for one, what do you think of exchanging two for one?"

"It's not impossible."

"Boy, little five, thank Lord Hou for making it happen."

"Don't thank me in a hurry. It's okay to barter, but it's not with you. You go back and tell old man Guan that it's okay to want these three small enamel bowls. I want to choose from his collection. Take three away."

Unexpectedly, Han Chunming would propose bartering for the three small enamel bowls in his hand.

This made Poor Hou suddenly interested.

However, he wasn't interested in the kid's collection.

How long has this kid officially entered the industry, and how many good things can he have in his hand?

He is interested in Old Man Guan's collection.

As an antique appraiser and collector in Forty-Nine City like him, Old Man Guan must have collected a lot of good things.

As long as Old Man Guan agrees, he will pick three pieces from his collection and take them away, and he will present the three small enamel bowls with both hands.

Han Chunming was slightly taken aback when he heard the words, "Choose three pieces from my master's collection?"

"Yes, to tell you the truth, I don't like your kid's collection."

"Master Hou, although you are a senior, your words are too shocking, right?"

"Just tell the truth, can your kid's collection be worth one of my disciples, my disciple..."

"Ahem..., master, you are talking about three small enamel colored bowls, don't get too far away."

Yang Yukun coughed twice when he heard the master mention him suddenly.

If he doesn't remind in time, the master will probably have to reveal the fact that he missed the azure-glazed sunflower washing of the Ru Kiln in the Northern Song Dynasty.

In his hands is a perfectly intact Ru Kiln azure-glazed sunflower washer from the Northern Song Dynasty, which only three people know about.

Him, his master, and Xu Jingping.

As the saying goes, money is not revealed, of course, the less people know about this kind of thing, the better.

"Yes, speaking of the three small enamel bowls, I have already proposed the conditions, and now it depends on whether you are willing to exchange them."

After drinking two catties of yellow rice wine, he felt drunk, and the ragged Hou realized that he almost slipped the tongue, and quickly brought the topic back to the three small enamel bowls.

Han Chunming looked at the master-student pair of Poor Hou and Yang Yukun. What kind of riddle are these two playing?

He lives in the same yard as Yang Yukun and often goes to play. Doesn't he know how many collections there are?

Except for a few worthless current paintings hanging in the room, he really didn't find many collections from Yang Yukun.

He has already hidden deep enough, could it be that Yang Yukun is hiding deeper than him?

Can't you?
This is not important, the most important thing now is how to get the three small enamel bowls back.

Poor Hou wanted to choose three items from his master's collection, but he couldn't decide on this matter, so he had to go back and ask his master for instructions.

Based on what he knew about his master, it must be no problem.

Not to mention exchanging three collections for these three small enamel colored bowls, but even exchanging ten collections for the four brothers to reunite in another way, his master would definitely be willing.

"Master Hou, I didn't make the decision for my master. I have to go back and ask my master for instructions before I can answer you."

"Since you can't be the master, then go back and find old man Guan. Let's just leave it at that. This rice wine doesn't seem to have a high strength, but I didn't expect it to have a lot of stamina."

"Master Hou, that kid will leave first, and I will give you an answer tomorrow morning."

"Go back."

"Master, then Jingping and I will go back first, you rest, I will come to see you another day."

"Teacher, don't leave, and chat with the master for a while."

"Little Fifth Brother, can you go back alone?"

Yang Yukun glanced at the rather drunk Han Chunming, he was really worried that Han Chunming would fall into the ditch on the way back.

"I'm fine, that's where I'm going. My brother is not drunk, Xiao Kun, you can chat with your master. It's okay for my brother to go alone. Master Hou, just go, boy, you rest."

Han Chunming staggered out of the house, pushed his bicycle up and out of the yard.

Before walking out of the Yanzhi Hutong, the wind blows, my stomach is overwhelmed, and I lie on the base of the wall and vomit until the sky is dark.

After vomiting, he became sober again, and Han Chunming drove his bicycle home.

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"Teacher, go and bring those three small enamel bowls to Master."

"Good master."

Yang Yukun went to the back room to hold a wooden box, which contained the three small enamel bowls.

Broken Hou opened the box, glanced at the three small bowls inside, and pushed the box to Yang Yukun's side.

"Master, are you here?"

"Take it back to old man Guan."

"Master, is that why you plan to return these three small enamel bowls to Uncle Guan, and don't want his collection?"

"Tch, isn't my master's collection not as large as his Guan Laotou's? Doesn't he Guan Laotou's weight? Does he have Ru Kiln porcelain and Ge Kiln porcelain in the Northern Song Dynasty? I will be rare for his things?"

From the beginning to the end, Zattered Hou never thought of closing the old man's collection.

In terms of the quantity and quality of collections, apart from the official museums, few private collections in Forty-Nine City can match him.

The grievances between their family and Guan Laotou's four brothers were indeed caused by his father.

His father passed away many years ago, so let him, the son, settle this grievance.

Returning these three small enamel colored bowls to old man Guan, the grievances and grievances between the two families can also come to an end.

As for why Han Chunming didn't let Han Chunming take the three small enamel bowls back directly, but gave them to his apprentice to take them back and return them to Old Man Guan, so that Old Man Guan, his master and his disciples, could remember his disciple. love.

As a master, he just walks around the streets to collect rags. He has no power or power. What he can do for his disciples is to establish some contacts in the industry for his disciples within his ability. If my son wants to take the path of collecting, he can walk more smoothly.

Yang Yukun is not a fool either, the master is using his own method to pave the way for his apprentice.

(End of this chapter)