Siheyuan, a comfortable life under Zhengyang Gate

Chapter 451 Spend money to buy a lesson
After staying in the Jubao Pavilion for a while, the little girl Xiaozongzi couldn't stay any longer, so Yang Yukun held up a parasol and took the little girl for a walk at the stall outside.

"Giggle..."

"Little Zongzi, what's wrong?"

"Cuckoo..."

"Jingtian."

Yang Yukun was squatting in front of a stall with a little Zongzi, when the little Zongzi suddenly made a syllable of "Grrrr" from his mouth.

Turning his head and looking to the side, Yang Yukun understood why the little girl was so excited. It turned out that he saw her fifth aunt.

Didn't Xu Jingtian, this girl, say that she had an appointment with her classmates to go to the mall? She didn't expect to meet this girl here in Liulichang.

This girl was squatting at a stall diagonally opposite with her two classmates, and she didn't notice him and Xiao Zongzi.

"Brother, do you still want this item?"

A young man squatting next to Yang Yukun looked at the object Yang Yukun had just picked up and asked aloud.

"No more."

Yang Yukun carried the small rice dumplings and walked towards the stall diagonally opposite. The young man squatting next to him quickly took out the money and took the things away, as if he had picked up a big bag.

This object was indeed pretty good, but it just didn't meet Yang Yukun's collection standards, so he didn't pay for it.

"Jingtian."

"Ah?" Xu Jingtian turned around and said in surprise: "Third brother-in-law, why are you here?"

"I should ask you this. Didn't you go shopping with your classmates? Why did you come to Liulichang?"

"Xiaoyu said she wanted to visit Liulichang, and then we came over."

They were passing by Liulichang just now, and her classmates said they wanted to visit Liulichang, so they came to Liulichang.

"Third brother-in-law, let me introduce to you. This is my classmate Wang Qingyu, and this is Xiaoyu's friend Luo Xuemei." Xu Jingtian introduced each other: "Xiaoyu, Meimei, this is my third brother-in-law and niece Xiaozongzi."

"Hello third sister-in-law."

"Hello."

Yang Yukun nodded towards the two of them. One of them was Xu Jingtian's classmate at Imperial University, named Wang Qingyu.

The other one is Wang Qingyu’s friend, named Luo Xuemei.

"Third brother-in-law, you came just in time. This is the blue and white pen holder that Xiaoyu just bought. The boss said it was used by Emperor Kangxi of the Qing Dynasty. Is that true?"

"How much did you buy it for?"

"Seven hundred."

"It's okay to come here and have fun, but don't spend money to buy random things."

Yang Yukun didn't even need to take a look at this thing, it was fake at first glance.

The price of old items has increased a lot in the past two years. The blue and white pen holder used by Emperor Kangxi is more than this price, and you can't even buy it for ten or seven hundred.

But this blue and white pen holder is not worth even 700 yuan, not to mention [-] yuan.

But being able to spend a huge sum of 700 yuan to buy things without blinking an eye, classmate Xu Jingtian's family conditions are not ordinary.

Girls from ordinary families are not in a position to carry hundreds or even thousands of money with them.

"Third brother-in-law, I hear what you mean. This blue and white pen holder is not used by the Emperor Kangxi. But just now the boss clearly said that it was used by the Emperor Kangxi. Isn't this a lie?"

"The people here are all smart people, especially the shopkeepers on these two sides. They all have a pair of piercing eyes. If it were the blue and white pen holder used by Emperor Kangxi, do you think this object could still fall into your hands?"

After all, they are young girls who have no experience in the world. They will believe whatever others say.

In recent years, there have been fewer and fewer good things on Liulichang’s stalls.

Even if something good appears, it depends on luck and whether you can come across it.

At this point, even if there were good things, they would have been taken away long ago.

If this so-called Kangxi imperial blue and white pen holder was truly authentic, it might have been kept and not sold until now.

This experience can be regarded as a lesson to these little girls who are not familiar with the world. Let them know what dangers are in the world and never reach out in areas they do not understand. "It's so abominable, I'm going to find him."

"Jingtian, forget it."

Seeing that Xu Jingtian was going to find trouble with the stall owner, Wang Qingyu reached out to hold her back.

Although she was a little unhappy about spending 700 yuan to buy a fake item, she had also heard about the rules of the antique industry, so she could only blame herself for her incompetence.

She had also heard from a friend of her father that she had found a piece of Qing Dynasty official kiln porcelain in Liulichang, so she thought of shopping when she passed by Liulichang today.

If you learn a lesson, you should spend money to learn a lesson, and you will never touch the antique business again in the future.

And she just noticed that there were two burly middle-aged men with the stall owner.

If they go to the stall owner with this blue and white pen holder, and the stall owner refuses to fight them, they will not be able to defeat him.

Even if Xu Jingtian's third brother-in-law is here, he doesn't look as tall as the other party, and he must not be as good at fighting, not to mention that he has such a small girl with him.

"Jingtian, do you want to come with me or go shopping by yourself?"

The sun was getting a little brighter now. Yang Yukun planned to take the little Zongzi to Jubao Pavilion to have a rest and have a cup of tea. After a while, he would take the little girl to Wangfujing to find her mother.

"Third brother-in-law, we want to go shopping some more, so we won't go with you."

"Okay, remember, don't buy things blindly again."

"If you don't want to buy it, let's take a look."

"Little Zongzi, say goodbye to Fifth Aunt."

"Giggle..."

"gone."

Yang Yukun held the little zongzi and returned to the Jubao Pavilion.

Yang Feng was reading the manuscript he sent, so carefully that he didn't even notice that he came in with the little rice dumpling.

With this kid's seriousness, even if the Jubao Pavilion was evacuated, he probably wouldn't be able to notice it.

This tireless energy is not bad at all compared to the serious energy he used to study with his master.

With this kind of motivation, this kid will definitely be able to make a name for himself in this industry in the future.

"Xiao Feng, yo, Uncle Kun, when did you come here?"

At this time, Yang Guangcheng returned to the store from next door and found that Yang Yukun was also there.

"After coming here for a while, Xiaofeng said that you were invited by the shopkeeper of the store next door. What kind of good thing is it that he asked you to help identify?"

"A kiln lamp from the Southern Song Dynasty."

"Real stuff?"

"Old tire with new glaze."

Someone came to the store next door to sell an object, a jian kiln lamp from the Southern Song Dynasty.

The shopkeeper of the store next door was a little unsure, so he came over and asked him to help identify it.

This object is indeed a built-in lamp, but it is an old one with a new glaze.

As the name suggests, the tire is old and the glaze is new.

Counterfeiters often obtain some ancient porcelain from kiln sites and other places. The bodies of these ancient porcelain are old, but the glaze is basically very severely eroded. They need to be reglazed and repaired, and fired in the kiln a second time.

When porcelain is re-fired in the kiln for the second time, the bubbles often increase in size and become denser, the blue and white hair color becomes hazy or even blurry, and even the carcass becomes blistered.

Those who don't know what's going on here are often easily fooled.

"Grandpa, grandpa, when did you come back?"

Yang Feng, who was immersed in the manuscript, heard the voices and looked up, only to find that Yang Yukun and Yang Guangcheng had returned.

He didn't even notice when exactly he came back.

(End of this chapter)