Dahongmen Bird Market, also Nanding Village Bird Market, is next to a ditch with no smell, a place with a big palm. There are not only fish and birds, but also antique vendors who set up stalls, as well as tobacco and mobile phones. However, in terms of scale, it is not very formal, scattered merchant stalls, a bit of a small rural market. Walking in this relatively unpopular and remote small market in Fengtai District, I pinched my nose to reject the smell of bird poop, and I was absent-minded.

Cucumber's complaint suddenly came: "Yanyan, you female rascal, you don't let go of this place where the bird doesn't shit?" ”

Tangerine was also very dissatisfied, covering her nose and mouth and saying, "The female hooligan is hungry." ”

Jiang Yan glanced at them disdainfully, and spit out the lollipop from her mouth, "What kind of birds don't?" Look at the side of the road, is there still less bird droppings? When I look at the two of you, I am a layman, do you know why everyone rushed to run in at five o'clock in the morning when Panjiayuan was held on Saturday and Sunday? The picture is a fresh product, those things that make people messy, where is there a chance for you to pick up the leaks? In the same way, there are few people in the big red gate bird stall? That's why it's all the more deserved! Tu Lao hat, don't say you know me when you go out in the future, we can't afford to lose that person. ”

Accompanied by the sound of several girls fighting, our group split up a few ways, each looking for the baby.

I was with Da Jia and Xiao Jia, and we squatted in front of a stall selling gourds, and glanced around. Jiang Yan, oranges and cucumbers were gathered, and she ran to the top jade stall, while Shen Zi'an and Uncle Hao watched the lacquerware not far behind us.

"Alas, I'll just say it's familiar, Mr. Hao, you're here too?"

"Oh, it's Xiao Xu."

"Haha, you are a busy person, it's not easy to see once, you have to give me a good guide today, I just changed the calligraphy and painting, you help palm the eye?"

"Okay, I'll take a look."

Looking back, I couldn't help but wonder: "Is Uncle Hao famous in the circle?" Why haven't I seen it on TV? ”

Da Jia lightly put down the pear gourd, and smiled: "Although it is not as good as Yan Wanru, it can be regarded as okay, it is said that Uncle Hao is the person with the highest annual salary among the experts in Shen Zi'an's father's company, and when the company collects things, the collection of valuable antiques that exceeds a certain amount must be passed by Uncle Hao, well, he also knows Yanyan's father, and it seems that the relationship is good." "In fact, compared with other industries, the circle of cultural relics collection is not very large, but I have always been an outsider and have not really crossed that threshold, so I am not very clear about some people and some things in the circle.

Not long after, after shopping in the market, we gathered together, except for Shen Zi'an, who had a harvest, everyone else's hands were empty. What Shen Zi'an bought seemed to be a pair of phoenix pattern plates, bronze, the size of a palm, with two beautifully carved phoenixes hollowed out on the surface of the board, if they were placed together, one head to the right and the other to the left. Then, Shen Zi'an took the lead in asking me: "Gu Jing, what do you think?" "I guess he remembered my revenge for robbing his furniture in the late Qing Dynasty in Mentougou.

I smiled wryly: "To tell you the truth, I don't understand much, I can't see it." ”

Shen Zi'an sighed and didn't say anything more.

Jiang Yan's eyes turned around the two of us a few times: "...... It looks good, how much did you buy it? ”

"Three hundred."

"Heh, what a nice thing." Uncle Hao walked over from a distance, "Well, three hundred is worth it, so it's a small leak." ”

Cucumber exclaimed, "Huh? Can it be sold for hundreds of thousands? ”

Jiang Yan smiled dumbly: "It's good to be able to sell for one thousand two." ”

"Only one thousand two?" The orange pouted.

Shen Zi'an couldn't cry or laugh: "What are so many big leaks in the world that I can encounter?" It's not easy to leak a small leak of 1,800 yuan. ”

At this time, there were a few shouts beside her, as if she was a stall owner who had just arrived, and she shouted while placing antiques on the ground.

I didn't care, but after glancing at it coldly, I couldn't take it back.

In front of the stall owner, there were many bottles and cans of goods, snuff bottles, makeup boxes, etc. What caught my eye was the largest piece of porcelain!

Familiar! It's so familiar!

It's Cizhou kiln!

It is exactly the same Cizhou kiln that appeared in Yanjing Antique City a month later!

My heart suddenly became hot, could it be that the Cizhou kiln in the antique city indirectly flowed into the past from the Dahongmen Bird Market?

