In the corner of the stall is a porcelain statue covered in clay.

The porcelain jar is gray and earth-colored, and because it is covered with soil, it is impossible to see the glaze of the porcelain itself clearly.

The volume of the porcelain jar itself is not large, it is estimated to be about 20 centimeters high, the mouth is thin and open, the mouth of the jar is slightly outward, the neck is short, the two sides of the neck are symmetrical and one series, the shoulders are plump, and the shoulders are gradually closed.

At first glance, the jar looks like a wine jar.

He Lin rolled his eyes, casually pointed to a bronze vessel next to the porcelain jar, and asked, "How much is this bronze artifact?"

This is a good thing, dug out of my ancestral house. The middle-aged woman smiled and said, "The price is not expensive, only 40,000 yuan!"

"40,000?!"

He Lin pretended to be thoughtful, and asked rhetorically, "Can you have less?"

That bronze He Lin could see at a glance with his own ability, it was just a fake thing with modern craftsmanship.

Not to mention 40,000 yuan, maybe the cost price of 400 yuan is considered high!

"Young man, you're an old customer. The middle-aged woman thought for a moment and said, "In this way, 45,000 yuan cannot be less!"

"It's too expensive, I'll take a look. ”

He Lin shook his head, and then he pointed to the gray-brown porcelain jar next to him and asked, "How much is this bottle?"

"Young man, you have a really good eye, this jar was also dug out of the ancestral house by my wife yesterday!" The middle-aged woman's eyes rolled, afraid that the price would be too high, and He Lin didn't want it: "You are an old acquaintance, so this price is ......"

As she spoke, the middle-aged woman raised a finger.

"Ten thousand?!" He Lin asked with a slight frown.

The milky white treasure light of the porcelain jar is almost the same as the night pearl before him, if this middle-aged woman really asks for 10,000 yuan, he doesn't bother to cut the price, just put it down!

"Hehe, little boss, my jar ......"

"Oh, who is this!"

While the middle-aged woman was speaking, a shrill cry rang out from not far away.

The voice was a little familiar, He Lin frowned slightly, and turned his head to look.

Seeing a short and thin figure standing not far from the sun, facing the sun, He Lin saw the man's facial features clearly at once.

It's none other than the old farmer who sold his father's fake Ru kiln!

The old peasant sneered at this time, and walked towards the stall with eight steps towards the stall.

He was almost beaten by He Lin before, and today in broad daylight, he still doesn't believe He Lin dares to do it?

As long as He Lin dares to beat, he dares to lie down!

"Hmph, do you still dare to come to the antique street?" He Lin asked with a cold gaze.

"Hehe, why don't I dare to come?" Who knew that the old farmer was fearless at the moment, and sat on the bench behind the stall: "Lao Tzu's daughter-in-law set up a stall, Lao Tzu can't come to see it?"

He Lin was stunned, he didn't expect that this old farmer and the middle-aged woman setting up the stall were actually two people!

"Master, do you know this kid?" the middle-aged woman asked curiously.

"Acquaintance!"

The old farmer smiled: "The young master of the dignified 'He Tong Baojian', who doesn't know in the antique street?"

"Oh, he's the eye-catching son you've been talking about these days?" said the middle-aged woman.

He Lin's eyes narrowed slightly, and he gritted his teeth in anger.

Listening to the tone of the middle-aged woman, the old farmer usually shows off his father's affairs in secret!

"Hey, that's him. ”

The old farmer smiled, and his eyes suddenly noticed the porcelain jar He Lin was holding in his hand: "Oh, Young Master He is so elegant today, and he came to my wife's stall to shop for goods?"

Wang Wei didn't know the old farmer, so he asked in a low voice: "Brother He, who is this old guy?"

"Partner with Jin Yuankun's fat man to fix my dad's guy!"

He Lin gritted his teeth and said.

He stared at the old farmer coldly, eager to kill him alive on the spot!

"Hey, what are you talking nonsense?"

The old peasant was not happy when he heard this, and sneered and said: "The surname is He, what do you mean by me fixing your father? It's your father's own eyesight that he can't tell the truth or the falsehood, and he can blame me!"

"Hmph, why don't you play with the eagle all his life, and in the end he was pecked blind by the eagle, which is also his own fault!"

The old farmer's eyes narrowed, and he said hesitantly: "Hehe, Lao Tzu didn't force him to buy anything!"

He shirked his responsibility cleanly in these words, and he didn't say a word about doing things with Jin Yuankun.

Just according to the old farmer's statement, it is true that this matter is different and too confident, so he accidentally hit the eye.

But He Lin knew that the origin of this matter was that Jin Yuankun was the first to do it with him, if it wasn't for the two of them intentionally, this thing would never have happened.

Although He Lin was angry at the moment, it was useless to say more, and he mentioned the porcelain jar in his hand: "Auntie, this porcelain jar is 10,000, right?

As he spoke, he took out his phone and prepared to pay.

"Oops, hey, wait!"

Who knew that the old farmer raised his arm and stopped: "Who told you that my porcelain jar is worth 10,000 yuan?"

He Lin frowned, and said coldly: "Just now, your wife compared a number by herself, do you still want to sit on the ground and start the price?"

The old farmer glanced at the middle-aged woman and smiled at He Lin: "Hehe, our husband and wife are honest people, and we never do anything to sit on the ground and raise prices!"

As he spoke, he turned his words around and raised a finger: "But my wife doesn't mean 10,000, 100,000!"

"This porcelain jar, the price I set is 100,000 pieces!"

"What?!"

As soon as the old farmer's words came out, not only He Lin and Wang Wei frowned, but even the middle-aged woman was stunned, obviously she didn't expect her old man to suddenly open his mouth.

"You want 100,000 yuan for this earth-breaking kiln jar?" Wang Wei looked disgusted, pointed to the porcelain jar and said, "Why don't you just grab it, so that the money will come faster!"

Who knew that the old farmer didn't laugh angrily: "Hehe, my jar was dug up from the ancestral house, so I will open this price, I don't want to buy it, I don't buy it!"

He has already decided that he will not do this deal today, as long as he can ridicule He Lin to vent his anger, his heart is enough!

"100,000 ......"

Although He Lin was angry with the old peasant scoundrel, after all, the things belonged to someone else, and it was useless to say more.

He naturally knew what the old farmer was thinking, so he simply gritted his teeth and said: "I won't talk nonsense with you, the price of your porcelain jar is too high for 100,000 yuan, and I will accept it at most 50,000 yuan, whether I sell it or not!"

After speaking, He Lin stood up.

If the old farmer did not agree, he immediately left.

The old farmer was obviously stunned, and said, "You, what did you just say?"

"This porcelain jar is 50,000 yuan, is it for sale?" He Lin repeated patiently.