The sky is getting whiter and whiter, the sky is getting brighter and brighter, and the early morning wind is blowing, giving people a very comfortable feeling - it is the time to go back to sleep, but Fang Ming is in good spirits at this time.

I squatted down in front of a stall and took a look at it, and found that there were many things neatly arranged on it, such as patina coins, porcelain with a simple strength, and even a few Buddha statues that looked like gold.

On the surface, these things seem to have gone through countless years, and they seem to be really old...... Antique.

Fang Ming scratched his head, these things all looked like antiques, but Zhou Yafang had already said just now, the things in the ghost market are all imitations, and the rest are mostly handicrafts, so the things on the stall in front of him are definitely problematic.

If it was before, he wouldn't have bought it, but now that his right hand has a special ability, why not give it a try?

In fact, after hearing Zhou Yafang say that the things in the ghost market are nine false and one true, he was not only afraid, but even more eager to try, because this is the best touchstone to test his right-handed ability - if he picks up a leak in the stall in the ghost market, then what is there to doubt?

Fang Ming stretched out his hand and picked up more than a dozen things on the stall, but found that his right hand did not react at all: the shadow did not appear at all.

Shaking his head, Fang Ming stood up and walked to the next stall, and put the top one? One? Root? Read? Novel xstxt everything picked up and read it all over......

Time passed slowly, the sun had gradually risen, Fang Ming wiped the sweat on his forehead, and shook his head gently, in the past hour, he walked from the streets of the ghost market to the end of the street, and picked up at least nearly a thousand things, but his right hand did not react at all, and the shadow did not appear at all.

Although Zhou Yafang said that the things in the ghost market were basically fake, and Fang Ming also used this to comfort himself when his right hand didn't react at first, but after trying so many times, he couldn't help but wonder if there was really no good thing on the stall, or was his ability just a flash in the pan and now gone?

It's not out of the question.

After all, this ability of mine is inexplicable, and it is normal to say that it disappears after a flash.

But if that's the case, then it will hit yourself a little too hard, and last night I felt like I was in heaven, and now I am going to hell again?

The beads of sweat on Fang Ming's forehead became more and more numerous and bigger, one was that the weather had slowly become hotter, but more importantly, he was getting more and more anxious in his heart.

The stalls in the ghost market had already been collected, and there were only a few stalls left, Fang Ming hesitated for a moment and walked quickly to the last stall he had not been to.

The last stall is no different from the previous stall, and it is also displayed with antique goods such as copper coins and porcelain, as well as a half-meter-high Buddha statue, which is the most eye-catching thing.

However, after Fang Ming took a look, he focused his attention on the copper coins and the like on the stall - the Buddha statue looked quite good, but he subconsciously felt that it should not be a good thing, and it seemed that he had no energy at all.

Fang Ming's last hope was quickly dashed, there were a total of about twenty things on the stall, and after picking them up one by one, his right hand still didn't change at all, and the shadow that had appeared once didn't know where to hide at this time.

After squatting in a daze for a while, Fang Ming sighed and stood up, his mood at this time was quite bad, and even the whole person was a little shaky: if he said that he had never obtained the ability, it didn't matter, but what he once had disappeared overnight, this kind of blow really made him not know how to accept it, especially when he needed money the most!

"Heh, boss, what do you want? These are all old things in my stall, you see this is a lot of money in the Kangxi period, and this is the porcelain of Jingdezhen in the Song Dynasty...... I don't dare to say anything, but there is no shortage, even if it is not available in my stall for the time being, as long as you can say it, I can find it for you. ”

Jiang Hua has been in the ghost market of the small antique street for more than ten years, and he has already practiced a pair of sharp eyes over the years, of course, this is not to say that he has more skills in antique identification, but that he sees people very accurately and grasps people's minds very accurately, so although the stall is not much, the good things on it are even more pitiful, but the income is good.

The young man in front of him had already noticed that there were a lot of stalls, and every time he went to a stall, he squatted down and picked up all the things and put them down, and then went to the next stall, which he knew at a glance that he was a rookie.

The rookie business is not easy to do, because the rookie knows that his ability is not enough, he is often very cautious, and he will bite very tightly in terms of price, but on the other hand, the rookie is the best to fool - less knowledge and less experience.

Jiang Hua believed in his own ability, he opened his mouth and "boomed" on the phone, he had already made up his mind to take out the money from the pocket of the young man in front of him - the market has not opened for a long time today, and he has asked a few friends to eat and drink in the evening, and now there is no money in his pocket, and the ghost market is about to end, and this is his last chance today.

I don't know if my ability has disappeared, Fang Ming is in a very bad mood, although he heard Jiang Hua's greeting at this time, he didn't have any energy, shook his head, and said, "Forget it, you don't have any good things in this stall." ”

"This ......"

