These stalls are either sold in the market by going to the countryside to collect goods, or the player disposes of some superfluous things to use to hide and stave. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

"There are more and more people, and they look separately. Sun Zhongyuan said. They only visited about half of the stalls, but they couldn't take a closer look at them all.

Huo Xiaodong nodded, and went to a stall owner in his thirties, this stall has a lot of large items.

Sun Zhongyuan squatted down in front of a stall owner in his fifties. On this stall, there are mainly old goods and miscellaneous items, such as old copper locks, coins, and some old handle pots, tea bowls and so on.

There weren't many people, only three or two people watching, but it could be seen that there was not much interest in buying. Such a stall is not as attractive as a bunch of high-imitation fakes for beginners.

When the stall owner saw Sun Zhongyuan squatting down, he said with a smile, "Laxiang has been in the township for a few days, and the stall has just been put out today, and it hasn't opened yet. ”

The word "Laxiang" is the local dialect of Dongshan Province, which basically means to collect things in the countryside, but it often refers to a large range, a high frequency, and a lot of things. And those who also live in the countryside but often go to the countryside to collect things are often called "old households".

This stall owner looks like an old household.

Sun Zhongyuan handed over a cigarette, "What do you call it?"

"My surname is Jin, so it's better to call me Lao Jin. ”

Sun Zhongyuan thought to himself, these few people he knew when he arrived in Nancheng, first Lao Sui, then Lao Chang, and this one called him Lao Jin. But also, his age is young, and he is indeed old.

Sun Zhongyuan took a closer look at the old gold stall, there are indeed no good things, there are two pieces of jade from the Qing Dynasty, but the work is average, and the jade quality is very poor.

Taking a puff of cigarette, Sun Zhongyuan smiled and said, "Lao Jin, are there any good things?"

Lao Jin smoked Sun Zhongyuan's cigarette and already had a good impression of him. Listening to this, this guy seems to understand the routine, some things, when the stall is first opened, will not be taken out easily, you have to wait for someone who knows how to ask.

"I don't know what you like?" asked Old Kim. Among the players, there are all kinds of things, most of them focus on one or two, and other things may not be of interest.

"Everything, as long as it's old. Sun Zhongyuan replied.

Lao Jin patted the suitcase next to Maza, "Come in and see!"

Come in and see, in fact, it is to look next to Lao Jin at the back of the stall, generally only certain acquaintances will be like this, but Lao Jin has a good impression of Sun Zhongyuan, and he also feels like he really wants to buy something.

Sun Zhongyuan went over and sat down. Lao Jin didn't open the suitcase, and while looking at the three or two customers in front of the stall, he lowered his voice and said to Sun Zhongyuan, "Just a few days ago, the old birthday star of our village, Mrs. Gao, left, and the old man lived for ninety, it's not easy!"

When Sun Zhongyuan heard it, it was time to start telling the story. However, looking at Lao Jin's appearance, it didn't seem like he was made up, so I listened to him patiently.

"Look at you like you grew up in the city. Most of the old ladies in the countryside will keep some old jewelry and old objects. They are all from the same village, so I went to worship and wanted to collect something. However, I sincerely condoled, so the delay was a little longer, and I was preempted by two people, and in the end there was only a gold thimble and an old pants left!"

When Sun Zhongyuan heard it, these are all tools for the old man to do needlework, and the thimble is not old enough, and most of the gold objects are priced in grams, so it seems that the old gold stall can't buy good things.

"But the price of the golden thimble is too expensive, and it is not an old thing, and in the end, I took an old trouser look!"

In the early years, many elderly people in the countryside would make their own clothes, and this type of pants was basically a piece of cardboard, compared to cutting fabric. And the shoe sample has a reason.

"Oh, these old pants, isn't it calligraphy and painting, and they have been cut into pants?" Sun Zhongyuan's heart moved.

"Clever!" Lao Jin opened the suitcase, took out a pair of tied old pants from it, and untied the nylon rope tied on it.

Sun Zhongyuan took it and opened it to take a look, one meter long and one foot wide, it was actually a silk banner landscape!

Although it has been cropped, it has not been affected by the top and bottom at all, but it has gone left and right a little, and it basically does not hinder the main body of the picture.

This is a green landscape, the upper layer of the painting is stacked on top of each other, the old trees are long forests, there are grass houses and pavilions on the flat slope, the mountain side river stretches, and the rocks on the opposite bank are scattered. There are also small boats in the water, and someone stands on the bow of the boat with a transverse flute.

The only pity is that at the end of the payment, part of it was cut off, and only four words were left, "water and mountains", and "Dongguo old farmer" next to it. The words are in block letters, and they are written elegantly and vigorously.

After that, there must still be words and seals, but it is estimated that they were cut when they were made like pants.

This makes the painting difficult to identify. The words that are cropped out at the back may carry the time of painting, and may carry relevant information. The seal is a powerful evidence to identify the author.

This "Dongguo old peasant" is probably the author's alias or something. But Sun Zhongyuan thought about it for a long time, and he probably hadn't heard of it.

However, this does not affect his judgment of the value of this painting, the treasure shrouded in the appearance of old trousers is obvious, and according to Sun Zhongyuan's judgment of the age of this silk copy, it should be at least the early Qing Dynasty!

"Lao Jin, this painting can't be broken!" Sun Zhong originally handed the painting back to Lao Jin, so he stepped back a little and lit a cigarette, it would be bad if it was burned.

"If there is a way to break the dynasty, I will still set up a stall? There are so many antique shops across the street from the market, I will send them directly to save no effort than here? This is a silk book, not a paper book, old material, this is considered an open door, right?" Lao Jin is really a knowledgeable person, and he doesn't speak in a foreign way.

Generally, those who set up stalls may be more knowledgeable about porcelain, jade, and miscellaneous, but calligraphy and painting are too demanding and complicated for eyesight.

Sun Zhongyuan smiled, "How much is the minimum?"

Lao Jin also smiled, "It hasn't opened yet, I even coaxed and deceived 10,000 yuan to collect it!

Sun Zhongyuan frowned. Any line of business is like this, when you don't talk about seriousness, you are good and I am good at trading, and when it comes to money, it will become tasteless. How can it cost so much money to look like an old trouser and be in the countryside?

"It's too high. Sun Zhongyuan continued.

"It's too high, you can take a bite!" Lao Jin is indeed an old household, and the rules in the market are clear. It's not a bargain, it's not something to talk about. But Sun Zhongyuan is not a layman, he has to take a stretch first, and wait for the price of the old gold to drop automatically.