At present, this porcelain is a blue and white landscape figure pattern lid jar, with a complete set of jars with lids, not small, with a straight mouth of the jar, a short neck, and a circle foot. The lid has a flat top, a slightly folded edge, and a ring grip knob.

The whole body of the can is decorated with blue and white landscape figures. The blue and white flowers are delicate and verdant, fresh and bright, and have the artistic effect of ink painting. The picture is layered and three-dimensional, but at a glance, Wang Ding also knows that this thing is not an antique, but a new imitation of the blue and white figure of the Kangxi year.

Since it was not what he liked, Wang Ding no longer cared about their bargaining, and when he wanted to leave, a touch of aura approached him.

As the aura approached, Wang Ding turned around, and what Wang Ding's eyes saw was a clay pot placed in the corner of the stall.

If it weren't for the traction of the aura, no one would have discovered this corner. In general, stall owners usually put things that they don't like in the corner of the place, and this jar is undoubtedly it.

It was a swarthy flat-bottomed earthenware jar covered in dust and mud, and on the surface, it was black with no other glaze, and the pulp didn't seem to be very obvious, a bit like an old thing.

Seeing that the stall owner and the foreigner were at the end of the day, and the business was not negotiated, Wang Ding interjected, "Boss, show me the black jar on the side." ”

Wang Ding squeezed to the side of the clay pot and said.

"Here you go!"

The stall owner was not careful with the black jar at all, picked it up with one hand, and took it directly.

As the stall owner treated the black jar like this, the people next to him could guess that the clay pot would not be a good thing.

But after Wang Ding took the jar in his hand. but did not despise it. There is an aura. That's not going to be bad!

Take a closer look at the jar. This is a pot-bellied and thin-mouthed pottery, about 30 centimeters high, dark and smooth, without any ornamentation on it, it looks a bit like a rural pickled pickle jar, but it is just one size smaller.

But as soon as Wang Ding got his hands on this object, he was happy in his heart, and the size of this thing was not small. But the weight is extremely light, such a large jar, only one or two catties in weight, reached out and touched the inside of the jar, and felt very smooth. Without a trace of tricky feeling, Wang Ding also confirmed his guess.

"Wang Ding, you can't fall in love with this, right?"

Sally just saw the foreigner and the stall owner bargaining and giggled, and when the foreigner left, Sally came to Wang Ding.

Seeing a black jar in Wang Ding's hand, he immediately said sarcastically without good words.

"yes. I'll take a look first, I'm not sure. ”

Wang Ding didn't dare to tell Sally directly that it was a good thing. Listening to Sally's sarcasm that her things were not good, the stall owner became energetic and pointed to the jar.

"Alas, little girl, what you say is not right, this thing of mine is not a broken thing, tell you, this is a black pottery from the late Neolithic Age, a living antique......"

"Still black pottery? I think it's pickled pickles at best, don't you think? Sally just likes to make trouble, and she really has a few foreigners applauding her encouragement. made the stall owner's face red, black, unhappy,

"I said, brother, it's okay if you don't buy it, you must not ask your friend to talk nonsense, if it's like this, I won't sell you this thing."

"What do you mean, boss, I'm afraid that people will say good things, I'll take a look at this." Sally also went online, grabbed the clay pot, held it in her hand, and said disdainfully, "Ah, how light? It's not made of iron, is it? ”

As she spoke, Sally knocked it with her hand, and the jar made a "dangdang" sound of gold and iron, which was not like porcelain.

The foreigners all stretched out their hands to the stall owner, and they all felt that this guy was deceiving. An atmosphere of condemnation was gradually about to form, and Wang Ding was busy stopping it.

"Okay, okay, buying and selling this thing is a willing to fight, a willing to suffer. It's really okay to take this tin jar back and pickle pickles. I'm sorry, boss, my sister is not very polite, you still have to take care of it, so let's do it, I won't make a mess of you, I'll buy this jar, can you make a price? ”

"You want to buy it?"

The stall owner was also stunned for a moment, where is this Wang Ding singing, the stall owner really feels unfathomable.

I thought that if I was sneered at by everyone, this black pottery would not be sold for half a year, but this stupid boy still wants to buy it.

It seems that the young man is too sincere, there is no way, if you want to kill, you have to kill like this.

The stall owner raised his head and said, "It's still a young man, you know the goods, this thing is the black pottery of the Neolithic Age, and the age of this thing is much earlier than the Kangxi blue and white lid jar, but we are all our own people..."

"Gotcha, yes, if you're introducing me, the stall owner, it's really equivalent to slapping me in the face, you don't see me, my sister is going to tear me up, you just say how much is your pickle jar?"

"Hey, hey."

