This is too coincidental. At the beginning, the Kono family collected the "Yongle Tongbao", and later Kono Ping happened to encounter the other four, not sooner or later, and made up a set when Tang Yi arrived in the porcelain capital.

Tang Yi has seen the heavy pulp on the five ancient coins, which shows that they are often played with or used.

It's just that Kono Ping didn't have the fate of this treasure, and when He Zhixiang sent someone to steal the mobile phone, he took away this set of Big Five Emperor money. Then after returning to Shanzhou, He Zhixiang will definitely hand over this set of Big Five Emperor Money to Qin Lao for disposal.

Tang Yi had the idea of borrowing this set of Great Five Emperor Coins from Qin Lao, and couldn't help but have a strong curiosity: If the Great Five Emperor Coins and the compass were used in combination, what kind of magical effect would it produce?

Just as Tang Yi was hesitating how to say to Qin Lao, the door of Ge Baoduo's shop was pushed open.

An old man with high cheekbones walked in. The old man was wearing a gray shirt, light white trousers, and round cloth shoes on his feet. The old man's hair was sparse, but it was neatly combed.

"Hello, please come in!" Tang Yi greeted.

The old man seemed a little reserved, nodded, and looked around the store for a while, before he spoke, "Young man, where are you shopkeepers?" ”

"Oh, old man, I'm the boss." Tang Yi responded with a smile.

"Oh? So young? The old man hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Do you accept something?" ”

Only then did Tang Yi understand why the old man was a little restrained, and why he asked if he was the boss, it turned out that he was not buying things, but selling things.

"Take it out and take a look, the good things will definitely be received, come, you sit here!" Tang Yi said and let the old man to the edge of his seat.

The old man hesitated, but finally sat down. Tang Yi poured a cup of tea for the old man, but he was a little puzzled in his heart, this old man looked empty-handed, what was he carrying?

The old man took a sip of the teacup, glanced at Tang Yi again, and finally took out a long small box from his pants pocket and put it in front of Tang Yi.

The box is very narrow, only two centimeters wide, and not long, with more than twenty centimeters.

Tang Yi opened the box and saw a brush.

The barrel is shiny and purple-black. The first feeling is that it is a purple bamboo pen with years.

Although there are years, Tang Yi does not feel too surprised.

Brushes, although they are also a category of antique collections, are relatively cold. Moreover, if the barrel is not made of special materials, but ordinary bamboo, generally speaking, the value will not be very large.

Among the materials used to make the barrel, it can be said that bamboo is the least valuable. Even if it is made of wood, if it is made of ebony, nanmu, sandalwood, etc., the material is more precious than bamboo. Not to mention ivory rhino horns, they are all excellent pen materials. As for the barrel made of Hetian jade, although it is very heavy and cannot be used for writing, it is more valuable for collections.

This brush, the purple bamboo pen is in good condition, and the hairs on the tip of the pen are almost bald, which is obviously an ordinary brush used for writing.

"How did you get this pen?" Tang Yi said as he picked up the brush, and then he realized that the pulp of the brush shaft was very heavy.

Judging from the pulp, it should be something from the late Tang Dynasty and early Song Dynasty.

At this moment, a layer of cyan and black light emerged!

Tang Yi looked at Baoguang, sorted out his feelings slightly, and a smile appeared on his face, overjoyed.

He was not simply happy to discover the treasure light, but because his eyesight had improved a notch! The year judged by the guò pulp reached an agreement with Baoguang!

Hearing Tang Yi's question, the old man replied: "This pen is ancestral, at least three or four generations, I remember that my grandfather took it out when I was a child." ”

"This pen is indeed old." Tang Yi said, "However, it's a pity that the material is too ordinary. ”

"Approximate how much it will be worth?" The old man asked.

"Old man, to be honest, the collection of bamboo brushes is unpopular, and there are few price references in the market, so it is really difficult to estimate. However, let me tell you the truth, your brush, I think it looks like a Zhuge pen! Tang Yi didn't know what was going on, so he told the truth directly.

"Zhuge pen? Does it have anything to do with Zhuge Liang? The old man's eyes lit up.

"It doesn't matter." Tang Yi smiled slightly.

It really doesn't matter, just as knowledge and age don't matter. "The more famous brush now is the lake pen, but in the Tang and Song dynasties, the most famous is the Xuan pen. There was a master of making zuò xuan pen in the Southern Tang Dynasty, named Zhuge Gao, who was known as the first in the world of pen making at that time, and the pen he made was called Zhuge pen! Tang Yi explained.

The old man was very happy, "I really didn't hear that there is a Zhuge pen!" ”

"Zhuge pen is most famous, is the manufacturing process of hair, such as rat whiskers, purple rabbit hair, it is said that a pen can be sold for ten taels of gold!" Tang Yi continued.

At this time, a very strange expression appeared on the old man's face. It is said that if you want to collect something, you should follow the tone of "insects eat rats, and you should wear a broken jacket", how can this young shopkeeper say good things about my things? "Is this pen really that valuable?" The old man stared at Tang Yi and asked.

"I didn't say this pen is worth a lot!" Tang Yi quickly responded: "I'm talking about the value of the Zhuge pen of the rat whisker Zihao. As far as it is today, it is a special pen. Your pen is an ordinary writing pen, although it is also a Zhuge pen, but the Zhuge pen is also in mass production, isn't it? So it's not very valuable. ”

"It's been thousands of years, no matter how valuable it is, it can't be any worse!" The old man closed the pen case.

Tang Yi saw it, stood up directly and took two steps, a little farther away from the brush, "Old man, antiques are not more valuable the older they are, for example, half a tael of the Qin Dynasty, more than two thousand years, long enough, that is, dozens of pieces a piece." This is still the currency in circulation, and there are some ordinary utensils, and no one even buys them cheaply. ”

The old man glanced at Tang Yi suspiciously, and took the pencil case in his hand.

Tang Yi continued: "This pen may have a high historical and cultural value, but the market value is not very high・・・・・・ although I am not good at valuing, I think it should not be very high. You can take this pen to various antique shops and ask, even if it is determined to be a Zhuge pen in the Tang and Song dynasties, I don't think anyone may have a high price. ”

"No wonder!" The old man couldn't help but mutter. In fact, before he arrived at Tang Yi's shop, he had already run a lot of shops, but as a result, either people didn't accept it, or the price was ridiculously low.

"Little boss, how much money are you willing to pay?" The old man thought for a while, and finally asked.

Tang Yi smiled again, "Old man, I said, I'm not good at valuing, I think, if you really want to make a move, you might as well quote an acceptable price yourself." ”