I'm really the king of leaks

Chapter 85 Rainstorm overnight!
Wu Cuilian's home.

After Zhang Yi went out, Uncle Chen received another black-glazed Arhat bowl with string patterns.The things look pretty good, and the appearance is very beautiful.

Before coming to Xiasi Village, the two had discussed it.

If the things are collected together, the two people will share them equally.

If it is collected separately, it is considered as your own.

Therefore, after Zhang Yi went out, the Arhat bowl that Uncle Chen received was Uncle Chen's own, and the purple sand pot Zhang Yi received was Zhang Yi's own.

On this point, there will be no disagreement.After all, even if they are brothers, they still need to settle accounts clearly.

After going back.

Zhang Yi is holding a purple clay pot.

"Uncle Chen, can you take a look for me, how about this purple clay pot?"

For this purple clay pot, Zhang Yi is still looking forward to it, after all, it was obtained through "treasure hunting"!

"By the way, I saw that there is still a very beautiful bottom line underneath, which seems to be seal script, Chen Mingyuan."

The Arhat bowl in Uncle Chen's hand almost fell to the ground, he held it tightly, raised his head and asked Zhang Yi in surprise.

"Who are you talking about?"

"Chen Mingyuan, what's the matter, is he famous?"

"Let me see!"

Obviously, Uncle Chen was very excited when he heard the words Chen Mingyuan.

Moreover, it is still rare.

While watching, Uncle Chen began to explain.

Chen Mingyuan was an extremely famous purple sand artist in Yixing during the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty.He was born in a Zisha family, and he has achieved a very high level of art in Zisha teapots, definitely at the master level.

There are at least dozens of purple clay tea sets and elegant toys that came out of his hands.

but.

Just because it's so famous.

Since ancient times, there have been many imitations of this inscription. However, the workmanship of this purple clay pot is excellent. Even if it is a real imitation, it must be made by a craftsman with a high level of craftsmanship.

In this regard, Uncle Chen has no way to be sure.

He knows all kinds of things, and his eyesight is very poisonous, but he can't reach the level of an expert.

and so.

Whether this purple clay pot is Chen Mingyuan's or not, we can only find out if Zhang Yi uses his right index finger to appraise it when he wakes up tomorrow morning.

After autumn.

The weather is turning cold, and in the mountains, it gets colder at night.

Zhang Yi and Uncle Chen live in Wu Cuilian's house. There is a guest room in his house. Wu Cuilian and her husband have already tidied up that room.

When I was about to go to bed, there was a strong wind blowing outside, and the humidity was heavy, as if it was going to rain.

Running around all day is very tiring.

Uncle Chen drove two to three hundred kilometers. He didn't take a break here and started collecting antiques. He was probably even more tired. So, he just lay down and fell asleep not long after.

Zhang Yi took out his mobile phone.

For some reason, in a quiet environment, he suddenly wanted to send Xia Qianxun a message.

But who knows, I sent it several times, but it didn't go through.

A closer look revealed that the phone had no signal at all.

No way, he smiled wryly to himself, so he had no choice but to sleep.

In the night.

Zhang Yi woke up once.

Because it was raining heavily outside, the raindrops hit the glass and rattled.

When I got up in the morning, the rain had stopped.

However, the mountains are still foggy. Looking into the distance, you can actually see the mountain fog flowing between the mountains. The scene is very magnificent.

Here, there is a kind of fairyland isolated from the world, with the same beauty.

Zhang Yi got up earlier, and when he got up, he found that the door of Wu Cuilian and her husband's room was open, but there was no one in the room.

Early in the morning, where did they go?
When Zhang Yi went out, there happened to be a villager who hurried to the west of the village and passed by.

"Uncle, where are you going?"

The villagers stopped in their tracks.

"It's Boss Zhang!"

"Just last night, it rained heavily. Something happened to Old Wei's house, and the house at the head collapsed!"

"Is it okay?"

"I don't know, I'll take a look now and see if I can help."

"That's fine, then I'll go with you too!"

Zhang Yi followed the villager and hurried to the west of the village.

When we got there, many villagers were already there, including Wu Cuilian and her husband.

Seeing Zhang Yi passing by, Wu Cuilian and her husband came over.

"Boss Zhang, you're up! Old Wei's house has collapsed, and the big guy is trying to help out by moving his things out."

"Is his family okay?"

"It's okay, only Old Wei. He ran out when he saw that the house was about to collapse! It's just... Old Wei has a son who went out to work. It's been almost seven years since he left, and he hasn't come back. I don't know. I lost it, but I still don’t want to come back. The old house has collapsed, and Lao Wei doesn’t even have a place to live..."

"That's right, the big guy is thinking, help raise money and build a house for him."

"It's good that people are fine, and the money to repair the house is also counted as my share!"

Zhang Yigang finished speaking.

In my mind, that voice actually came again.

"Excuse me, are you looking for treasure within a hundred meters?"

What's going on, why is it reminded here?
between doubts.

Zhang Yi thought to himself.

"Treasure hunt!"

Followed by.

Zhang Yi felt as if he was being pulled by a force, and he walked towards the direction where the old Wei's house collapsed.

Get closer.

Zhang Yi's eyes fell on a wooden board that was broken in two.

"The treasure within a hundred meters has been found!"

What's the situation, a piece of broken wood, how can it be a treasure within a hundred meters?
Zhang Yi suddenly looked puzzled.

Can't get it wrong?
"Boss Zhang, there is mud all over there, so don't go over there to help, we villagers just help Old Wei clean it up!"

Some villagers reminded.

"fine!"

Zhang Yi responded.

After walking over, Zhang Yi picked up the wooden board and looked at it. Could it be that the wooden board is made of precious material?

It seems to be an ordinary paulownia board, the most common wood, the wood is very soft, easy to break, and easy to be scratched and deformed, nothing special.

but.

After Zhang Yi picked up the board.

He saw that there was a jar under the board.

This pot is full of mud.

There is also a large handful of bean sprouts in the jar, which seems to be the porcelain jar used by the old Wei family to grow bean sprouts.Seeing this, Zhang Yi couldn't help being shocked.

Could it be that the treasure within a hundred meters is this jar?
It should be right, it must be it!

Zhang Yi pulled the jar out of the mud.

then.

I got some water from a nearby puddle and washed the jar.

Remove the mud.

The original appearance of the big jar was revealed.

This large jar is blue in color as a whole, with a darker color.In addition to the cyan blue, there is another color, just like two blood-red fire clouds, as if flowing on the whole porcelain. At first glance, the color of this utensil is very dull.

But, appreciate it carefully.

You will feel that the beauty of dynamics and changes makes people feel very comfortable.

Zhang Yi knows.

This kind of porcelain is called Jun porcelain.

(End of this chapter)