Mr. Lin did not elaborate on how he identified the painting as genuine, nor did he explain why the painting was Tang Dai's authenticity. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Maybe for him, those people are peasants, they don't understand, he talks too much and plays the harp to the cow, wasting his tongue; Or maybe the peasants don't care what he says at all, they only care about one outcome.

Because in their eyes, Mr. Lin is the authority, and the result is all in his mouth. And when he said it was true, they rejoiced; If he says it is false, they will be grieved.

That's all, that's all.

Suddenly, An Yao felt as if there was a breath flowing around her, and that breath seemed to be nothing, like fog but not fog, with a warm heat, which was flicking from her side little by little.

Is this too hot?

An Yao looked around suspiciously, it was indeed a little hot, these people were standing in a row, huddled together, and the air circulation was not very fast. She was holding a marshmallow in her arms, Lu Jiacheng on her left hand, and a bag in her right hand. Because she was wearing a skirt today, she found a simple bag and went out by the way, which contained the keys, money, and the night pearl.

The pearl of the night?

She just wanted to reach out and take out the night pearl, but Lu Jiacheng tugged her hand slightly, a little excited: "Sister, look, it's still a small pillow." "It's like a little pillow at home.

This is an antique brought up by the second farmer.

Mr. Lin is in the process of appraisal. An Yao set her eyes on the antique, a small pulse pillow used by ancient healers to give patients a pulse, about 17.5cm long, 9.5cm wide, and 6.2cm high. The vein pillow is wound with cyan and black stripes, like a vein pillow made of porcelain, the porcelain surface is plain and smooth, and the whole body is cyan, white and black.

"This is the real thing, the celadon vein pillow of the Tang Suzong period, there are sand marks and soil skin on the top and side of the vein pillow, which is the result of being buried underground for a long time. The pulse pillow is delicate and small, which is slightly inferior to the pulse pillow used by the royal court, but it is also unacceptable for ordinary people. Therefore, it should be the product of dignitaries. "The results of the appraisal in my mind came out again.

Genuine, genuine!

An Yao was a little excited, and saw two genuine products in one day, one was a landscape painting of the Qing Dynasty, and the other was a small pulse pillow of the Tang Dynasty.

"Sister, what's wrong with you?" Lu Jiacheng felt her surging mood.

The corners of An Yao's mouth curled slightly, bent down slightly and pressed against his ear, and whispered in a voice that only the two of them could hear: "That's true, Tang Dynasty's small pulse pillow." ”

Lu Jiacheng's eyes suddenly brightened.

My sister said it was true, it was true. He believes! Because his sister often read some books on antique appreciation in the study, he also turned a few pages casually at that time.

"You said you picked it up in the woods?" Mr. Lin, who had been rubbing his hand against the pulse pillow, suddenly raised his head and asked.

The middle-aged man nodded decisively: "It was in the woods behind my village, I went up the mountain to hunt hares, chased the hares and accidentally fell into a pit, and I picked up this one in that pit." ”

Mr. Lin pondered for a moment and said slowly: "As far as I know, this is a vein pillow of permeanine. Through-flower porcelain is an emerging craft that only appeared in the Tang Dynasty. The technique used in this pulse pillow of yours is to penetrate the flower. ”

The middle-aged man was obviously excited, "Tang, Tang Dynasty? "So, it's real! He saw that it looked like an antiquity, and he picked it up and took it home. But he didn't appreciate it, he didn't see anything famous, he just thought that the stripes painted on it were weird, and they should be gadgets for his son. Unexpectedly, this time I picked up a treasure from the Tang Dynasty!

"But-" Mr. Lin lowered his eyes: "The workmanship art of this pulse pillow is very perfect, and the flower is another name for the twisted tire." It's just that the technology of twisting tires has been lost after the Jin Dynasty. In other words, it is impossible for the Jin Dynasty to have the technology of twisting tires, and if there is, it is only imitation. The pulse pillow you picked up has sand marks around it, the position of the sand marks is a little worn, and the words on the pillow are a little messy, not like the handwriting of the Tang Dynasty, but more like a modern depiction. After the technology of twisting tires was lost, some people have been imitating this technology, so there are a lot of fakes of this kind among the people, and this one of yours is a fake. The celadon pillow of the Tang Dynasty is very cherished and very rare, and it is impossible to get it easily. ”

"Fakes?" The middle-aged man panicked, "It's a fake!" He did not dare to question Mr. Lin's judgment, because Mr. Lin was a professional and knew more about nature than them. He didn't understand Mr. Lin's words very well just now, he only knew that the meaning of a fake was a fake, a fake, so wouldn't his meat stamps and food stamps be in the soup!

"Hey!" He sighed heavily.

"Even if the workmanship of a fake is perfect, it is ninety percent similar to the real thing, but there have always been some small differences between the fake and the real thing, and we can distinguish the real from the fake by relying on these small differences."

"My Meat Stamps and Food Stamps......

"Don't worry." Mr. Lin smiled: "Although this is a fake, it is like a perfect fire, and the celadon vein pillow in the Tang Dynasty is really rare." Therefore, this fake is also collectible. As long as it is collectible, we will give five catties of meat tickets as compensation. ”

"Huh? Fake ones can also have meat tickets? ”

"Great!"

The deputy county magistrate patted the table, "Everyone be quiet, just like Mr. Lin said, as long as it is a fake that is so high that it is not easy for people to see the flaws, those who are willing to hand it in will have a five-pound meat ticket as a reward." Next, next. ”

An Yao watched in disbelief at this moment of transformation.

No, it can't be. The skills given to her by the old man could not be fake, and Mr. Lin said that the words on the pillow were not the handwriting of the Tang Dynasty, and she couldn't see those words, but as long as the pillow was in her hand, she would definitely be able to judge it.

"Sister, did he read it wrong?" Lu Jiacheng also had a disparate face, didn't his sister say, is it true?

An Yao frowned, puzzled, looked at Mr. Lin, and then at the deputy county magistrate, and said four words to him: "Wait and see." "She always felt weird.

It seems to be getting hotter and hotter, and the heat source seems to be coming out of the surrounding area.

Next, eight things were identified back and forth, the palace lantern of the Republic of China, Tang Sancai, and Su Shi's real handwriting and Tang Yin's paintings in the Ming Dynasty were all real, and the other four were fake. The first three are fake An Yao There is no doubt that the results of Mr. Lin's identification are consistent with the identification in her mind, that is, the last bronze from the middle of the Warring States period, which is obviously genuine, but Mr. Lin said that it was a counterfeit and a fake.

Although it was a fake, the owner of the bronze was happy to hand it over and leave happily with the five-pound meat ticket. An Yao stared closely at the simple and ancient little bronze on the table, and suddenly made a slight "hiss", and the skin attached to the bag was scalded. (To be continued.) )