Live Appreciation, Congratulations to Brother

Chapter 236 Hang up and fight
Zhang Yang specifically mentioned that the bronze mirror would be put into a museum display in the future. He originally wanted to give the old village chief a sense of participation.

Maybe you can impress the other party and take the initiative to find Old Antique later.

But Zhang Yang misjudged how bad the current delivery environment in the countryside was.

This place was supposed to be the last paradise for collectors, but unexpectedly, people’s hearts have changed!
"Are you from a museum?"

"Then you have to pay more!"

The old village chief smiled, revealing half of his partially yellowed teeth.

The reasons he gave sound reasonable:

"Whatever you can reimburse for buying cultural relics is all funds allocated by the authorities."

"There's a lot of oil and water in here, how much does it mean?"

Librarian He pretended not to understand and tried to fool him, so he replied:
"Where does the money and water come from in museums? Our museum has to tighten its belt to survive, so it barely survives."

"Nonsense. When I was the village chief, I went to the countryside with experts from your museum. I wouldn't know if there was any oil or water involved?"

"They spent more than 3 yuan on a blue and white bowl for feeding chickens at my third uncle's house..."

In the eyes of the old village chief, how much is a bowl worth?

Experts must be greedy if they spend a lot of money to collect it.

Zhang Yang knew halfway through what he said that the old man was completely an amateur's conjecture.

The person buying things should be a merchant who just made up the name of a museum expert.

A real museum expert would have to spend another [-]?
Bring the police here, even if it's Yuan Qinghua, the 500 yuan will be taken away from you.

As for why Zhang Yang wanted to spend money to buy it, who told him that this was in Sanchuan City? He couldn't talk much!

"A bowl that costs 30 yuan must be sold for at least [-] yuan, right?"

Wei Fuguang murmured to himself at the side. The stack of Guanjin coupons in his hand suddenly no longer smelled good.

Zhang Yang was more straightforward and asked his cousin directly:

"My uncle's third uncle, is his home far from here?"

"It's not far. It only takes a few minutes to walk."

"Then let's go and take a look first, just in case there is another bowl like that."

Zhang Yang glanced at the old village chief, sighed, shook his head, turned around and walked out of the courtyard gate.

It’s just a bronze mirror from the Jin Dynasty, so there’s no need to waste too much time.

There may be other big items in the village!
"I haven't paid for the things here yet!" the old village chief shouted from behind.

"You can keep it for now. We have limited funds, so we need to collect the goods first."

Zhang Yang's answer also reminded Wei Fuguang.

He quickly put down the old banknotes in his hand.

There must be colorful sculptures from the Yuan Dynasty in the village. Who needs this toilet paper!
Seeing that Zhang Yang and his group were really leaving the yard one after another and heading towards his third uncle's house, not just pretending to bargain, the old village chief finally panicked.

He quickly picked up the bronze mirror tied with a red string and followed.

……

The old village chief's third uncle is much younger than his nephew.

Everyone in the village calls him Wei Laosan.

He is probably in his 50s and looks very smart.

He was sitting on the stone threshold, holding an old-fashioned long pipe in his mouth and smoking non-stop.

Wei Fuguang's cousin knew him well and greeted him warmly:
"Wei Laosan, are you still smoking? You are not afraid of being beaten to death!"

"If you, the bitch, die first..."

"Eh? You bitch..."

It was because Wei Fuguang, a junior, was nearby and showed his face to say hello that the two of them calmed down a little.

After explaining his purpose clearly, Wei Laosan hung his pipe on the back of his chair and said with his hands behind his back:

"Just wait, I'll get the baby."

"What treasure?" Zhang Yang asked in advance: "If it's bronze, forget it."

"How do you know I have bronze?"

Wei Laosan turned around and looked at Zhang Yang suspiciously:

"Did my nephew tell you?"

"There really are!" Zhang Yang smiled, and he turned to ask his cousin: "You don't have bronzes in every house here, do you?"

"How do you know I have bronzes at home?" My cousin asked with an equally surprised look on his face. "Do you have one at home too?"

what's the situation?
Zhang Yang and Librarian He both looked at Wei Fuguang.

What about Xanadu?

There aren’t more fakes than Linhai Antique City, right?
"Let's take the things out and take a look first."

Wei Fuguang urged Wei Laosan.

When the other party entered the house, he immediately began to "interrogate" his cousin:
"Third uncle, where did you buy the bronze?"

"It's passed down from our ancestors!"

"Have you changed your ancestors?" Wei Fuguang asked angrily.

"My mother said that your family has three generations of poor farmers. When you were at your poorest, your three children only had one complete set of clothes."

"If you have an ancestral bronzeware, your cousin will resist selling it and let you go to elementary school naked?"

"you you……"

Being exposed, my cousin was a little angry and wanted to refute, but his mind went blank.

While he was searching for words, Wei Laosan came back.

"You guys take a look at this first, I have some treasures to pick up."

With a "buzz~" sound, a chime full of patina fell to the ground.

Zhang Yang called him a good guy.

Anyone who has been to the Hubei Provincial Museum can recognize that this is purely an imitation of Zeng Houyi's chime bell.

And it's a low-end imitation.

Zhang Yang felt his scalp numb at the sight. Whose dojo is this?

Is the base of Hedong Group built in this village?
At this time, the old village chief's voice suddenly came from behind him:

"There's no writing on his piece, so it's not as valuable as mine!"

"That's true." Zhang Yang agreed: "That tripod of yours is huge, and it will definitely be more expensive if you sell it by the pound."

"How can bronzeware be sold by the pound..."

The old village chief wanted to argue with Zhang Yang, but Librarian He stepped up and separated him.

As an assistant, Librarian He is very professional and directly gives the other party an ultimatum:

"The price has been quoted, I will pay if you sell it."

"If you don't want to sell it, don't harass our curator."

"Director?" The old village chief quietly looked at Zhang Yang's back: "I, I'll think about it again."

Thinking that the old village chief could take out a bronze mirror, Zhang Yang calmed down and waited to see Wei Laosan's final collection.

Two minutes later, the other party came out carrying a blue and white porcelain plate.

The plate was filled with copper coins from various periods, as well as a few silver dollars.

The copper coins received in the countryside are always real, right?

With this idea in mind, Zhang Yang planned to pick some to see if there were any rare varieties.

I didn’t expect that it was the first Yuan Datou I got. When I picked it up, eh, the weight was wrong!
A closer look shows that the material is exactly the same as the old version of the dime coin, made of aluminum-magnesium alloy.

Aluminum-magnesium alloy costs 2000 yuan per ton.

Such fakes are really cheap and environmentally friendly.

Zhang Yang quickly handed the things back.

"Brother, if you had used these few silver coins in the market in modern times, you would have been hung up and beaten."

"And he was beaten with a belt."

"Tch!" Wei Laosan sneered: "It's like I haven't been beaten before."

He knew he couldn't deceive Zhang Yang, so he quickly took out all the coins on the plate and put them into his pocket.

Then he pointed to the bottom of the blue and white porcelain plate in Zhang Yang’s hand:
"Look at it, it's a real treasure."

What style? [Great Tomorrow Starts the New Year System]!
Moreover, it is the "double circle foot" popular in Guanyao in Jingdi Town in the early Kangxi period, with two circles of feet on the bottom, both inner and outer.

This kind of "hybrid" thing is simply spiritual pollution in the eyes of experts.

"Brother, do you have anything real at home? If not, we'll leave first." Zhang Yang wiped his eyes and pointed to the path behind him.

(End of this chapter)