Chen Bentang is also a good tea person, he drinks most of Wanwan's local tea, especially likes frozen oolong, so he is very interested in Yang Ping's proposal to visit the tea market.

The taxi was jammed in the sight, Chen Bentang was bored and sat in the back of the taxi with Yang Bin to exchange pieces to play, Yang Ping gave the driver a cigarette: "Come and smoke a cigarette, when will the master be blocked?" ”

The driver thanked: "Don't suck, this is not possible, but now is not the rush hour, there should be no traffic jam, is there a car accident in front?" ”

Yang Ping lit it himself, lowered the window, wrapped the blue and white pharmacist beads in the palm of his hand, and played slowly, but his heart was calm and naturally cool, he turned his head to see the old brother holding the naked girl handle: "Brother, this naked girl is good at being realistic, in fact, my nap is more lofty than this, and I am interested in you taking it to play." ”

Yang Bin lowered the back window as well, it was cooler, Yang Ping handed over the fan: "You fan, Jingbei is hotter than ours, and it can be hot until October." ”

Yang Bin pushed back: "Don't, I can't afford to use it, it's two hundred to fan something like this." ”

Chen Bentang laughed: "Yes, who can afford this, Xiao Yang, you better put it away, Mr. Shang said that such a thing will be lost once it is opened." ”

The natives of Jingbei can talk about it, and they can't see outsiders bragging, so the driver pouted: "How many people want to go to the tea market to see antiques, right?" ”

Yang Ping looked at the slowly moving traffic outside the window and nodded: "Well, it means this." ”

The driver braked again, sighed and pointed: "It's stopped again, in fact, when it comes to the antique market, Maliandao Tea City can't be on the table, didn't you come out of Liulichang, and then go to Panjiayuan." Shili River. There are a lot of these skewers sold in those places. ”

Traffic began to flow again. Yang Ping looked at the car on the turntable, and went down from an exit in a daze, admiring the driver for not going the wrong way in this labyrinthine loop.

"We mainly buy tea," Yang Ping put out the cigarette butt in the portable ashtray, "Antiques are not interested, just look at cultural toys." ”

The driver was interested: "Ha, I know it's a string of walnuts and a snuff bottle, and that thing is still playing with fire in Sijiu City." Eight Banners kids, they love to play these. ”

Yang Ping pondered and pondered, what people said was also reasonable, but there is still a difference, and it must be corrected: "There are still some differences between the literary play and the children of the Eight Banners, the cultural play is a derivative of the ancient literati's study utensils, which has cultural heritage and connotation, and the children of the Eight Banners are a little bit lacking in the level of the cage and the bird." ”

"Huh," the driver pouted, glancing in the rearview mirror. "That's not what people play now, I once went to Panjiayuan. I saw an old man, with beeswax as big as a plate hanging around his neck, and the skewers on his arms were worn to his elbows. ”

Chen Bentang couldn't help laughing: "What is Lao Bao'er?" ”

The driver hehe: "It's an old rascal." ”

"Oh, it's a howl?" Chen Bentang nodded, "We all have gold chains for all the dogs there, and Da Lu is talking about these beads and beads, but they seem to be very cultured." ”

The driver laughed: "Yes, no one can stop the hooligan from being educated." ”

Yang Ping frowned and paid the driver the fare, hating the loss of face for this goods: "Malier's, find two pieces." ”

After entering the tea city and taking a turn on the first floor, Yang Ping took the two of them directly to the proprietress .

The proprietress shopkeeper's shop has been renovated, and the couplets carved with bamboo on both sides of the round arched glass door are actually Zheng Xie's poems: one, two, three bamboo poles, four, five or six bamboo leaves. Naturally faint and sparse, why overlap.

The shop pù has been expanded, and the outside room is full of tea leaves, tea tables, tea sets, and purple sand. The room is still separated by glass, and it seems that the high-end goods are inside.

When the proprietress saw Yang Ping coming in, she smiled and beckoned the guys to look at the store outside, and welcomed the three of them into the inner room: "Mr. Yang, what are you playing lately?" Come and sit inside, now the fragrance is in the room, otherwise it is easy to taste with tea. ”

Yang Ping clasped his hands together and replied with a smile: "The boss lady is now doing a big business, what are the good things, we have seen and seen, oh, this is my brother, this is Brother Chen, a compatriot from Wanwan." ”

The proprietress asked the three of them to sit down in front of a rose-pear-scented table, and the man brought in a bamboo and wood tea tray. She turned on the induction cooker to boil the pot of water: "What kind of tea?" ”

Yang Ping asked Chen Bentang: "What to drink?" We're two casual brothers. ”

Chen Bentang was very interested in the tea tray that combined with bamboo and stone: "This tea tray is really beautiful, well, is there a frozen top oolong?" ”

The proprietress got up and went outside to bring in a box of tea, put some into the purple clay pot, wait for the water to boil, dry for a while, and pour it into the teapot: "I sell tea here, of course I have frozen oolong." Xiao Yang, did you wear a string of first-line pharmacists? Does it smell like medicine? ”

"That's all legends, can you take it seriously?" Yang Ping took it down and handed it over, "Look at what this thing is." ”

The proprietress took it, but she didn't look at it, just took it, divided the tea in the teapot, and poured it for the three of them: "Mr. Chen, try it, this is your local tea over there." ”

Chen Bentang nodded: "Well, it's not bad, this tea tray is really distinctive." "It's still a little different from what he usually drinks.

Yang Ping drank it dry in one gulp and moistened his throat: "It's almost the same as Tieguanyin." ”

The proprietress and Chen Bentang rolled their eyes together.

