Meng Zitao said: "One is to let them line up and come one by one, and the other is that I am short of time, and I can only deal with the money together, so I have to trouble you to help distribute it when the time comes, and make it clear to them, if anyone disagrees with this proposal, then forget it." ”

Cheng Dewang agreed: "It's all a trivial matter, then you go to breakfast first, and I'll arrange it for you immediately." ”

"Okay, then I'll bother you......"

By the time Meng Zitao had breakfast, Cheng Dewang had already arranged it, and put a table directly at the door, and the villagers lined up at the table one by one.

Seeing Meng Zitao coming over, the villagers immediately came to their senses and started to discuss, Cheng Dewang shouted a few times quietly, and his voice was a little quieter.

Meng Zitao sat down, and motioned to the villagers who were in the first place to come up, and the villagers walked forward happily and excitedly, first said hello to Meng Zitao, and then took out a dozen copper coins from their pockets and put them on the table.

Meng Zitao picked it up and looked at it, they were all very ordinary copper coins in the Qing Dynasty, but they also had a little collection value, so he said: "These copper coins, I will count you as thirty yuan, right?"

The villagers were slightly stunned, and immediately grinned and applauded.

After letting the army register, Meng Zitao asked the next villager to come up, only to see that he also took out a dozen copper coins, and after Meng Zitao read it, he gave fifty yuan.

Hearing this price, the villager just now was not happy: "Everyone is copper coins, and my new, his is still older than mine, why is he more than mine by twenty?"

Mencius explained: "In ancient times, there were many emperors, and each emperor had different copper coins, and the value of these copper coins was high and low. For example, your copper coin is not the same as this big brother's copper coin......"

Meng Zitao explained in detail, and then said loudly to everyone: "Big brothers, sisters-in-law, uncles and aunts. The antiques industry is vast and profound, and I can't guarantee that I'm right. But I'll do my best to identify it anyway. ”

"It's normal that people aren't happy with the results I gave. It's just that I have limited time and can't explain everything in detail, so if you have any questions, you can take things back and ask other experts to appraise them, thank you for your support. ”

Cheng Dewang hurriedly took over and said: "Boss Meng is right, if everyone doesn't believe him, then there is no need to bring things over." Save everyone's time. ”

Everyone agreed with this statement, and the appraisal continued.

As mentioned earlier, the village was so poor that there had never been even a rich landlord before because of the lack of land and drought.

In this case, except for some special reasons, no one buys any high-end art, and of course there are no high-quality antiques.

So, I looked at the things brought by more than a dozen villagers. Most of them are copper coins, and the rest are just some bottles and cans, which are not worth much.

Meng Zitao picked up a clay pot and looked at it, and said, "Uncle." This clay pot of yours should be from the Han Dynasty. ”

"What is it?" the old man looked a little confused.

"The Han Dynasty is probably more than a thousand years away from the present, nearly two thousand years away. Meng Zitao explained.

The old man's eyes lit up: "Ah." It's been so long! Does that mean it's valuable?"

Meng Zitao shook his head: "There are many such things on the market. And you see that there is no decoration on the surface, just a very ordinary clay pot. It's worth two hundred dollars. ”

"It's only worth two hundred?" the old man was a little stunned, obviously not quite convinced by the price.

When Meng Zitao saw the old man's appearance, he said in his heart that he was really kind and didn't repay it. This kind of clay pot, he can buy as much as he wants for two hundred yuan, the reason why he paid this price is just that he thinks the old man looks more pitiful, so he just helps him bring it, but he didn't expect the other party to appreciate it.

But after thinking about it, he felt that he was thinking too much, and the other party didn't have much knowledge of antiques, so it was normal for him to think that the longer the time, the more expensive it was.

So, he said, "Yes, if you think the price is too low, you can take it somewhere else." ”

The old man said: "I am so old, how can I have the strength to look at others again, besides, I don't know who can see such things, and I don't know if I have been deceived." You're good to go, add a little more. ”

A few hundred yuan doesn't matter to Meng Zitao at all, but not to mention that the current price is already the limit of the market, if he adds money, then the people behind him also ask for it, does he add it, or doesn't add it?