Jiang Hua touched his nose, thinking that the young man in front of him was really unkind, and he said it too directly.

"Oh, look at it again, I can pat my chest and say that I definitely have what you want in this stall. Brother, it's not that I rely on the old to sell the old, you saw it too fast just now, every thing is picked up and looked at for a while and then put down, no one is looking for antiques like you. Of course, there are many ways to do this, but they can be summed up in six words: text, quality, sound, color, spirit, and taste.

Its Chinese refers to the numismatic text and pattern atmosphere, style, etc., this is because the text of coins in different periods has different styles, as for the quality refers to the coin process, the production of materials waiting, sound refers to the sound of coins, the sound made when gently tapping is a very important standard in the identification, as for the color refers to the coin rust color and pulp.

Finally, the two most important ones are God and Taste, God refers to the charm of coins, fake things are dull, it is impossible to have spirit, taste refers to the smell of coins, and coins buried in the ground or kept in no longer have the same taste. ”

"The above is the general method, let me give an example to talk about in detail, for example, the trick of 'Wen', the text of ancient coins from different eras is not the same as the breath of words and patterns. For example, during the Three Kingdoms and the Northern and Southern Dynasties, due to the continuous wars and the disunity of the country, the quality of the coins produced in any country was relatively poor, so if you see a banknote of this period in the market that is very well made, then sorry, there is a fake ** out of ten; For another example, the Kaiyuan Tongbao of the Tang Dynasty was based on the "Old Tang Book. The food and goods chronicle is recorded in the book of the great calligrapher Ouyang Xun, and the characters on it contain eight points and the calligraphy of the official body is exquisite, dignified and dignified, and the style of the coins has been throughout the Tang Dynasty. Therefore, to identify the ancient coins of this period, we should pay attention to such a feature...... After the Song Dynasty, the level of calligraphy on ancient coins dropped very much, but in some periods of the Yuan Dynasty, the regular script on it was graceful and generous, and it was okay, but it still went downhill, and the Qing Dynasty was mainly Xianfeng, and there were many styles of money at that time, or like a solemn woman, or like a village girl like a small jasper......"

Listening to the other party's endless boasting, Fang Ming also slowly calmed down, knowing that he was too persistent, even if the ability had disappeared? It wasn't its own, could it be that it couldn't live if it disappeared? I still have my own hands! What are you afraid of? Besides, it has already earned 700,000 for itself!

You should be content.

Thinking about it like this, Fang Ming calmed down even more, and after his mood calmed down, he slowly became fascinated by it—he had never touched antiques before, and he had really never heard of these theoretical things that the other party said.

Jiang Hua paid attention to Fang Ming's expression as he spoke, and when he found that the other party was listening more and more attentively, he also secretly laughed in his heart.

Brother Chu, absolute Brother Chu!

Only Brother Chu will be "deceived" by these theories he said.

After all, theory is theory, antique collection is not to know the theory and wait, more important is experience, for example, the characteristics of the text on Kaiyuan Tongbao is "the body is strict, dignified and dignified", but what is called "the body is strict, dignified and dignified"?

If you don't have enough experience and haven't seen the real game, how can you tell the difference? Therefore, antique collecting is definitely not something that can be understood by reading a few theoretical books.

However, this has nothing to do with Jiang Hua, he said so much just to fool the young man in front of him and fool him into buying things from his stall.

"If you look at the things on my stall, and compare them with what I just said, you will know whether the things on my stall are real."

Fang Ming was not a fool, he came to his senses as soon as he heard the other party's words, and immediately said with a smile: "Oh, according to what you said, you can identify whether it is a good thing?" ”

There should be nothing wrong with the methods that the other party just said, but how can it be so simple when it comes to identification? Fang Ming knew that he had a few catties and a few taels, and it was okay to listen to the other party's boasting, but if it was said that he would buy the things on the stall, he would definitely not - his biggest reliance was originally the ability of his right hand, and now that the ability disappeared or did not work, he would not spend money to buy it if he was killed.

After finishing speaking, Fang Ming stood up and patted his ass and prepared to leave.

"Hey, don't go."

Jiang Hua didn't think that such a thing would happen suddenly-just now the other party was still listening to it, and he was about to leave in the blink of an eye.

"I've seen everything on your stall, and there's nothing good."

Jiang Hua was in a hurry, there was only one stall left in the ghost market of the entire small antique street, and there was only one guest, Fang Ming, if he let go of the money for dinner and drinking tonight, he would not have been settled.

In a hurry, he suddenly saw the half-meter-high Buddha statue next to him, which he had collected for 300 yuan yesterday, and immediately blurted out: "Who said you have seen everything in my stall?" You haven't seen this Buddha statue. ”