super sensory appraiser

Zhang Guashan, who was waiting by the well, saw Fang Feiyang walking over with a sheet in his arms.

"Hey, what are you doing!...Are you feeling cold? I asked you to get me a porcelain basin to soak my feet. What are you doing with a pile of sheets?"

Zhang Guashan saw that Fang Feiyang had gone away for a long time before coming back, and when he came back, he was still holding something inexplicable in his hand, and hugged him nervously, not knowing what his brother was doing.

Fang Feiyang walked up to Zhang Guashan and smiled mysteriously, and said, "Good stuff! Let's go, let's talk about it when we go home!"

"Damn, what's so mysterious... I want to soak my feet in well water to cool off the heat, but what are you doing with this big jar?" Getting closer, Zhang Guashan saw that there was a black clay jar wrapped in the sheet, The body shape is like that of pickled salted duck eggs in the countryside. I don't know what kind of medicine Fang Feiyang sells in the gourd, so he hurriedly asked.

"Let's go, it's time to go home, I'll tell you as I walk..."

Fang Feiyang pulled Zhang Guashan back and walked back, talking as he walked, telling him that he suspected that this dark clay pot was a rare treasure.Of course, Fang Feiyang just told Zhang Guashan that he highly suspected that it was a piece of high-quality porcelain that was disguised with black lacquer based on the shape and texture of the thing.

The fact is also the same. When Fang Feiyang first saw this big lidded jar, he felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy and the vicissitudes of history. At that time, his heart was throbbing, and he stretched out his hand to test his own judgment with supersensory ability.

"What did you say? This black pot is fine porcelain? Haha...ha...it's true, I have worked in the auction house for two years anyway, why can't I see that this is a treasure? You kid must have learned about antiques for a while, you have nothing to do to tease me."

Hearing Fang Feiyang's doubts and conjectures, Zhang Guashan laughed until his stomach ached. He was unwilling to believe that this big black pottery pot that he randomly picked up from a pile of garbage was an antique treasure. It looked like him no matter what. The jar where I used to pickle eggs and pickles.

"I don't have nothing to do. It hurts to play with you... I was just skeptical, and I didn't say that I was [-]% sure. Why are you so nonchalant? Anyway, it won't hurt you to bring it home! If you don't want to take it, I will Take a taxi and take them home."

Fang Feiyang took a look, and if he didn't show any righteous attitude to this kid, he wondered how long he would argue with himself on this clay pot.

"Okay... let's go... let's talk about it first, if it's really a baby, you will give me half..."

"No problem, when the time comes, I will entrust Mr. Zhang's auction house to auction, and you can just share with me a little of the proceeds from the auction..."

"I'm not the boss, I'm just a fucking clerk..."

The two packed up their things. Fang Feiyang carefully wrapped the black clay pot with the old sheet and placed it in front of the rear seat of the polo car to prevent it from rolling and colliding.

Before leaving, Fang Feiyang exchanged phone numbers with the bearded boss, and made an appointment to come back in two days to test drive the extraordinary modified Santana.

The polo car with the tires changed was running very smoothly, and the previous shaking has disappeared.Zhang Kaoshan saw that it was already seven o'clock in the evening, so he couldn't help stepping on the accelerator and rushed home.

The street lights on both sides of the national highway gradually lit up, and night was quietly falling.The number of vehicles on the road gradually decreased. Except for some large trucks with foreign license plates that turned on their headlights and continued to speed along the road carrying goods, there were basically no small vehicles with local license plates on the road.

Although Fengcheng is also a prefecture-level city in Jinling Province, it is a small city with a total population of only 500 million including the four county-level cities below, while Hailing District of Fengcheng, where Fang Feiyang's family is located, has a population of only 40.Compared with Jinling City, the provincial capital, and Xicheng and Sioux City in southern Jiangsu, the scale of such a city is obviously several grades lower. At best, it can only be regarded as a fourth-tier city.So this is one of the reasons why there are fewer cars and fewer people in Fengcheng at night.

Zhang Guashan stepped up the accelerator and drove all the way to 100 yards on the national highway. Before night completely enveloped the city, Fang Feiyang was sent to Yaojia Village, Jiulong Town, Hailing District.

Sending his good brother home safely, Zhang Guashan successfully completed the task, and he didn't care about Fang Feiyang's insistence on staying for dinner. Hungry, he turned the car around and drove home. After all, he has been working outside for many years, so it is rare to go back to his hometown once.

Fang Feiyang's house is in the west of Yaojia Village. The house was rebuilt by his parents on the foundation of the original old house when he was six years old. It has been 20 years now.The layout of his house is the traditional rural architectural pattern, a row of east-west bungalows, with a main room in the middle and east-west wing rooms on both sides. There is also a kitchen built in front of the wing room, where parents usually cook and eat.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back!"

Fang Feiyang saw the lights in the kitchen were on, and knew that his parents should have had dinner at this time and were cleaning the kitchen.