Just as he was about to refuse, looking at the expectation in the old man's eyes, Meng Zitao's heart softened, of course, in order to avoid the situation mentioned above, he was ready to give the old man an extra one or two hundred yuan in private.

"Uncle, I'm really sorry, this price is not low, you can't let me do a loss-making business, right?"

When the old man heard this, he frowned, picked up his things and prepared to go out, and said as he walked: "What, it's still the boss, if you pick the door like this, don't you have a few stinky money, what's the big deal!"

When these words reached Meng Zitao's ears, he was suddenly a little depressed, this is really a good intention, even if he doesn't understand, he just said that if he is not satisfied with the price, he can find someone else to appraise it, so why say such a thing.

Cheng Dewang next to him reprimanded: "Hey, I said Lao Yutou, what do you mean by this, does Boss Meng have to agree to your request?"

The old man turned his head and said angrily: "I just want him to add a few hundred yuan more, he is a boss, and he can't afford this money?"

Cheng Dewang laughed and said: "You old man really don't know what to do, and Boss Meng's money is not blown by the wind, why do you want a few hundred more?

"Who knows if you are in a mess!" the old man snorted coldly, muttering and turning away.

"Hey, this old man!" Cheng Dewang was angry and funny when he heard the words, but he was not as knowledgeable as a seventy or eighty-year-old man, shook his head, and said sorry to Meng Zitao.

Meng Zitao said that it doesn't matter, there are more people from all walks of life in the antique market, and there are many people who are more angry than the elderly. If he really wants to be angry at everything, he must not be angry to death.

"That's fine. Save yourself a few hundred bucks. ”

Meng Zitao laughed at himself and let the next one come up.

I saw a middle-aged villager. Holding a huge wooden tea tray in his hand, the shape of the tea tray was a little strange, but it made Meng Zitao's eyes light up, if he was not mistaken, this should be a gall wood tea tray.

Also known as shadow wood, gallwood is not synonymous with a certain type of tree, but refers to all trees with scars. Scarring, also known as "gall knots", grow on the waist or roots of trees and are the result of a diseased growth of trees. It is a natural morbid beauty.

Because of the variety of patterns of gall wood, some of which can produce very beautiful patterns, it is for this reason that I don't know when it began, and it has been passed down to make various furniture and study utensils.

Generally speaking, galls are large and small, with the small ones mostly appearing on the body of the tree, and the large ones growing at the roots of the tree. But anyway. A tree is so big, which also makes the gall wood products not too large, and because the wood pattern is naturally generated, it is rare to see particularly exquisite ones. Of course, some of the masterpieces that have been handed down are rare.

Just like the tea tray in front of you, it is a masterpiece, and the whole tea tray is like a lotus leaf. The whole vessel is only slightly polished, and does not affect its natural appearance. I saw that its leaf veins were clear, and there was no wind as if there was wind. There is movement in stillness, and there is stillness in movement, which can be described as a masterpiece of nature.

Moreover, this tea tray is nearly one meter long and fifty or sixty centimeters wide, such a huge gall wood is rare on weekdays, and it has such a pattern, which is quite cherished.

"Boss Meng, when did this thing come about?"

Meng Zitao said with a smile: "This is the Nanmu gall tea tray in the late Qing Dynasty, more than a hundred years ago. ”

"It's only been more than 100 years!" The middle-aged villager looked very disappointed, thinking, the 2,000-year-old clay pot in front of him is only worth 200, and his wooden tea tray of more than 100 years can be worth a few dollars!

Meng Zitao said with a smile: "Antiques are not worth less than the age, the key is to see whether the thing is precious or not, and your gall wood tea tray is a treasure." ”

When the middle-aged villager heard the word "treasure", he became a little excited, and hurriedly asked, "Boss Meng, how much can this thing be worth me?"

Meng Zitao looked at the villagers in front of him who were full of curiosity, and asked the middle-aged villagers to pick up the tea tray and walk to the side together.

As soon as everyone saw this posture, they all understood what was going on, and while they were talking, they all pricked up their ears, wanting to hear the words from Meng Zitao's side.

