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Hey, this luck is against the sky, a deception to the shopkeeper really worked!

However, at this time, I have to talk about the rhythm a little more, "I'm really sorry, I wanted to call you early in the morning, but today I was a little delayed." Well, it's too late today, so I'll go over tomorrow, okay?"

"Well, see you soon. The rickety man hung up the phone and felt a little relieved.

Regarding this matter, Sun Zhongyuan has nothing to do in his heart, the shopkeeper is playing with a donkey, and the rickety man uses the Buddha statue to cheat money, picking up their cheap and feeling at ease.

Now that he has set off, Sun Zhongyuan went to Panjiayuan again.

Because of the delay in Baoguo Temple, when I arrived at Panjiayuan, the most lively time in the stall area had passed, and there were not so many people.

It is best to go early to visit the stalls, especially if the stall area is only open once a week. The things that have just been collected are put out in the morning, and there are many people who pass by. If it's late, it may be gone.

Sun Zhongyuan walked around the stall area for half an hour, but he didn't find anything agreeable. In these years, there is no comparison with the early years, and it is indeed not easy to meet the good things of the Eight Classics.

I can't see good things, and people are easy to get tired, so Sun Zhongyuan walked to a corner stall and lit a cigarette.

The stall owner of this stall was a middle-aged man who was still a little handsome, he picked up a mazha from his side and shouted at Sun Zhongyuan, "Come here, sit down and rest for a while!"

Sun Zhongyuan saw that Ma Zha handed it over, so he simply took it, sat down in front of the stall, and looked at it with a cigarette.

On this stall, there are a few old things, but there are nothing good, Sun Zhongyuan is not very interested, "Is there anything good?"

"It's a tall eye!" the stall owner smiled, "it's nothing." ”

Sun Zhongyuan nodded and didn't say anything more.

"By the way, I still have an old flask here, but you young people may not be interested. The stall owner suddenly remembered, opened the suitcase next to him, and took out a very old-looking wooden box from inside.

This wooden box is pear wood, which is more delicate and looks very heavy. Moreover, it is indeed an old wooden box, which seems to be able to reach the middle of the Qing Dynasty.

Looking at this wooden box, Sun Zhongyuan became a little interested, "The wine vessel and the box are a set?"

"Yes, what I received together is indeed an old thing. The stall owner said, opening the box.

The flask in the box is of pewter.

People who don't drink don't know that it's really good to use tin as a flask.

The Chinese tin wine pot probably began to be popularized in the early Ming Dynasty. This metal was not cheap in ancient times, and the manufacturing process had to be relatively sophisticated. There is an old saying that a carpenter does three days, not a blacksmith for a day, and a blacksmith does one day, it is better for a tinsmith to smoke.

Tin ware holds wine, and it is said that it is more pure and beautiful because of the ion effect. In addition, the effect of tin warm wine is very good, put it in hot water, and it will warm up quickly.

However, this tin pot is very ordinary, the shape is an ordinary round wine pot shape, and the craftsmanship is not considered high-quality, it can only be said to be decent. The body of the pot has a cornucopia ornament, which is slightly vulgar, and it is thought to be a folk wine vessel.

"This is an old tin pot from the Qing Dynasty. The stall owner introduced.

Sun Zhongyuan politely took it and looked at it, it should be the same age as the pear wood box, probably something before and after the Jiaqing Dynasty.

For an antique, in addition to the vintage, the most important thing is the craftsmanship, that is, the artistry. It is also a tin pot, if it is made by a famous artist, such as the "yellow tin" of the famous tin maker Huang Shang in the Wanli period, the value will be high.

However, such an ordinary folk tin wine pot in the middle of the Qing Dynasty is a matter of several thousand yuan.

"What, do you like it?" the stall owner asked when he saw Sun Zhongyuan put down the flask.

Sun Zhongyuan pondered for a moment, and then looked at the pear wood box again.

As a result, after staring at it for a while, he suddenly found that a small piece of silver light suddenly floated at the bottom of the pear wood box!

The pear wood box, brown and silvery, was clearly hiding something inside.

The pewter is also silvery-white, could it be that there is also a pewter hidden at the bottom of the box?

However, the shape of this treasure light seems to be the shape of a brand, and I have never heard of a brand made of tin.

"How much is the minimum?" Sun Zhongyuan handed the stall owner a cigarette.

"This thing is an old box and an old wine jug, one set comes, one set sells, it's all like this, I won't lie, you really want it, give it six thousand!" the stall owner stretched out his thumb and little finger, made a gesture and shook it.

This price is indeed not too high, and the stall owner may also see that Sun Zhongyuan does not want it very much.

"Three thousand!" Sun Zhongyuan replied with a fixed price and made a discount.

The stall owner shook his head, "I see you, I don't like it very much, forget it if you can't!"

This is the first time Sun Zhongyuan has seen the stall owner actually take the initiative to close his mouth. Doing business, asking for a price all over the sky, sitting on the ground to pay back, even if the return price is low, the stall owner will not be annoyed, and they will continue to talk.

Moreover, Sun Zhongyuan is not cut to death.

Of course, the stall owner was not annoyed, he said relatively calmly, he saw that Sun Zhongyuan was silent, and continued, "Antiques, I don't like to buy this thing, it's boring, I make less money, you may not be happy, this business is a little awkward." ”

Sun Zhongyuan laughed, "Brother, you are really exquisite." That's it, since you said to make money, then five thousand eight, a lottery. ”

The stall owner was stunned, he thought that if he said this, Sun Zhongyuan might not want it, but he didn't expect it to be really wanted! Talking about two hundred yuan, it means something, if you want to insist on it or six thousand, it is estimated that he can agree to the next bite.

"Okay, five thousand eight sounds good, take it!" replied the stall owner.

The payment was cleared, and Sun Zhongyuan left with a bag containing a box and a tin pot.

This time, he was familiar with the road, and he went to the southerner-owned wood shop in the market, and he had to find someone to open the pear wood box and see what was inside.

The southern boss recognized Sun Zhongyuan, "Mr. is here again?"

Sun Zhongyuan was not verbose, and took out the pear wood box, "It's still ancestral, and there are things hidden in it." ”

The boss of the south secretly said in his heart, okay, your ancestors love to hide things in the wood so much!

Last time, it was the piece of rosewood paperweight that the master opened and took out an ink ingot. This time, it's a pear wood box, and I don't know what I can take out! What happened to your ancestors who were carpenters? Not only do you hide things, but the work is quite fine!

Thinking about it, business can't be left undone, the master quickly stepped forward, Sun Zhongyuan pointed to the bottom of the box, and said the approximate location.

After some research, the master found that at the bottom of the box, there were two layers of tightly fitting wooden boards, and a groove should have been dug out in the middle, and a brand-shaped thing was sandwiched.