"Feiyang is back?...His father, his son is back!!..." The mother's ears were very good, and she heard her son's voice in the yard, she went to the window and saw that it was Fang Feiyang, Immediately surprised to inform his father.

"Well! You're back!" It was Fang Feiyang's father who spoke, "Why didn't you call in advance when you came back? Did you have dinner?

"Not yet, I'm starving to death..." After driving for half a day, even though I was sitting in the car all the time, I still felt very tired. Now it's already 07:30 in the evening, and I ate at [-] o'clock at noon. Even the slag is gone after being digested and absorbed.

Hearing that her son said that he hadn't had dinner yet, Fang Feiyang's mother quickly stopped what she was doing, poured the vegetables into the pot to heat up, and served Fang Feiyang with a bowl of rice.

"This year's National Day and Mid-Autumn Festival is a small long holiday. The factory is not busy, so I took a few days of annual leave to come back and have a look..."

While eating, Fang Feiyang chatted with his parents about his life in Sioux City.Of course, he didn't tell his parents that he had worshiped a famous teacher in the antique world and was studying antique collection.Because he was afraid that his parents would worry. After all, in the eyes of the elderly, he couldn't understand the business of collecting antiques. It might not be easy to tell them through verbal explanations.So Fang Feiyang simply chose not to say anything, and just waited for the right opportunity to let his parents know that he was making money.

Fang Feiyang was still thinking about the black lacquered clay pot at the door. After spitting out his dinner, he went into his room with the pot in his arms.

This black lacquered pottery pot is about 50 centimeters high, with a diameter of about 40 centimeters at the thickest part.Although the whole body was covered by black paint, Fang Feiyang still found that its lines were smooth and smooth. When he tapped his index finger knuckles, he could hear the crisp resonance of porcelain.

"How do I get rid of its black paint?..."

Fang Feiyang thought about it for a while, and he remembered that Mr. Song once told him that a mixture of several simple daily materials could be used to dissolve the black paint that covered it.The key is that the volume of this clay pot is too large, and a large amount of dissolving solution needs to be prepared.

Fang Feiyang looked at the time and found that it was not too late, so he told his parents and went to the canteen at the entrance of the village to buy some things and came back.

In the canteen at the entrance of the village, Fang Feiyang bought a whole box of vinegar, three bags of edible salt, a plastic bucket and a bottle of disinfectant for cleaning toilets.

Back home, Fang Feiyang locked himself in the room.Put the black lacquered clay pot upright in the plastic bucket, and then turn out a set of small experimental equipment issued by the school when I was studying chemistry in high school. Mix 1000ml of edible vinegar with 50g of fine salt, melt it and pour it into a plastic bucket.In this way, Fang Feiyang opened the whole box of vinegar, mixed fine salt, and then poured it into a plastic bucket until the black lacquered clay pot was completely soaked.

There was a sour smell of acetic acid in the whole room, but Fang Feiyang didn't know it.

Finally, Fang Feiyang slowly added the bottle of disinfectant for cleaning the toilet into the plastic bucket at a dose of 50ml every quarter of an hour, and observed the changes in the black lacquered clay pot.

Finally, under the slow action of the weak acid, the black paint on the large clay pot began to soften.

Two hours later, as the dose of disinfectant was slowly increased, Fang Feiyang discovered that the black paint on the surface of the clay pot could be scraped off with his fingernails.He carefully and gently scraped open a small area of ​​the mouth of the bottle, revealing the white enamel covered by the black paint.

In this way, the concentration of the solvent was maintained and soaked for another hour.

Fang Feiyang gently rubbed off the soft black paint bit by bit as if he was bathing a newborn baby.After rinsing with another basin of clean water, a dignified and refreshing blue and white jar with a large lid appeared in front of Fang Feiyang.

Fang Feiyang carefully appreciated the porcelain in front of him. The most special feature of this blue-and-white jar with a large lid lies in its decoration. Except for the lid depicting a five-clawed golden dragon, the whole body is decorated with characters. The five strong and elegant seal characters of "No. [-] Spring in the World" surround the shoulder of the tank, and the abdomen is respectfully copied from the imperial poems written by Emperor Qianlong when he appointed the cold spring in the No. [-] Spring in the World.

"This is a national treasure!"

After careful identification, Fang Feiyang took a deep breath.

"It is actually decorated with dragon claws. It is very likely that it is a royal porcelain made by the Qing Dynasty's Ministry of Internal Affairs."

Fang Feiyang's heart was filled with joy rather than shock. He boldly guessed that the origin of this treasure was unusual. It most likely came from the emperor's family. Ordinary folk kiln porcelain would not dare to use dragons as decorative patterns casually. The government at that time knew it and wanted to kill him.

At the same time, the first video clip that appeared in Fang Feiyang's mind was a man who looked like a eunuch filling the tank with water.Combining these two points, Fang Feiyang already has a rough judgment on this baby in his heart.