"Eat more. ”

Zhao Qin sandwiched the chicken thighs into Jiang Hua's bowl, thought about it, and sandwiched the chopsticks and vegetables.

"Mom, I can't even fit it in my bowl. ”

Jiang Hua said as he took a mouthful of the boss's rice and stuffed his cheeks up. I haven't been home much these days, one is busy, but more often I don't know how to face Jiang Tieshan and Zhao Qin - I am not their real son.

However, it is impossible to escape this matter all the time, and if he occupies the original Jiang Hua's body, he has to be the son of the two elders and take care of them.

There was no progress in the affairs of the Hongshan Cultural Site, and the business of Baorongzhai was not very good, so Jiang Hua simply went home to eat and accompany the old man.

After dinner, Zhao Qin cleaned up the dishes and chopsticks, and Jiang Hua and Jiang Tieshan drank tea -- this was a habit at home for decades, and it could not be moved.

"How's business going in the store?"

Jiang Hua boiled water in an electric kettle, and then washed the cups.

"Okay, I've made some money lately. By the way, Dad, I'll get you a good tea set when I go back, no matter what, your son also runs an antique shop, it's not appropriate for you to use this thing again. ”

The tea set at home is an ordinary thing, a hundred or dozens of goods, Jiang Hua can't understand why his predecessor ignored this matter.

"Okay. ”

Jiang Tieshan did not refuse, he understood the truth very well, to a certain extent, this can be said to be an advertisement, "A few days ago, Lao Zhao was still showing off his bullshit purple sand in front of me. ”

Jiang Hua accompanied Zhao Qin and Jiang Tieshan to chat for a while, and then went back to the store after the old man went to sleep.

At four or five o'clock in the morning the next day, he got up, planning to visit the ghost market to see if he could find an antique tea set, if not, he simply went to the antique store to buy it, anyway, now he has money in his pocket.

The sky has just revealed a hint of fish belly white, and if there are no street lights, you will definitely not be able to see anything.

Jiang Hua walked slowly, the things on the ghost market stalls are very miscellaneous, usually there are no good things, whether you can find the tea set you want depends on luck.

Chinese people like to drink tea, confidants or business partners come, the most common scene is to chat while drinking tea, in this way, a good set of tea sets often become a symbol of identity, the most well-known tea set is the purple sand pot, this is a teapot made of purple sand mud, because the origin is in Yixing, Jiangsu, so the purple sand pot is also called Yixing purple sand pot, a good purple sand pot, in the tea set can even be said to have the status of the king.

Jiang Hua's goal today is a purple clay pot, of course, he didn't think that he could get a peerless pot, he just thought that he could find a real purple clay pot, it didn't matter if it was famous or not.

The purple clay pot from the hands of famous artists, compared with gold, is not seen at leisure, in fact, for ordinary people, as long as the mud of the pot is good, the pot shape is regular, it is enough.

Jiang Hua squatted down in front of a stall full of pots.

The stalls in the ghost market usually have a lot of miscellaneous things, often a small stall has porcelain, bronze, calligraphy and paintings, paper money, etc., and it is really rare to sell only one thing like this.

"Hey, such a boss, I don't know what you want, I have all good teapots here, for example, the one you are holding now is the work of Master Hui Mengchen in the early Qing Dynasty. ”

Ma Cai saw Jiang Hua squatting in front of his stall, and suddenly his spirit was lifted, his mouth was open, and he didn't know how many times he had said it.

Jiang Hua was happy when he heard it and said, "Yo, this thing of yours still belongs to Hui Mengchen, do you plan to sell it for millions or tens of millions?"

Hui Mengchen is a native of Jingxi, China, who lived from the Ming Dynasty to the Kangxi Dynasty of the Qing Dynasty, and is a famous purple clay pot master.

"Boss, I really don't lie to you. ”

Ma Cai pointed to the pot in Jiang Hua's hand and said, "Hui Mengchen is good at small pots, from the pot style, there are round and flat, there are tall and round belly, etc., the best is the pear-shaped pot, and the pot he makes is usually engraved, and the characteristics of the characters are very similar to the great calligrapher Chu Suiliang in the Tang Dynasty...... I don't need to say much about this, you must know, the reason I nag is that I want you to compare and look at the pot in your hand to see if it matches. ”

"Listening to you, it's really Hui Mengchen's purple clay pot!"

