Lin Haocang listened to it for a while, and felt a little bored. greeted Mo Yayu and prepared to continue shopping. "Huh!"

Lin Haocang was about to turn around when his eyes saw a clay pot placed in the corner of the stall, and he couldn't move his steps.

He seemed to feel that his chance to pick up the leak might have come!

"Let's go, don't look at it, the stall owner is too dark. Mo Yayu had a sense of justice, and when he saw Lin Haocang stop, he thought that he still wanted to see the excitement, so he pulled Lin Haocang by the hand.

"Wait, I saw something nice," Lin Haocang whispered, leaning forward again.

What Lin Haocang took a fancy to was a blackened flat-bottomed pottery jar, covered with dust and mud, on the surface, it was black, without other glaze colors, and the pulp didn't seem to be very obvious, a bit like an old thing.

"Boss, show me the black thing on the side. Lin Haocang squeezed to the side of the clay pot.

"Come and get it yourself, I've got all the treasures here. If you break it, you'll be counted?" the stall owner was a little impatient, didn't he see that he was talking about big business, what kind of trouble did this student come to make trouble?

Generally, the stalls of this antique are classified, real objects and things that are better imitated. They are all placed next to the stall owner, the grade is slightly lower on the periphery, and the worse ones belong to the disposal goods, which are generally piled together or placed in an inconspicuous corner.

This clay pot is supposed to be a processed product. Not to mention in the corner, there are a lot of knick-knacks piled up in front of you.

The stall owner is trying to make extra money, and he didn't pay attention to Lin Haocang at all, first, there are some worthless things, and secondly, he is a poor student!

It's a weekend, and many poor students like to come here and don't buy it after reading it.

He didn't have much money on him, and he didn't bother to take care of these people.

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After Lin Haocang took the jar in his hand, he carefully observed it, this is a pot-bellied and thin-mouthed pottery, about thirty centimeters high, the whole body is black and smooth, there is no decoration on it, it looks a bit like a rural pickled pickle jar, it is just one size smaller.

But as soon as Lin Haocang got his hands on this object, he was happy in his heart, this thing is not small in size, but the weight is extremely light, such a big Changzi, only one or two catties in weight, reached out and touched the inside of the jar, and felt very smooth, without a trace of tricky feeling, Lin Haocang also confirmed his guess.

"Haocang, why did you buy this thing? Take it home and pickle it in salt? Hey, it's so light? It's not made of iron sheets, right?"

Mo Yayu saw Lin Haocang holding the jar and looking left and right, stretched out his hand and grabbed the mouth of the jar and grabbed it, and knocked it with his hand, the jar made a golden and iron sound of "dangdang", which was not like porcelain.

"Alas, little girl, what you say is not right, what do I do with a tin jar when I have nothing to do, tell you, this is black pottery from the late Neolithic Age, a living antique......"

After hearing Mo Yayu's words, the stall owner who was arguing with the white men turned around and said a word very dissatisfied, and then picked up a bronze vessel and said: "The things on my stall are all good things, this friend, see that you are a connoisseur, look at this bronze, it is the candlestick used by the nobles to light the lamp in the Western Zhou Dynasty in the past, and it is a good thing to be a classic." ”

Lin Haocang smiled, took the pottery shoes that Mo Yayu grabbed in his hand and put them on the ground, took the bronze candlestick, and said, "This thing belongs to the Western Zhou Dynasty?"

This candlestick is about half a meter high, there is a four-legged stand below, and above it is a small lotus-shaped bowl held up by lotus leaves, which should be used for candles or lamp oil, and there are some carvings on the whole candlestick, covered with green patina, which looks like an old object.

Lin Haocang took it and looked at it, and hurriedly threw it back, as if his hands were stained with dirt.

"Hey, I said you, don't throw it away, this object is expensive, it is definitely from the Western Zhou Dynasty, no more than the Eastern Zhou Dynasty......" The stall owner was a little dissatisfied with Lin Haocang's actions, carefully put the candlestick in front of him, turned his face and talked to a few foreigners again.

"Haocang, this thing looks so old, it may really be from the Zhou Dynasty. Mo Yayu was about to take it over just now to take a look, but he didn't expect to be thrown back by Lin Haocang.

Lin Haocang showed a very strange look on his face, looked at Mo Yayu and said: "Western Zhou, he said that it was the era of dinosaurs, do you believe it?" Don't be stupid, last week's was almost ......."

"Those who have passed chemistry and physics in middle school know that those copper bowls are not produced in a day or two......"

Mo Yayu didn't believe Lin Haocang's words a little.

Lin Haocang said while rinsing his right hand with the mineral water in his hand, although he has a habit of cleanliness, but he feels a little disgusted by this old method, and said: "Who knows if his thing is put in the pit and soaked out?"

Mo Yayu was already stupid, looking at his hands in a daze.

Lin Haocang saw Mo Yayu's expression, laughed, and said, "When we were children, we liked to bury small pieces of iron in the soil for a month or two, and we could also have this effect. ”

"I'm sick to death, don't talk about it, let's go. Mo Ya punched Lin Haocang angrily, pulled his arm and squeezed out.

"Hey, don't worry, I still have something to buy. ”

Lin Haocang bent down and picked up the clay pot that he had just put at his feet again, this was indeed an old object.

At this time, the stall owner frowned and said, "Little brother, do you want to buy it or not? If you buy it, it will be 3,000 yuan! If you don't buy it, it will hinder my business!"

"I bought it!" Lin Haocang immediately gave the stall owner 3,000 yuan!

"Little brother is so bold, this black pottery from the Western Zhou Dynasty is yours now!" the stall owner happily took the money.

This broken pottery was bought for 100 yuan and sold for 3,000 yuan, 30 times the profit, it's just a big deal!

What a silly boy!

At this time, a passing aunt flashed: "Young man, can you show me?"

"Auntie, give!" said Lin Haocang and gave her the clay pot.

The aunt took a closer look and said, "You earned it, this is a very old pottery!"

After speaking, she wiped it vigorously with her hands inside the black pottery, and the thin walls of the fine mud suddenly became black and bright, and this pottery was extremely thin, a bit like eggshell porcelain, which was the characteristic of Longshan's fine black pottery.

"You've earned it, young man!"

"This is Longshan's fine black pottery!"

"Alas, I didn't expect you to come across such a treasure in this stall full of fakes!"

Black pottery is unglazed, so it looks a little dull without wiping, which may be one of the main reasons for the dust on this object.

The aunt hurriedly said, "I'll pay 300,000 yuan to buy it for you!"

In fact, this Longshan fine black pottery is estimated to be sold for more than 3 million at the auction!

Now 300,000 wins, stop loss has 10 times the profit!

The stall owner on the side looked at this scene dumbfounded, and muttered at the corner of his mouth: "300,000 ??? labor and management heard it right, right?"

"Damn!!"

Now he regrets his death in his heart!

At this time, Lin Haocang immediately said: "I'm sorry, auntie, I don't plan to sell it now!"

After speaking, he took Mo Yayu and left, leaving the stall owner and the aunt with a regretful face.