It wasn't close, and I didn't dare to assert it, so I calmed down my breathing rhythm and tried to keep myself at a steady pace, moving towards the stall step by step. Before I could take five steps, Uncle Hao's inhalation voice clearly came into my ears: "Sizzle! Cizhou kiln plum bottle! "His voice was so quiet that only we could hear him nearby. I looked back in astonishment, only to see a slight hint of excitement in Uncle Hao's eyes: "It's not wrong, at a glance, it's definitely the Cizhou kiln, Zi'an, go buy it, it's too late, you won't have a chance." ”

As soon as the words fell, the expressions of Jiang Yan Tangerine and the others also changed, Cizhou kiln? That's a fine product in the folk kiln! Although small plates and small bowls are more common and not worth much, the one opposite is obviously a large plum bottle, which is scarce in the world, and the price is self-evident!

Without waiting for me to say anything, several people who had all their attention on the Cizhou kiln walked up together.

yes, there's no chance. I don't like to fight, and since Uncle Hao opened his mouth first, I naturally won't tear my face and fight with him. Touching his nose and shaking his head, he reluctantly followed behind, observing the porcelain through the gap.

The preliminary observation of this plum vase should belong to the Song Dynasty, about 25cm high, open outward, short neck, plump shoulders, bulging abdomen, abdomen gradually closed to the bottom, carcass the makeup soil, shoulders and abdomen with white background and black flowers as decoration, fresh and lively ornamentation, black and white contrast, embodies the main characteristics of the white ground and black flower decoration of Cizhou kiln. The fly in the ointment is that there is a bump at the mouth of the can, a piece of porcelain has fallen, and there are two obvious scratches on a black flower on the body, which greatly reduces its original value. But then again, it is a rare thing that the things of the Song Dynasty can still be preserved relatively intact to this day.

I sighed deeply, and I was basically sure that 99% of this device was the one that appeared in Yanjing Antique City!

Alas, it would have been nice to have started earlier.

Jiang Yan and the others had surrounded the stalls, Shen Zi'an pretended to look at this, look at that, and finally seemed to touch the Cizhou kiln inadvertently, "How much?" ”

The stall owner is a middle-aged woman about fifty years old, and she has a smiling face: "Ten thousand." ”

After Shen Zi'an quietly exchanged a look with Uncle Hao, he began to bargain: "The bottle mouth and body are broken like that, and they are still sold for 10,000?" It's too expensive, two hundred. ”

The middle-aged woman Xu is not very optimistic about it, but after a few simple rounds, the Cizhou kiln was killed to a low price of three thousand yuan, "This is an official kiln, and it is worth a lot of money if it is broken, but it can't be lower." ”

"Well, okay, Cheng ......" However, before the word of the transaction could be spoken, Uncle Hao suddenly interjected: "Guanyao? Wait a minute! ”

Under everyone's unknown gaze, Uncle Hao took the plum bottle from Shen Zi'an's hand, turned the jar upside down, glanced at the bottom foot, and immediately, he was stunned, pouted, and shook his head imperceptibly, "Forget it, Zi'an, let's go." Shen Zi'an asked in wonder, but Uncle Hao didn't say anything, and directly showed him the bottom of the Cizhou kiln. As a result, Shen Zi'an, Jiang Yan, Da Jia, and Xiao Jia all shut up.

Walking a little farther away, Uncle Hao smiled bitterly: "I almost lost my eyes, don't say, this counterfeiter definitely has a certain skill, but it is only limited to the firing method, the concept of common sense surname, he made a big mistake." ”

Almost everyone who has a little knowledge of collecting knowledge knows that the Cizhou kiln in the Song Dynasty is a private kiln, and it is impossible to pay the official money.

But on the contrary, the Cizhou kiln has a sense of style - the Xuande year system of the Ming Dynasty!

A donkey's lips are not the same as the horse's mouth!

After explaining the orange and cucumber to the layman, Shen Zi'an regretted: "Yes, it's just fake, if the imitation is more complete, a few thousand yuan is really not expensive, but unfortunately, a broken imitation is not worth anything at all." ”

I looked at Uncle Hao, looked at Shen Zi'an, and saw that they had all given up the "imitation" of the Cizhou kiln, I blinked my eyes, walked quickly to the woman's stall, took out my wallet, and quickly counted out thirty yuan, "Three thousand yuan, I want the jar." ”

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