Jiang Hua glanced at Ma Cai, playing this kind of trick in front of himself?

Antique appraisal is a very complicated matter, and there is a common mistake or mistake that people make, that is, "only looking at the right ones", that is, only seeing those characteristics that match.

Small pots, pear shapes, and good at carving, these are the characteristics of Hui Mengchen's purple clay pot, and they are recognized as well-known characteristics, but it is precisely because of this that people who make forgeries will pay attention to these, and even deliberately emphasize these characteristics.

Someone stared at an antique for a long time, and the more he looked at it, the more he felt that it was true, the reason was that he only had those characteristics that everyone knew in his mind, and he couldn't see anything else that was unreasonable.

Antique sellers know very well that people have this kind of blind spot, and when selling their own things, they will consciously or unintentionally, directly or indirectly, emphasize these characteristics, and affect judgment.

In addition, people who play antiques have the mentality of picking up leaks, and when they see that this is a good thing, and the price is not expensive, they immediately feel that they have taken a big advantage, and they quickly pay for it.

The people who come out of the stalls in the ghost market are good at this kind of trick.

In fact, the most important thing in antique appraisal is not to see the right one, but to see the wrong one, that is to say, to get started with an antique is not to see which characteristics of it are consistent, but to find out which characteristics are not consistent, so that we can identify the authenticity - as long as we can find a piece that does not match, then there is no doubt about the fake.

"Oh, so how much do you want to sell it for?"

The horse stretched out his palm, shook it gently, and said, "This is the number." ”

"Fifty?"

Jiang Hua opened the lid of the pot and looked inside.

The corners of Ma Cai's mouth twitched, and the whole person was dumbfounded, and after a while, he barely squeezed out a smile and said, "Boss, you are laughing, this pot ...... Get 500,000, you must know that this is Hui Mengchen's purple clay pot. ”

Jiang Hua nodded and said, "If it's Hui Mengchen's purple clay pot, don't say 500,000, I'm willing to give 5 million, the problem is still Hui Mengchen's." ”

"This is Hui Mengchen's pot, look at it, which point does not match the characteristics of Hui Mengchen's purple clay pot?"

Jiang Hua turned the pot with the lid open, and the mouth of the pot pointed at Ma Cai, saying, "I won't say anything else, you look at this water hole, the purple clay pot in China has always been a single hole before the Republic of China ~ China, and then there was a multi-eye mesh, as for this hemispherical mesh that protrudes into the pot until the 70s of the twentieth century, it came from the island country, you don't want to tell me that Hui Mengchen traveled back, right?"

As long as you can find something wrong, no matter how similar it is elsewhere, it is definitely a fake.

Ma Cai's face was flushed, where could he still speak?

"Jiang Hua, why are you here?"

Jiang Hua looked back and found that it was Zhao Tie, so he immediately stood up.

"Got news?"

Zhao Tie shook his head and said, "No." ”

Jiang Hua was disappointed for a while, he thought that the old man who threw stones and asked for directions took the initiative to contact Zhao Tie.

"Hehehe. ”

Zhao Tie laughed, shook his head and said, "I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, wait, even if we can contact each other, we can't take the initiative, otherwise we will suffer a big loss when bargaining, millions in minutes, isn't this money?"

Jiang Hua smiled bitterly, and he couldn't tell him about the ruins, so he simply changed the topic, "What are you doing here?"

"Nothing to do, just hang out. ”

Zhao Tie glanced at Jiang Hua, "The fog is relatively big today, your clothes are a little wet, come here for a while, what do you want to buy?"

"Toss a teapot for my old man, by the way, Zhao Tie, do you know where there are good things? I don't think it's possible to find a stall in this ghost market. ”

Jiang Hua patted his head, how could he forget about this? Zhao Tie is a fiber puller, and he is much more well-informed than himself.

"Hahaha!"

Zhao Tie laughed out loud when he heard this, and said, "This matter is simple, I'll take you there now, the ancient pot doesn't dare to say, good things can still be found." ”

"Okay, let's go now. ”

Jiang Hua nodded, it is not easy to find something that satisfies him in the ghost market, since this is the case, it is better to spend more money and save the toss.

"Huh?"

Jiang Hua suddenly stopped his steps and aimed at a stall not far away.

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