Meng Zitao tossed and turned for a long time, but he didn't make up his mind whether to sell the bloodstone or not. Similarly, he didn't think about buying two cars.

In the end, he simply didn't want to think about it, and said in his heart: "Let's talk about the car in a few days, maybe I will pick up a big leak in a few days?"

Thinking so, Meng Zitao slowly fell asleep.

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"What bad luck!"

Meng Zitao complained as he walked, all because the encounter just now almost scared him half to death.

Today has been a few days before the auction, since it is not a Sunday, Mencius waited until nearly eight o'clock before setting off for the antique street, and today on a whim, he did not ride a bicycle, but took a taxi.

Unexpectedly, when there were still a few minutes to reach the antique street, a person suddenly rushed out of the intersection and crossed the road, the driver braked sharply, and hit the direction again, and hit the guardrail in the middle of the road.

Fortunately, Meng Zitao was quick with his eyes, and as soon as he realized that something was wrong, he quickly climbed down to protect himself, so he was not injured. Just when he thought it was okay, suddenly a huge force hit him from behind the car, directly pushing the taxi out several meters away, and then stopped.

Meng Zitao almost didn't break his neck because he was unexpected, and he is still a little uncomfortable.

When he got out of the car, he realized that it was a cement truck that hit the taxi just now, but fortunately, the driver of the cement truck reacted quickly and dealt with it in time, otherwise, he would have to peel off his skin if he didn't die this time.

Because of the delay of the car accident, it was already more than nine o'clock when Meng Zitao went to the antique street. In fact, when this kind of thing happened, he originally planned to go home, but Cheng Qiheng called him and said that he had received a treasure yesterday and asked him to appreciate it. He wondered what kind of treasure it was, so he agreed.

"Brother, little brother!"

When Meng Zitao was about to walk to the antique street, he suddenly heard the entrance of the alley next to him as if shouting to him. He looked in the direction of the voice, and saw that the person who called him was a middle-aged man dressed like he had just come from the countryside, and the middle-aged man was standing at the mouth of the alley, waving to him.

After all, Meng Zitao has been in the antique street for more than four years, and he is also an old man, and the middle-aged man's appearance knows at a glance that he is not a good person, maybe he is still a "landmine".

Originally, Meng Zitao didn't want to deal with this person at all, but he thought that the first leak he picked up was obtained from this kind of person, and as the old saying goes, if you don't die in a catastrophe, you will have a blessing, maybe you really picked up a leak again?

So, Meng Zitao walked over and asked him pretending to be a little confused: "This old brother, do you have something to tell me?"

The middle-aged man asked him in a low voice, "This brother...... I...... I've got a good thing here, do you want it?"

When Meng Zitao heard this, he pretended to look at the middle-aged man with disgust, and asked him a little unceremoniously: "Just like you, what good things will there be?

After saying that, he made a gesture that he was leaving.

Of course, the middle-aged man refused to let Meng Zitao go easily, and even stopped him, begging: "Brother, don't go, is it a good thing, you take a look first, you can't suffer anyway, right?"

After speaking, the middle-aged man took out a round jar-shaped thing from his arms and prepared to hand it to Meng Zitao.

Seeing this situation, Meng Zitao was also a little curious, you must know that it is now September, the weather is still hot, such a jar with a diameter of more than ten centimeters, I don't know how he put it in his clothes inconspicuously, could it be that this guy will do tricks?

Meng Zitao pressed the doubts in his heart, looked at the past, and found that the thing in the middle-aged man's hand turned out to be a blue and white cricket jar.

Originally, Meng Zitao had already had a plan to leave immediately, because when he came over, he saw a trace of cunning in the eyes of the middle-aged man. Seeing this, he felt in his heart that this middle-aged man was probably a liar who "planted landmines", and in this case, it was impossible for the other party to take out a genuine product.

But now, Meng Zitao doesn't plan to leave, because the blue and white hair color on this jar is dark and bright, deep into the fetal bone, and there seem to be iron spots on the surface, and this green material is the typical Su Ma Li blue hair color. In that case, he had to see it clearly.

"Be careful!"

Meng Zitao's heart kept telling himself, because judging from the scene in front of him, the possibility of encountering a "landmine" is very high, although this thing may be an antique, but it may also be an imitation, so you must be careful.

"Yes, it's probably an imitation, if it's true, such a blue and white cricket jar can't be more than a million, this guy can't be so stupid, take a real product as a 'landmine', right?"

Having said that, Meng Zitao still felt that he had to take a look at things, otherwise he would always feel a little uneasy.

So, he pretended to say: "This old man, I don't think you know the rules of the antique trade at all! As for me, although I have not studied for a long time, I can still point you out, such fragile things as porcelain cannot be handed over directly from the seller's hand to the buyer's hand." ”

"Otherwise, if it is accidentally broken, who is responsible? So, at this time, you have to put things aside first. ”

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment on the surface, but he sneered in his heart, and then he said a little stupidly: "Oh, brother, you mean, I have to put this jar aside so that you can take it, but which side is this side?"