The stall owner was suddenly embarrassed, and smirked, "Okay, since you are so sincere, brother, I will also give you a real price, three thousand yuan, what do you think?" ”

When Wang Ding heard this, he immediately laughed and said: "Boss, it's just that you fooled that foreigner just now, you really think I'm also a layman!" Are you sure you sell this thing for 3,000? ”

As soon as Wang Ding's words fell, the stall owner knew that Wang Ding was not easy to deceive, but many pairs of eyes wanted to kill him, and the stall owner hurriedly explained, "Hey, my price is a little higher, but don't be unhappy, do you buy and sell, do you buy and I sell, and discuss back and forth." If you think it's right, then you make a price, how much can you take? ……”

The stall owner is very shrewd, although he has taken advantage of the peak in public opinion, but he still refuses to let go of the price, and the price he opened is high, so he asked Wang Ding's price, if Wang Ding wants to buy it cheaply, then he just keeps quiet, so as not to let everyone say that he is black.

Wang Ding looked at the clay pot and shook his head, "Why am I looking at it so awkward now, cough, I'll ask for two hundred yuan......

The stall owner spent five yuan to get it from a farmer's hand, but after hearing Wang Ding's words, the stall owner immediately made a sad look, "I said brother, I spent 1,000 on it, I told you 2,000, thinking about earning some travel expenses, you can do it, open two hundred, should you want to take it away for two hundred?" I won't say more, just a thousand yuan, I only took this thing as if I had confiscated it, if you want to take it, if you don't want it, I will put it with me, who told me to collect a loss! ……”

The stall owner knows the ins and outs of doing business. Zhilu said that he couldn't let go, he offered the lowest price of 1,000 yuan, and his words were sincere, and he really deceived many people.

It's just that he can't deceive Wang Ding with this trick, but Wang Ding is willing to ask him to earn a few hundred more yuan, so that the two families are happy, how good.

"Okay, boss, a thousand yuan, RMB, I want it!"

Wang Ding deliberately made a simple appearance, Sally would rush up and hit Wang Ding's arm with a small fist, but it seemed that Sally was pounding hard, but it was only when her fist came up.

Because Sally knew that Wang Ding Danfan was really optimistic about this thing, then it would not really be used to pickle pickles.

Wang Ding counted 1,000 yuan directly from his wallet and handed it over, and after the stall owner took the money, he couldn't hide his smile, and the things collected for five yuan were sold for a thousand at once, which made a lot of money.

He quickly took out a cardboard box, put the clay pot into the box, stuffed some plastic foam and other fillers in the middle, and then found a rope to tie a knot, and the stall owner quickly handed it over to Wang Ding, for fear that Wang Ding would regret it.

"See you again, brother......"

"Yes, see you again. Nabs. ”

Wang Ding said and left the booth with Sally.

When I got out of this corner, I walked forward thirty or forty meters. It wasn't until she couldn't see the stall that Sally stretched out her hand to stop Wang Ding, looking curious.

"Quick, Wang Ding, tell me, what is this thing you bought, and why did you spend a thousand yuan to get it?"

Sally stood in front of Wang Ding, pulled Wang Ding, and said.

"This thing..."

Wang Ding hugged the box with both hands, this object is expensive, I didn't expect that Pan Jiayuan would have this harvest next time, and it was a worthwhile trip.

"This thing is called black pottery. The age may be the Late Neolithic Shan# Donglongkou culture period, or it may be the black pottery of the Longshan culture period. ”

"Ah, maybe the stall owner is right?" Sally couldn't believe it.

Wang Ding smiled, "It's not that he is right, it is possible that he is right, if he knows that this is really black pottery from the Neolithic period or the Longshan culture period, do you think he will sell it to me for a thousand yuan?" You're so kind. ”

"Huh. Yes, then tell me about this black pottery, I want to hear it. Is it worth the money? And why is it so light like a tin sheet! ”

"This is to talk about the production process of black pottery, black pottery its production process is more sophisticated, delicate, delicate and unique than the original painted pottery, as early as about 2000 years ago when porcelain was produced, Chinese black pottery has reached a level of craftsmanship comparable to porcelain, not only delicate and delicate, the value of this thing, than a blue and white porcelain, is much more expensive. Speaking of this black pottery, I would like to tell you about a Chinese historical figure. This person is Mr. Liang Siyong, the son of Liang Qichao, Mr. Liang Siyong is an archaeologist, he led an archaeological team to find a rare pottery more than 4,500 years ago in the mountain # Dongri # Zhao cultural site - high-handled hollow eggshell pottery cup, the pottery cup is unglazed and black and shiny, the tire is thin and hard, the thickest wall is only 1 mm, the thinnest point is only 0.2 mm, and the weight is only 22 grams. The black pottery we saw wants to go to that one, it's already heavy! ”

"So amazing?"

"Yes, since then, black pottery has become a typical representative of Long# mountain culture, also known as "standard black pottery", embodies a simple and simple ultimate beauty, with a high degree of artistry, occupies an important place in the history of Chinese arts and crafts, and is praised by the archaeological community of the world as "the most exquisite production of the earth's civilization four thousand years ago". (To be continued......)

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