After completing the transaction, Meng Songhai held the purple clay pot and continued to shop, hoping to pick up another leak when he used the magic power of "Wisdom and Treasure" again.

Meng Songhai had just taken a few steps when he heard someone shouting behind him.

"Wait, young man, can you show me your purple clay pot?"

Meng Songhai turned around and saw two strange men, one in his fifties and the other in his early thirties, a young flat-headed man talking to him.

"Is there something wrong?" Meng Songhai asked lightly.

"Do you sell the purple clay pot in your hand?" The little flat-headed man asked with a smile.

"Sell, sell!" Meng Songhai smiled a little proudly, "My purple clay pot is a good thing, Gu Jingzhou Gu's master's work, the price is not cheap." ”

"Do you know Gu Jingzhou?" Xiao Pingtou asked curiously.

"Yes." Meng Songhai smiled, "Slender Ping is Mr. Gu's self-name, there are these two words in the bottom and cover, and there is also the word 'Gu' in the cover, I can be sure that this is Mr. Gu's work." ”

"Gu Jingzhou can be regarded as a master, and the purple clay pot he makes can be sold for about 100 yuan." The little flat-headed man said.

"Forget it, you can't afford the price, which means that you have no relationship with him." Meng Songhai said lightly.

"You ......" Xiao Pingtou didn't know how to answer for a while, he didn't expect the hairy boy in front of him to say such things.

"Xiao Liu, since you can't discern the treasure and missed the opportunity to pick up the leak, if you want to get it now, you should increase the price." The gray-haired old man next to him smiled heartily.

Xiao Pingtou nodded with a wry smile, looked at Meng Songhai and asked, "How much do you want to sell?" ”

Meng Songhai pointed in the direction of the north and said, "There is a restaurant in front, if the two of you are interested in this pot, let's go there and talk." ”

"Okay, you lead the way!" Xiao Pingtou said.

After walking a few steps, Xiao Pingtou found a topic and asked, "Young man, what is your surname?" ”

"Don't be surnamed Meng."

"Meng, the Mongolian of Inner Mongolia?" Xiao Pingtou asked.

"Well, the same word doesn't sound the same thing."

"Your surname is rare." The old man in his fifties smiled.

"It's okay, in the hundred family names."

"Xiao Meng, I can call you that, right?" Xiao Pingtou smiled.

"Yes." Meng Songhai said lightly, he didn't like this title in his heart, "Xiaomeng" and "Xiaomeng" have the same sound, fortunately, "Mengmeng" is not popular now.

"Xiao Meng, how did you know that Gu Jingzhou was a master of making purple clay pots?" Xiao Pingtou asked curiously.

Meng Songhai knew that now was an era of lack of antique information, an ordinary person, a person who had never touched a purple clay pot, knew that Gu Jingzhou's name was an incredible thing, he didn't say much, and said vaguely: "I like purple clay pots, I've heard others talk about Gu Jingzhou's ......."

After chatting a few words, Meng Songhai took the two to the small restaurant, and shouted with a smile The middle-aged woman who was washing vegetables shouted, "Aunt Sun, you're busy!" ”

This restaurant is run by the parents of Meng Song Haifa Xiao Yang Guodong, and since the opening of this restaurant, he has come here many times to eat.

"Songhai, what's wrong?" Aunt Sun was a little curious when she saw Meng Songhai, after all, it was not a meal.

"Aunt Sun, I'll borrow your land to talk about business."

"Okay." Aunt Sun responded, she didn't know what business Songhai did, but she didn't ask much, stood up, and said with a smile, "You guys sit down, I'll pour you tea." ”

"Thank you, Aunt Sun!" Meng Songhai said with a smile, he didn't mean to be polite, and stretched out his hand to invite, "Two, please sit down." ”

After Meng Songhai sat down, he carefully put the treasure in his hand on the dining table, and said with a smile: "You can get started and take a look." ”

"Old Song, you can help take a look." Xiao Pingtou said.

The old man surnamed Song was not polite, picked up the purple clay pot, and looked at it carefully.

Aunt Sun didn't ask Meng Songhai and the others what tea they were drinking, she directly brewed three cups of green tea, served them to the table, and asked curiously, "Songhai, this little teapot is yours?" ”

"yes, just bought it." Meng Songhai picked up the teacup and took a sip of tea, "Aunt Sun, Guodong is at home?" ”

"Yes, stay at home and read, you can go to my house to play."

"Okay, I'll go."

Aunt Sun's son Yang Guodong and Meng Songhai have been classmates for more than ten years, starting from kindergarten, preschool and primary school are classmates, when they were in junior high school, although they were not classmates, but they were classmates in the same school, and when they were in high school, they were also classmates in the same school, including the second and third years of high school, and they were classmates for two years.

When he was in his third year of high school, Meng Songhai's academic performance was much better than Yang Guodong's in the usual exams, and during the college entrance examination, Meng Songhai played abnormally and was not admitted to the junior college, while Yang Guodong played exceptionally and was admitted to the key university - Foreign Chinese University, majoring in Russian language, and has now studied for a year.

Aunt Sun knew that Meng Songhai had not been admitted to university after repeating his studies for a year, so she did not have the slightest idea of gloating, but felt pity and encouraged him to repeat his studies for a year and strive to be admitted to a prestigious university.

A while ago, before the college entrance examination scores came out, Meng Songhai went to Yang Guodong's house to play once, and since the college entrance examination results came out after repeating for a year, he had no intention of going to his classmates to play anymore because he became depressed.

After Aunt Sun finished delivering the tea, she sat back next to the big basin and continued to wash the vegetables.

Xiao Pingtou saw Song Lao's expression when he looked at the purple clay pot, and basically determined that this purple clay pot was Gu Jingzhou's work, took a sip of tea, and asked with a smile: "Xiao Meng, how much do you want to sell this pot?" ”

"Look at what you offer, the price is too low, I'll keep it for myself."

"Little slippery." Xiao Pingtou muttered to himself.

At this moment, Xiao Pingtou was very depressed, two days ago, he saw this pot, he had long known Gu Jingzhou's name, but he didn't know that "Slender Ping" was Gu Jingzhou's trade name, looking at this pot, he liked it, but he felt that the price was a little more expensive, and he didn't make up his mind to buy it, this morning, he met Song Lao, and asked the other party who "Slender Ping" was, and after getting the answer, he ran over, but it was a step late.

Meng Songhai guessed that Xiao Pingtou might have seen this pot before, but he didn't buy it, but let him get it first, and at this moment, he was secretly proud.

"Old Song, what do you think of this pot?"

"It's Gu Jingzhou's work, and he has good eyesight." Song Lao said with a smile.

Song Lao put down the purple clay pot, picked up the ceramic teacup, took a sip of tea, felt that the taste of the tea was too bad, stopped drinking it, and put it down directly.

Xiao Pingtou picked up the purple clay pot, looked at it twice, smiled and said to Meng Songhai: "Xiao Meng, the purple clay pot you bought was made by Gu Jingzhou, but it is not a fine product, it is likely to be a work created when he was young......

"Boss Liu, if it's degraded, let's stop talking about it, it's boring." Meng Songhai interrupted with a smile, "I remember such a sentence, praise and criticism are buyers, and applause is idlers." ”

Meng Songhai heard Song Lao call each other "Xiao Liu" before, and he didn't know if the other party's surname was "Liu" or "Liu", anyway, the two surnames were the same sound, for the time being, he didn't want to remember the other party's name, so he didn't care.