Yang Bin finished drinking the tea and looked at the tea tray: "Brother Chen, there are this kind of bamboo and stone tea trays in several houses in the courtyard, don't you see it?" ”

Yang Ping nodded: "There are several, Brother Chen will pick one when he is interested in leaving." ”

Chen Bentang shook his head: "Oh, I'm so embarrassed, go back and take a good look, by the way, is the proprietress also selling this kind of tea tray?" ”

The proprietress poured tea for them and continued to add water to the purple clay pot: "I made this kind of tea tray last year, but this year it was out of stock, so I didn't make it again." Xiao Yang, your pharmacist is not like agate. ”

"The proprietress has good eyesight," Yang Ping stood up and touched around to see if the proprietress had any good things, "That's Hetian jade blue and white seed material, not a first-line pharmacist agate, and the oiliness is better than that of pharmacist beads." You look at the accessories, it's the only one in the country. ”

"Ah, what is this? Huang Longyu? "The hostess didn't see it.

Yang Ping opened the door of a display case, took off the Shih Tzu pot and looked at it: "Boss." Just finished praising you. Alas. That's Tianhuang frozen stone, the gram price is tens of thousands, this pot is quite good, how much is it? "This pot is not quite the same as the ordinary Shih Tzu pot, its body is very flat, plump and full, the curve is flowing, and the whole pot shape is harmonious. Fresh and delicate, painted with a leaf of lotus, kingfisher, big and clumsy, lovely.

"So expensive? Oh, the Shih Tzu pot you see is not cheap either, ninety thousand, and there is a certificate in the pot. The proprietress glanced at the pot in Yang Ping's hand and quoted the bid, "That's Mr. Qian's work." Famous Zisha is now taking money to wait in line, and such pots can't be lined up for two years. Some famous artists simply don't produce works, and they have to rely on relationships to ask for talents to do it. ”

Yang Ping hurriedly put down the Shih Tzu pot cautiously and made a kowtow movement: "This is going crazy, why is it not Gu Jingzhou's purple sand that is so expensive?" ”

"Gu Jingzhou? Haha, what do you want? However, Master Gu's purple sand was only a few hundred pieces in the eighties, and now it is in the millions. The proprietress returned the blue and white medicine master beads to Yang Ping, and was disgusted: "What are you doing strangely? Mr. Qian is one or two years older than you, and people have to queue up for an appointment for a pot. ”

Yang Ping was discouraged: "Alas, a bunch of mud people can earn more than 100,000 yuan by playing, and we only have to spend money." But that's right, why don't you have to line up with money for famous things now? Famous nuclear carving, famous calligraphy and painting, famous jade carving...... Another day, I changed my soft sister coin to a famous soft sister coin, and one dollar was used as a million. ”

The proprietress touched the jade bracelet on her wrist and smiled: "This is the prosperous age, these things will shine in the prosperous world, who will spend a lot of money to buy these when the food is not enough." ”

Yang Bin was fascinated: "Well, we should cherish the life in front of us......"

Several people looked at him in surprise, and Yang Ping gave a thumbs up: "Brother, you are the one who lives in the spiritual world, and the realm is the highest." ”

Chen Bentang concluded: "In fact, this is also a kind of hype, in our place, antiques are often used as money laundering, a piece of hundreds of thousands of blue and white porcelain can operate tens of millions of funds, drumming and passing flowers, it depends on who is the last unlucky egg." ”

Yang Ping disagreed: "First of all, this thing has its own value, and it is constantly appreciating. The little people won't buy these things, and there are two bad money to buy them, and after a few years they will double, and the people can only sigh. It's called oil dripping into the tank, and that's what art investing is all about. ”

"I can't see that you're quite angry," the proprietress teased, "Are you going to take care of my business this time?" ”

Yang Ping laughed: "That's for sure, that pot gives a reserve price." ”

The proprietress shook her head fiercely: "No, this is the price you quoted, others will add at least 20,000 yuan, and it is too difficult for the famous purple sand to enter." ”

Yang Ping sat back and leaned on the back of the chair leisurely: "Difficult to enter? I have a peach branch pot from Chen Mingyuan in the Qing Dynasty, does the proprietress know this person? ”

The proprietress is a little dizzy, who doesn't know Chen Mingyuan who makes high-end purple sand: "You know, the famous purple sand in the early Qing Dynasty, do you have it?" Sure it's the real thing? ”

Yang Ping put on the blue and white medicine master beads: "Almost." ”

Chen Bentang said again: "I don't dare to talk about other people's, I haven't seen a fake of Brother Xiao Yang's things, look at his fan, the appraisal column team of Jingbei Satellite TV is rushing to make a show, Xiao Yang, take it out and show it to the boss." ”

Yang Ping was helpless, so he had to take out a folding fan and hand it to the proprietress . Alas, Wanwan compatriots love to show off more than him, but fortunately, there is no culture in playing literature, and the proprietress only knows Mr. Daqian, and even Mr. Shanzhi doesn't know who he is, so she can't see the benefits of this face, and there is a lot less trouble.

The proprietress admired and returned the folding fan to Yang Ping, and tentatively said: "Xiao Yang, when will I bring the peach branch pot you said to me and I will appreciate it, well, I will exchange my pot with you, in this way, if it is genuine, how about I exchange Mr. Qian's two pots with you?" ”

The fewer old things in his hand, the better, Yang Ping naturally agreed. He paid attention to the fact that Chen Mingyuan's purple clay pot was sold at the Wanwan Kaohsiung Art Exhibition and Auction in June at 120,000 yuan, and Mr. Qian's purple clay pot was 90,000 yuan, and he also got a lot of cheapness.

The better, Yang Ping will come over tomorrow afternoon, and the proprietress will also find a few masters to identify together.

I didn't buy anything, and before leaving, the proprietress filled a bag of good tea, and Yang Ping sighed: "It's good to see where the buddies go, hehe." (To be continued......)