Great Power Army Reclamation

Apart from Ye Yuze knowing a little bit about copper coins, it was still the little knowledge he heard last night. He knew nothing about anything else, especially those jars and jars. He really couldn't figure out why these rags were valuable.

The old man looked at each piece with great care, wishing he could rub a layer of skin off it. This kind of view naturally arouses hatred, after all, there is a mixed bag of good and bad things here. This is not to say that the stall owners are cheating, but that in the initial stage of this market, even the stall owners could not figure out whether the things on their stalls were real or fake. They all looked like old people, so I took them in.

This situation lasted until the late 1990s before it improved. This improvement refers to the fact that during that period, there were almost no real things on such stalls. And customers can feel confident enough not to buy fake products.

Of course, stall owners will not say that their products are fake. What about Liu Luoguo's pipe, He Shen's tickle scratcher, and Lafayette's earpick. They have everything, and if you believe it, that’s your reason.

The rule in the antique market is not to look for any debt when you go out, the only thing you gamble is your eyesight. If you are wrong, just admit it. There is no one to come and deceive you.

Laorou was looking at a big bowl at this time. It was called a big bowl because it was big enough. Ye Yuze estimated that he would eat noodles in this bowl, and one bowl would be enough.

There is a pattern at the bottom of this bowl, which is a horse lying on a hillside. The key is that there are patches of blue on the horse's body. Ye Yuze couldn't figure out what kind of product it was after looking at it for a long time. It was definitely not a product from Northern Xinjiang.

The outside of the bowl is quite lively. There is a circle of horses with different expressions and postures, and there are curves outlined by lines on them. I don’t know if it represents clouds or if it was painted on by the painter.

The old man turned the bowl over, and there were a few clear words behind it. "The Wanli Year System of the Ming Dynasty". Ye Yuze thought it was fake at first glance, because the writing was so clear. If antiques were like this, who would need an appraiser? You will know the words by yourself.

But the old man didn't put it down while he was holding it in his hand. He kept rubbing it, and he didn't know whether he was washing dishes for others or preparing to wipe off the patterns on it.

The stall owner was still introducing him enthusiastically, but when he saw that this guy was just rubbing and not listening to his introduction, he suddenly became annoyed. In addition, the clothes worn by Lao Rou were more rural. At that time, there was a big difference between the clothes of rural children and urban children, which could be seen at a glance.

"I said, are you going to buy it or not? My bowl has sparked sparks. Are you going to raise the temperature and melt the glaze on the bowl and take it home to eat fried noodles? That's like that There are plenty of them on the street, and you can exchange two eggs for one! Please don’t harm me here again, please?”

Hearing that the stall owner was impatient, Laorou finally raised the price: "Can I give you three eggs for this bowl?"

Several stall owners around burst into laughter. This young man was interesting and his prices were shocking. This is the first time they have encountered such a counter-offer after setting up a stall for so long? "No, if you add more, you have to give me five eggs, right?"

Seeing a group of people making noise, the stall owner looked grim. He snatched the bowl from the old man's hand, and then pushed him: "Gungungun, don't make trouble here again if you have nothing to do. You are dressed like a beggar. You can't even afford fifty cents."

The old man was pushed to sit on the ground, looking a little confused. He couldn't figure out why he still got beaten for making a counter-offer?

Ye Yuze was not happy now. He had to look after his younger brother, right? Are you slapping me in the face? He glared at the stall owner and asked, "Are you looking down on others? What if he can afford it?"

The stall owner really didn't pay attention to Ye Yuze behind the old man at first. Now when he saw him opening his mouth, he was about to scold him, but he immediately shut up when he saw Ye Yuze's dress. People in this business are all talented people. He is not afraid of Ye Yuze, but he is afraid that if he really offends the buyer, then the gain will outweigh the loss.

Then he said to Laorou: "This bowl of mine came from the palace. My grandfather's grandfather's grandfather was an errand in the palace of the Ming Dynasty. At that time, he was a young eunuch serving Lord Wanli. Because Lord Wanli who served him was considerate, he took care of himself. The bowl he used to eat was given to him as a reward. My family has kept this bowl in the shrine for generations. My grandfather was ill and needed money, so I had no choice but to sell it."

Having said this, the stall owner had a look of sadness on his face, and kept stroking the bowl with his hands, his expression full of reluctance, and he snatched the meat away. "Are you going to melt the glaze and take it home to eat fried noodles?"

Ye Yuze almost spat out a mouthful of old blood. His brother learned things too quickly. Use the other person's way to repay the other person's body, a proper Murong Fu!

The stall owner was choked and couldn't speak for a long time. His eyes were full of pleading, as if he was begging the old man to leave quickly because he wouldn't sell it for any money. But Lao Rou was not moved at all and insisted: "Five eggs, no more!"

Seeing that Lao Rou refused to leave, he must have taken a liking to this bowl. Ye Yuze didn't have the patience to write here and asked directly: "How much do you plan to sell this bowl for?"

The stall owner's originally loveless eyes immediately glowed with life, he raised three fingers and said: "Three thousand, not a penny less. This is my family's heirloom, and I am an unworthy descendant!"

Ye Yuze was going to pay directly. This was the first time Ye Yuze saw a stall owner who could ruin him like this. The old man must like this bowl, buy it and let him continue rubbing it.

The old man spoke at this time, and he was very organized, which was completely different from his usual dull personality.

"Don't lie to me. The first eunuch can't give birth to children, so where did the offspring come from? Did they pop out of the cracks in the rocks? Furthermore, the glaze color of your bowl is uneven. Look at the different shades of blue on the horse. . The most important thing is that this bowl is not cracked. You are also an antique cook. Have you ever seen any old thing that is so smooth? Is blue and white without slices still called blue and white?"

The stall owner wanted to refute him at first, but as the old man talked more and more, his expression became worse and worse. In fact, this was also his doubt when he bought this bowl. However, he had heard people say that ancient porcelain was cracked and splintered, and most of the time it was done intentionally. Then he gritted his teeth and bought it.

Now being dissected by the old man, his already unstable self-confidence instantly collapsed. Somewhat tiredly, he asked: "Then how much do you pay?"

The old man gritted his teeth and put on his clothes with a heartbroken expression: "I won't cheat you, two kilograms of eggs. No more!"

The stall owner was almost crying: "Brother, to tell you the truth, I spent a lot of money to buy this in the countryside. You can't make me lose money, can you?"

The old man was about to continue chatting with him, but Ye Yuze was really impatient, so he directly took out a big dough stick and gave it to him. The stall owner was overjoyed. In fact, he bought this bowl for five yuan, which doubled in one go. Contented.

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