Siheyuan, a comfortable life under Zhengyang Gate

Chapter 35 The Flower Pot in the Palace

"Alas!"

Yang Yukun did not expect that his luck would be so good that he would encounter a piece of Ge kiln porcelain from the Southern Song Dynasty.

Just as he was about to leave, he was suddenly attracted by a pot with a strange shape thrown by the family in the corner of the yard.

This pot is in the shape of a slag bucket, with a wide mouth, gradually convergent below the mouth, round belly, ring feet, feet slightly outward, and the height of the mouth and abdomen is equal.

Judging from the shape of this pot, it should be a flower pot.

I don't know how long this thing has been here, its whole body is covered in mud, and it can't see its true colors at all.

"Damn, buddy can't be so lucky, right?"

Yang Yukun went over and dunked the mud on the flowerpot, and a touch of bright sky blue was revealed, just like the sky after the drizzle in autumn.

"Uncle, why don't you sell me this flower pot, I happen to be short of a flower pot in my yard."

"This thing is indeed a flower pot. My father used it to grow flowers. Since my father passed away, the flowers have been left unattended and died. This flower pot has been placed in the yard. If you like it, you can take it away. free of charge."

The middle-aged man directly asked Yang Yukun to take the thing away. Anyway, this thing is just an ordinary flower pot and it is not worth much.

There are still a few leak holes under this thing, and it can't be used to hold water, so it has been thrown in the yard.

He had wanted to take this thing out and throw it away a long time ago, but he never thought of throwing it away.

Today he earned 60 yuan from this young man, since this young man likes this flowerpot, don't talk about money, just take it away.

"Uncle, I still have to give you the money. I can't take your things for nothing. I'll pay you two yuan to buy this flower pot. Do you think it's okay?"

"Okay, sell it to you, take it away."

"Uncle, if I give you the money, I will take the things away."

Yang Yukun twisted the flower pot covered in mud and left.

When he entered the village just now, he remembered that there was a small river at the entrance of the village.

He twisted the flower pot to the entrance of the village, and carefully washed the soil on the flower pot.

"Pretty!"

"My brother's guess is right, it is really a rare treasure."

Seeing the touch of sky blue, Yang Yukun felt that this flower pot was not simple, so he bought it for two yuan later.

The whole body presents a sky blue tone, but the abdomen and the inner bottom of the vessel are faintly lavender, just like the sky after the drizzle in autumn, and the sunset glows when the sun is about to set.

This is actually a Jun kiln celadon glazed flower pot from the Ming Dynasty.

On the bottom of the flowerpot, there are two engraved seals, which are for Wu and Kunning Palace.

Both of these engravings are engraved before firing.

Five represents the number of this flowerpot, and Kunning Palace Yong represents that this flowerpot is an imperial flowerpot in the palace.

"Brother, this luck is good, you are worthy of being the chosen one."

"Keep up the good work and hope to meet more good things."

Put this celadon-glazed flower pot from the Jun kiln in the early Ming Dynasty and the Ge kiln pierced vase from the Southern Song Dynasty into the portable planting space.

Yang Yukun twisted the sack and continued to walk from house to house in the village.

It is not so easy to come across old objects of the same level as Ge kiln pierced ear vases and Jun kiln celadon glazed flowerpots.

Afterwards, Yang Yukun never encountered objects of this grade again, but collected some things from the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China period. There were more than ten pieces in total.

However, these things do not have much collection value.

When they return to Forty-Nine City, they will dispose of these things and return the funds.

"Xiao Kun."

"Little Fifth Brother, look at your smiling face, have you found a good treasure?"

Yang Yukun met Han Chunming in the village, and seeing the expression on Han Chunming's face, he knew that he must have found something good.

"It's okay. I found a blue-and-white Shoushan Fuhai pattern pen holder from the Yongzheng period, and I also found two old-fashioned furniture from the Qing Dynasty. I will come back to buy it later."

After this circle, Han Chunming gained a lot, and found more than 20 old objects.

Among them, the most collectible is a blue and white pen holder from the Yongzheng period, with Shoushan Fuhai pattern, which is very beautiful.

In addition, there are two pieces of old-fashioned furniture from the Qing Dynasty.

A wardrobe and a chest of drawers, rosewood.

The things are too big to be taken away by bicycle, so I paid a deposit and made an appointment to come back to take them later.

"Little Fifth Brother, you are lucky."

"How about you?"

"The pair of Yongzheng imitation Chenghua blue and white lotus cups with Sanskrit lying feet are passable. The others are miscellaneous objects from the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China period. They don't have much collection value. When we return to Sijiu City, we will dispose of these things. .”

"Hey...Xiao Kun, don't be discouraged. You bought a sunflower wash with azure glaze from Ru kiln in the Northern Song Dynasty before. You can't be luckier than me every time."

Han Chunming patted Yang Yukun on the shoulder to express his comfort. Judging from the old things they found so far, his luck this time is indeed better than Yang Yukun's.

Before Yang Yukun found a sunflower wash with azure glaze from the Ru kiln of the Northern Song Dynasty, his envious eyes almost fell out.

Good luck takes turns, and Yang Yukun can't let Yang Yukun find a good treasure every time, and it's his turn.

"It's my luck to get it, and my life to lose it. My master said that old objects also pay attention to a fate, and you can't force it."

Yang Yukun smiled.

Of course, he would not tell Han Chunming about finding the pierced ear vases from the Ge Kiln in the Southern Song Dynasty and the azure-glazed flower pots from the Jun Kiln in the early Ming Dynasty.

It's good to know this kind of thing, and it's not appropriate to say it.

"Master Hou is right. By the way, Xiao Kun, since you don't want to collect these things and want to dispose of them, then you can sell them to me. The price will definitely not treat you badly."

Han Chunming really likes old things, and he loves them from the bottom of his heart.

Otherwise, he wouldn't leave the workers unemployed and walk around the streets all day collecting junk.

Although these objects that Yang Yukun scouring are all things from the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China period, they are also very good things.

Since Yang Yukun doesn't plan to collect these items and wants to dispose of them, it's better to sell them to him.

They are all buddies, and he will definitely not let Yang Yukun suffer in terms of price, and will give it according to the market price.

Yang Yukun smiled and said, "Little Fifth Brother, you also accept these things that are not very collectible. You don't want to open a private museum in the future, do you?"

"Xiao Kun, your proposal is really good. If the policy allows, my buddy really wants to open a private museum."

Han Chunming just likes old things, he likes all kinds of old things.

Opening a private museum is really a very good suggestion.

In the future, when he collects more collections, if the policy allows, he will build a private museum and put all the collections he retrieved in his own private museum.

"Okay, these items are sold to you, and the price is as long as you look at it."

Although these objects do not have much collection value, they can still be worth a lot of money after decades.

But Yang Yukun doesn't intend to collect them, nor is everything worthy of his collection.

Anyway, he intends to dispose of these things when they are taken back. Whoever they sell them to is not for sale.

Since Han Chunming wants it, then give it to him.

(End of this chapter)