Siheyuan: a hundred-year-old Chinese medicine doctor, Jiehu Qinhuairu

"There will be no fakes, I have seen all the tattered ones."

Song Qingshan just finished speaking.

Many people raised doubts, most of them are connoisseurs, and they all clapped their hands when they were looking at the tatters.

Stuff is fine.

Moreover.

If it was really a fake, the young guy wouldn't stand on the stage so ostentatiously and sell it.

"Old man, you are a bit insulting. I am selling things sincerely. If there is no old man in the family who is sick, I will not take them out at all."

"If you don't say something today, I won't agree."

The young man jumped down from the high platform.

Obviously in a hurry.

"Mister, the young man is right. If you say that this thing is fake, you have to show some evidence."

Broken Hou pressed his head and looked at the golden seal again.

Still can't find the fault.

"There is no big problem with this golden seal, whether it is the inscription, the insignia or the weight of the gold."

"Obviously the master of counterfeiting is a master."

"But he ignored one of the most important issues, which is the purity of the gold."

Song Qingshan said slowly without showing off.

"Purity of gold?"

Broken Hou Wenyan's expression was stunned, and all the onlookers also fell silent.

Also full of doubts.

"The colors of gold are divided into seven blues, eight yellows, nine purples, and ten reds, all of which represent the purity of gold."

"Seven greens are seventy percent pure, eight yellows are eighty percent pure, nine purples are ninety percent pure, ten reds are ten percent pure gold."

"Look at this golden seal, it's purple with red in it, which means it's made of more than [-]% pure gold."

"But the golden seal is from the Han Dynasty. In that era, the purity of gold was generally around [-]%, and there was no pure gold that was close to [-]%."

"How is it possible to create this golden seal?"

Song Qingshan's words came out.

Everyone stared wide-eyed at the golden seal in his hand.

"The old man is right, the purity of this gold is indeed wrong."

"My God, I ignored this question."

"Ginger is still old and spicy. This is an inconspicuous problem, and I almost hit my eyes."

"Old sir, you really taught me a lesson."

Poor Hou looked at Song Qingshan with admiration on his face. Indeed, this is a problem that is easily overlooked.

"Young man, take it back and sell it for gold, it's worth a lot of money."

Song Qingshan handed over the gold seal in his hand to the young man.

"Old man, you are an expert, it seems that my ancestors were deceived."

"Today is my embarrassment."

"Everyone, I'm sorry, I'm going to go back and ask my grandfather if this thing was passed down from my ancestors. If I was really cheated, I have to report it quickly."

"Goodbye, goodbye."

The young man cupped his fists at the crowd with a guilty expression on his face, and then quickly pushed away from the crowd.

The young guy is gone.

The crowd of onlookers also gradually dispersed, after all, there was still business to be done.

"Mister, haven't you asked your name yet?"

Next to the high platform.

Only Poor Hou and Song Qingshan's family were left, Poor Hou looked at Song Qingshan reverently and asked.

"My surname is Song, Song Qingshan."

Song Qingshan replied with a smile.

"Old man, my real name is not worth mentioning, and everyone who knows me calls me a broken man."

Broken Hou introduced himself.

"Mr., I see that you have bought a lot of things today, but they are all small gadgets."

"With your old eyesight, you should be able to see a few good things in this market..."

Poor Hou looked at Song Qingshan very puzzled.

If this one is really a collector.

And from the purchase of these gadgets, it can be seen that there is no hesitation in giving money, and the eyesight is accurate and ruthless.

Should be a good money owner.

But after shopping all morning, I also passed by those stalls with good things, but I didn't buy them.

This puzzled Broken Hou.

"Didn't you buy it too?" Song Qingshan asked back.

"Old man, I like these things. Some things are enough to satisfy your eyes, and you don't have to take them home."

"Placing it here is actually the same as putting it at home."

"To be honest, watching these things welcome and send away every day, as if waiting for my master, watching them being bought back, I also have a feeling of marrying a daughter."

"It's also very interesting."

Broken and embarrassed explained.

He is a real player and has affection for every curio.

Unless you meet something you really like.

Will buy it back.

For example, the gold seal just now, if he had 1000 yuan in his pocket.

Will definitely take it without hesitation.

"It's not convenient to drag the family with you, and it's not good to be too ostentatious for the first time."

Song Qingshan has a pair of golden pupils.

None of the genuine and fake products in this antique market can escape her eyes.

I have already seen some authentic products on several stalls.

All priceless.

It's just that most of them are big objects, and it's not convenient to take them home now.

Song Qingshan planned to drive a car one day.

Move home little by little.

This kind of leak picking is like pie falling from the sky, naturally the more the better.

Even if you don't sell it outside in the future.

It is also pleasing to the eye at home.

"Then I will wait for the old man to come again." Poor Hou nodded.

Good stuff here.

He treats them like children, and hopes to find a good family.

This old gentleman in front of me.

It's not for profit, it's because I really like it.

and so.

He also hoped that Song Qingshan could be brought home.

Next.

Poor Hou asked Song Qingshan some questions again, it was an exchange and discussion about distinguishing antiques.

Song Qingshan was not stingy either, and explained a few things in the market as examples.

The tattered Hou benefited a lot.

The two talked for almost half an hour, and then left after the broken one.

"Brother-in-law, you are really knowledgeable."

Qin Jingru stood by and listened all the time, although she couldn't understand nine out of ten sentences.

I just think my brother-in-law is knowledgeable.

"That's right, your brother-in-law knows everything." Qin Huairu's face was full of pride.

"Old man, can you really tell the real from the fake from the color of the gold seal just now?"

"That boy doesn't look like a liar either."

"I also said that there is an old man in the family who is sick. This is something passed down from the ancestors. It must have been deceived."

Qin Huairu still couldn't forget that golden seal.

After all, there are little goldfish at home.

He couldn't see any difference in color either.

"That's just one aspect. In the future, you have to remember that when you come into contact with these antiques, if someone says that they are handed down from your ancestors, or there is a sick person in your family who needs to get rid of them urgently."

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"Then you have to pay attention."

"Most of them are deceptive claims. There must be something wrong with what you sell. Don't buy it no matter what the price is."

Song Qingshan looked at Qin Huairu and several children and solemnly reminded him.

"I know dad."

Song Yu, Song Fei, Song Wu, and Song Ling nodded their heads half-understood.

"What a liar."

Qin Huairu never questioned what his old man said, and now I heard him say so.

The guy just now seemed to be a liar.

Such a blatant bluff.

Qin Huairu didn't understand.

"The sun is almost setting, let's go back." Song Qingshan said looking at the afterglow of the setting sun.

However this time.

On a road that Liulichang must pass.

Four or five people stood.

"Made, today's idea is really memorized. It was about to be sold, but someone recognized it."

The young guy is also among them.

At this moment, he no longer had the honest look he had on the high platform just now, and cursed viciously on his face.

"Who is it?"