Meng Zitao looked at the middle-aged villager who was slightly nervous, and said: "Your Nanmu gall tea tray is indeed relatively rare, it should not be for ordinary people at that time, and the current market value should be between three or four hundred thousand." ”

Meng Zitao had never seen such a gall tea tray before, but now because of his outstanding memory, he compared the market in the auction market in the past and gave such a price.

The middle-aged villagers already felt that they were prepared, but they didn't expect the price given by Meng Zitao to be much beyond their expectations, and they couldn't help but exclaim: "Can it be worth three or four hundred thousand?!"

Because the sound was too loud, all the villagers at the door, except for those who had ear problems, heard it, and now it was quiet at first, half loud, and then there was a "boom", and the atmosphere was suddenly ignited.

Seeing this, Meng Zitao was very speechless, he was originally worried about the price, so he took the owner farther away, but he didn't expect to do useless work in the end.

The middle-aged villager also reacted, knowing that he had caused trouble for himself, but he didn't have the heart to care about it now, and asked in a trembling voice, "Boss Meng, is this thing really worth so much money?"

Meng Zitao smiled: "Yes, if you don't believe me, you can sell me the tea tray, or ask someone else." ”

"No, no, I'll sell you what you want. ”

The middle-aged villager shook his hand, he was not as stupid as the old man just now, you know, the copper coins that some people took out just now only gave a few yuan when they came back to collect old goods, compared to Mencius, who was much more kind.

"Yes, I don't know what your psychological price is?" Because of what happened just now, Meng Zitao doesn't want to make any more extraneous things now, so it's better to let the other party bid first.

The middle-aged villager thought about it, and finally said, "Even if it's 380,000, what do you think?"

Meng Zitao smiled and said, "Aren't you afraid that what I just said is not the market price?"

The middle-aged villager smiled: "Actually, I was already very happy even if you gave me 10,000 yuan just now, I believe you should be able to see this, in this case, why don't I believe you?"

"Okay, that's 380,000. ”

Meng Zitao smiled and nodded, he couldn't talk about losing or taking advantage of this price, and then asked: "I would like to ask again, what is the origin of this tea tray?"

The middle-aged villager said: "I really don't know the specific origin, I heard my grandfather say that when he was young, when he went outside, he got it back, what happened, because he has passed away, and there is no way to know." ”

Meng Zitao said: "Thank you, how do you want to trade, if you want to transfer, you have a bank card number, I can transfer it to you immediately, or after a while, when the matter is dealt with, you go to the bank with me to transfer money." ”

The middle-aged villager originally wanted to give Meng Zitao a bank account number, but when he saw the villager at the door next to him, he suddenly changed his mind and said, "I'll go to the bank with you to transfer money." ”

"No problem......"

Although the deal has not really been made yet, the middle-aged villager still handed over the tea tray to Meng Zitao first, and Meng Zitao also understood his thoughts a little, and then walked back together.

Meng Zitao started the appraisal again, and the middle-aged villagers were surrounded by a group of people, asking about the situation of the tea tray, and everyone was most concerned about whether the tea tray was really worth three or four hundred thousand.

This annoyed the middle-aged man, but everyone is from the same village, and some people are still related to each other, so they can only answer perfunctorily, and complain in their hearts that they were too uncalm just now, if there was no such sound, there would be no such trouble.

When everyone heard that the tea tray was indeed worth so much money, they were all amazed, and then began to express their opinions.

Some people say that there is a problem with Mencius's brain, and a tea tray is so valuable; some people wonder if Meng Zitao is telling the truth, perhaps the real value of the tea tray is more than that; and a few simply ask the middle-aged villagers to borrow money.

After a perfunctory answer, the middle-aged villager hurriedly ran back.

Running home in one breath, the wife, who was doing the work at home, looked at her husband's empty hands, and asked in surprise: "Zhengshan, is the tea tray really sold?"

Cheng Zhengshan nodded, and said, "You pack up your things and tell Xiaoyou to go to the town first." ”

"What are you doing?" Cheng Zhengshan's wife's request to her husband seemed very strange.

At this time, I heard a voice coming in from outside the door: "Zhengshan, I heard that you sold a tea tray for three or four hundred thousand?"

As he spoke, a middle-aged man with a pockmarked face walked in from outside the door...... (To be continued.) )

PS: Thanks to "Ning Xiaofan" for the tip