The vendor doesn't care if it's vulgar or not, he sells antiques, of course, he only wants things to be sold, and he really doesn't care about the identity of the person who buys his things. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

The stalls here are mobile, and the hawkers who come here to set up stalls will not stay in one place for a long time.

The stalls here are rented on a week-by-week basis, and when the lease period is up, the things are almost sold, and then they go to other places to resell them, and collect some old things in the local area.

This young stall owner is not a local, he is a bad man, every month to the antique distribution center to collect some things that he can see, sometimes he also collects older things, and then takes them back to the antique street to sell.

The black clay pot in Huo Sining's hand was collected from an old man in the countryside for ten yuan some time ago.

At that time, the farmer used this jar to feed water and dog food, and he saw that it looked like an old thing, so he gave ten yuan to collect it.

However, the jar was so ugly that no one wanted to buy it after he had been sitting in his stall for days, so he put it on the back burner in the pile of processed goods.

"I'll ask for fifty dollars. ”

Huo Sining could also guess how the things in the hands of these vendors came from, so the price was really ruthless, and the two zeros were directly removed.

She also pretended to be like a tourist who had never seen the world in other places, and looked extremely reluctant, as if the jar she bought back was really used to hold pickles.

When the stall owner heard Huo Sining's words, his face changed, and he made a sad look:

"Girl, this is a big fence, where can you buy an antique jar for the price of 50 yuan? When I collected this thing, it cost 400 yuan, which is considered freight, why do you have to give me a real price? 500 yuan, you can take it if you want, don't pull it down!"

Huo Sining's face showed a hint of a smile, and without saying a word, he took out five hundred yuan from his bag and slapped it into the vendor's hand, and turned around and left without looking back while holding the can.

The vendor knows the ins and outs of doing business and understands the psychology of his customers very well.

The five-dollar thing was sold for five hundred yuan, and he was originally proud, but when he saw Huo Sining's face with a triumphant smile, his expression suddenly froze, and he shouted in his heart.

This woman is clearly pretending to be a pig and eating a tiger!

But the thing had already been sold, and it was too late for him to regret it.

Thinking that the jar was originally used to feed the dog, and the woman said that she wanted to use it for pickles, he couldn't help but take a sip and cursed secretly: His grandmother is a bear, you don't dislike the things used by dogs, beware of rabies!

This is the authentic sour grape mentality, this peddler doesn't know that the thing he can't look at at all is actually a thousand-year-old object, otherwise he wouldn't be so gloating like this at this time, but would rush up and fight with Huo Sining.

After walking around that corner, he could no longer see the stall and the vendor, and Huo Sining couldn't help but laugh.

The people around looked sideways, and Qibao and Liu Pengcheng, who had been following beside them, also looked at Huo Sining with inexplicable expressions, not understanding what she was laughing at.

"Huo Xuemei, what are you smirking at?What is this jar you bought, happy like this?"

Huo Sining had a sense of mystery on his face, but he didn't say anything, which made Liu Pengcheng's heart feel like being scratched by a cat's paws.

However, Su Anning looked at the jar in Huo Sining's hand thoughtfully, because after Huo Sining insisted on buying the jar, she felt that something was wrong with the jar.

I hadn't noticed it in that stall before, but now the jar was illuminated by the sun's rays, and at this time, Su Anning found that there was a faint purple halo around the black jar.

Seeing this scene, a look of surprise flashed in Su Anning's eyes.

"Ning Ning, this jar, shouldn't it be purple pottery?"

Huo Sining looked at Su Anning unexpectedly, purple pottery can be said to be a very rare thing, usually few people will notice these, I didn't expect Su Anning to know that this little girl is really unseemly.

Purple pottery is a product of Longshan culture in the two Jin dynasties, its production process is more delicate and sophisticated than the original painted pottery, and its delicate and unique workmanship has reached an artistic level comparable to that of porcelain.

Because the survival of purple pottery is extremely rare, the value of genuine purple pottery is more precious than a set of luminous cups.

Purple pottery is actually not famous in the history of antiques, and its status has not been recognized by archaeological collectors until the early years when archaeologists found thousands of years of rare purple pottery high-handled hollow eggshell cups at the old cultural sites of Rizhao in Shandong.

The cup is a shiny deep purple, unglazed and hard, with a wall thickness of only five millimeters and a weight of only 60 grams.

Because of this cup, so that the purple pottery has become a typical representative of the pottery civilization of the two Jin Dynasty, its simple texture and simple shape, highlighting a kind of back to the essence of the ultimate beauty, in the history of Chinese ceramic arts and crafts occupies an important position, by the world archaeological community called "the most perfect art of the earth's millennium civilization".

Although the essence of the purple pottery that Huo Sining found was hidden by the fog concealment method, Huo Sining was sure that its exquisiteness would not be worse than that hollow eggshell cup.

The amount of purple pottery in the world is very rare, especially the thin tire boutique, which is extremely rare.

The pottery was covered in a layer of black grease, and Huo Sining was not sure what the jar was for, and if it was a one-of-a-kind piece, then its value would be incalculable.

Liu Pengcheng didn't know much about antiques, and when he heard Su Anning talk about purple pottery, he was surprised.

Because he had more or less heard some rumors about purple pottery, and learned that the black thing in Huo Sining's hand turned out to be the legendary purple pottery, he couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"This jar can't really be purple pottery, right?How much can it sell for?" Seeing that Huo Sining only smiled, neither admitting nor denying it, Su Anning suddenly strengthened the conjecture in his heart.

She wasn't very interested in the origin of this purple pottery, but she wanted to know more about how much this thing Huo Sining bought for five hundred yuan was worth.

Huo Sining glanced around a few times, then pretended to smile mysteriously and said:

"If you sell it privately, of course, the price will be much lower, but if you take it to the auction house, the lowest price of this jar will be five million, and it is difficult to say how much it can be sold. (To be continued.) )