Chapter 444 Old Goods

Sure enough, the man asked him for five dollars, saying that the jar was old.

At that time, the people who sold the scrap at home made fun of him: "Lao Bei, your jar is used for pickling, right? Even if it is an antique, it is a broken antique, and it is worthless." ”

The man blushed a little, because, others were right, this jar was indeed used to pickle acid at home, and he also had no money at home, and when he saw a child coming to collect old things, he wanted to sell them for a few bucks by pretending to be an antique.

"Hmph, even if this one is broken, I still have good ones at home. ”

It's just that his words fell, and another man laughed at him: "Don't dig those jars that no one else wants, right? Hmph, you can buy a good jar for a few cents, and only you Lao Bei can use those jars." The ashes are not left behind, and they are ugly to death. ”

“……”

The middle-aged man, Old Bey, was speechless.

Because, others are right, a lot of jars were dug up in the back mountains, and few of those good ones were robbed as soon as they were discovered.

The remaining ones are either left or right, or cracked, others don't want to look ugly, but he chose some good ones and pulled them back, pickled and sourled at home, and filled with millet and beans at home, all of which are made of these jars.

Ashin found clay gray pottery, with a diameter of more than 10 centimeters and a height of more than 30 centimeters. Open-mouthed, flat-brimmed, square-lipped, short-necked, broad-shouldered, round-bellied, small flat-bottomed. The lower part of the abdomen is decorated with irregular horizontal and vertical rope patterns.

He looked a bit like an antique.

But even if it is an antique, it is only worth it if it is complete, and this broken jar should not be worth much.

Therefore, he pulled the man, and the man was also spiritual, and he was guarding by him.

Ashin and Ah Biao said that they were scrapped, and the other gave money, and after a while, the scrap that everyone came to sell was disposed of.

After everyone had left, Ashin asked the man who had broken the jars, "How many of these jars do you have in your house?"

The man hesitated for a moment before he said, "There are ** jars, but-" He looked at Ashin: "Those are all good, some are quite beautiful, I want to sell them for three yuan a piece, do you really want them?"

Ashin nodded: "Of course it's true." ”

The man said, "Come at this time tomorrow, and I will sell it to you." Today's this, although it is a little notched, is also an antique, you can give me two dollars. ”

Ashin gave the man two pieces of silver, and then took the jar and left.

After returning to the small courtyard in the north of the city, he thought about it and felt that he was a little unstable, so he immediately rushed to Shen Qi's courtyard to find Mengyu.

"Did you bring that jar?" asked Mengyu.

"Well, I didn't dare to bring it in, so I put it outside the yard. ”

Mengyu was anxious: "You're not afraid of others taking it away?"

Ashin didn't care: "Don't be afraid, who will take such a broken jar?"

When Ashin came in again with a slightly crooked jar, Xiao Tao shouted: "Master, quickly accept that jar, that is really an antique." Moreover, there is no evil spirit, and it is not a burial object. ”

Mengyu's heart moved, if it is a burial object, although it can be purified, but after all, after erosion, it is not as good as clean.

When she heard that this jar was not a burial object, she was immediately excited.

"Okay, I'll go down with you right away. ”

She intuitively felt that there should be an ancient kiln for burning jars near the mountain behind the village, and these burned-out waste products were transported here and discarded.

Those things may not be great to others, but they are precious to her.