Sample, pretending to be quite like that, Mencius saw this situation, he felt a little slanderous in his heart, if he was a novice, seeing his silly appearance, he might really think that he was an honest rural person.

So Meng Zitao showed a speechless look, and said in a somewhat bad tone: "I said why are you so stupid, on the other hand, it's not real, you just put the things in your hands on the ground." ”

When the middle-aged man heard him say this, he made a look of sudden realization, put the blue and white cricket jar on the ground, and muttered in his mouth: "The people in the city are troublesome, just say that you can't put it on the ground." ”

Meng Zitao picked up the blue and white jar and looked at it, and said in his heart: "Hey, this guy can't have also learned acting, he pretends to be really similar enough, and it is entirely possible to win the Oscar for this acting skill." There is also this blue and white cricket jar, I don't know where I got it, but it is so realistic, it is completely a masterpiece in the old imitation. ”

However, as time went by, Meng Zitao became more and more shocked in his heart, because this thing, no matter how you look at it, it looks like a real thing.

Among the cricket jars of all dynasties in our country, the blue and white cricket jars fired by the imperial kiln factory of the porcelain capital during the Xuande period of the Ming Dynasty are the most prestigious. Emperor Xuande likes to fight crickets, and those who are good will be very bad at the bottom, so the wind of playing insects between the court and the opposition is flourishing.

In order to meet the needs of the court to raise crickets, Emperor Xuande ordered the imperial kiln factory to burn a large number of cricket jars. During the Xuande period, the porcelain industry of the porcelain capital developed unprecedentedly, and the cricket jars fired by the imperial kiln factory were excellent in craftsmanship and novel and diverse in ornamentation, so they became a generation of famous products.

The cricket jar is embroidered pier-shaped, and the fetus is exposed, and the flint red line can be seen at the junction of the tire glaze. The carcass of the utensils is thick and heavy, the glaze layer is thick, and the white is blue, which is completely the characteristics of Xuande utensils.

The lid and near the bottom of the can are decorated with a circle of drum nails, and the plum blossom pattern is embellished with it. The top and the outer wall are painted with pine, bamboo, plum, and cold three friends pattern, the painting is delicate and vivid, sparse and dense, showing the excellence of the craftsman's painting.

The bottom double coil book "Ming Xuande Year" six-character italic paragraph, the thickness of the strokes is moderate, the color is uneven, and the penmanship is strong and powerful.

Moreover, the frame circle and the word look hazy, the double circle is bounded by the beginning and end of the strokes, and the blue and white brushstrokes have traces of colored heavy lines. If the six-character double line in the circle is divided by the center line up and down, the four characters of Daming Denian are squeezed in the upper half compared with the two words of Xuan, and the blank space in the circle is more than the upper half under the handwriting, which seems to be compact and stretched down.

This situation is completely consistent with the Xuande blue and white style mentioned in the book, and Meng Zitao thinks that no matter how powerful he imitates, he shouldn't be able to imitate such an effect, right?

At this time, Meng Zitao couldn't calm down anymore, and hurriedly used his ability, and the result given by the ability made his heart beat even more, and he almost shouted, this Xuande blue and white cricket jar is actually a genuine product!

The first thought in his mind was, how is this possible? He can't be dreaming, right? Didn't he encounter a "landmine", this person really sent a treasure?

Because he was too surprised, Meng Zitao showed a look of shock on his face, but fortunately, the middle-aged man thought that Meng Zitao was moved, and he did not doubt it, and there was a burst of ecstasy in his heart, it seemed that this guy had taken the bait.

At this time, Meng Zitao raised his head, but found that the ecstasy in the middle-aged man's eyes flashed, which made him wonder in his heart, could it be that he met a liar who "planted mines", but this guy sold the real one as a fake?

But how is this possible? You have to say something else or it is possible, but this blue and white cricket jar is so wonderful, it is completely a masterpiece of Xuande blue and white cricket jars, how can it be regarded as a fake?

Could it be because this guy thinks the thing is too good to be genuine? Or is it because the person in front of him doesn't know how to be an antique at all? Or is there something wrong with it!

"No, you must be cautious in this situation, and we will probe this person first. ”

Thinking of this, Meng Zitao pretended to be a little happy and said, "This old brother, I don't know how you got this thing, can you tell me about it?"

"It's done!"

The middle-aged man laughed in his heart, and then, he told Meng Zitao the story of his family with tears in his eyes.

The middle-aged man said that his family used to be an official family, but it declined in the late Qing Dynasty, and now it has become a broken house, and the family is surrounded by walls, and only this thing in the hands of Meng Zitao remains.

Originally, he was going to pass on things as family heirlooms, but some time ago, his old father died, his old mother was seriously ill under sadness, and the two children in the family still had to pay tuition, so he had no choice but to sell things for some money.

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