Wu Cuilian's house.

After Zhang Yi went out, Uncle Chen received another black glazed string pattern Arhat bowl. The thing also looks pretty good, and it's in very beautiful condition.

Before coming to Shimoji Village, the two had discussed.

If the things are collected together, the two of them divide them equally.

If it's collected separately, it's your own.

Therefore, after Zhang Yi went out, the Arhat bowl that Uncle Chen received was Uncle Chen's own, and the purple clay pot that Zhang Yi received was Zhang Yi's own.

At this point, there will be no disagreement. After all, even if they are brothers, they still need to settle accounts.

After going back.

Zhang Yi held a purple clay pot.

"Uncle Chen, can you help me take a look, how about this purple clay pot?"

For this purple clay pot, Zhang Yi is still looking forward to it, after all, it was obtained with "treasure hunting"!

"By the way, I look at the bottom and there is a very beautiful bottom, it seems to be a seal book, Chen Mingyuan."

The Luohan bowl in Uncle Chen's hand almost fell to the ground steadily, he grabbed it tightly, looked up and asked Zhang Yi with an unexpected face.

"Who are you talking about?"

"Chen Mingyuan, what's wrong, is he famous?"

"I'll see!"

Obviously, hearing Chen Mingyuan's three words, Uncle Chen was very excited.

Moreover, it is still a rare degree.

While watching, Uncle Chen began to explain.

Chen Mingyuan is an extremely famous purple sand artist in Yixing during the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty. He was born in a purple sand family, and his achievements in purple sand pot art are extremely high, and he is definitely at the master level.

The purple sand tea sets and elegant toys that came out of his hands are dozens of kinds, not to mention them.

But.

It's just because it's so famous.

Since ancient times, there have been a lot of imitations of this style, but the workmanship of this purple clay pot is excellent, even if it is really an imitation, it must be from the hands of craftsmen with very good craftsmanship.

In this regard, Uncle Chen has no way to be sure.

He knows everything, and his eyesight is also very poisonous, but he can't reach the level of an expert.

So.

Whether this purple clay pot is Chen Mingyuan's or not, we can only wait until tomorrow morning, when I wake up, Zhang Yi uses his right index finger to identify the ability, and we can only know.

After autumn.

The weather turned cold, and it was even colder in the mountains at night.

Zhang Yi and Uncle Chen live in Wu Cuilian's house, his family has a guest room, and Wu Cuilian and his husband have already cleaned up the house.

When I was about to go to bed, there was a strong wind outside, and I felt that the humidity was heavy, as if it was going to rain.

It's a day of running and it's very tiring.

Uncle Chen drove two or three hundred kilometers, and without resting here, he began to collect antiques, and it was estimated that he was even more tired, so he just lay down and fell asleep after a while.

Zhang Yi took out his mobile phone.

I don't know why, in a quiet environment, he suddenly wanted to send a message to Xia Qianxun.

But who knows, I sent it several times, but I didn't send it.

A closer look reveals that the phone has no signal at all.

There was no way, he smiled bitterly to himself, and had no choice but to sleep.

At night.

Zhang Yi woke up once.

Because it was raining heavily, the raindrops hit the glass and rattled.

By the time I got up in the morning, the rain had stopped.

However, the mountain is still foggy, and looking into the distance, you can see the mountain fog flowing between the mountains, and the scene is very magnificent.

Here, there is a kind of isolated fairyland, the same beauty.

Zhang Yi got up earlier, and when he got up, he found that the door of Wu Cuilian and his husband's house was open, but there was no one in the house.

Early in the morning, where did they go?

Zhang Yi went out, and there happened to be a villager who hurried to the west of the village and passed by here.

"Uncle, where are you going?"

The villagers stopped.

"It's Boss Zhang!"

"Just last night, it didn't rain heavily, something happened to the old Wei family, and the house at the head of the family collapsed!"

"Are you alright?"

"I don't know, I'll take a look now and see if I can help."

"Okay, then I'll go with you too!"

Zhang Yi followed the villager and hurried to the west of the village.

When I got there, there were already a lot of villagers, and Wu Cuilian and her husband were also there.

Seeing Zhang Yi passing, Wu Cuilian and his husband both walked over.

"Boss Zhang, you're up! The old Wei family's house collapsed, and the big guy was trying to help move his family's things out. ”

"Are the people in his family okay?"

"It's okay, just Lao Wei alone, he saw that the house was about to collapse, so he ran out! It is...... Lao Wei has a son who went out to work, and it has been almost seven years since he went out, and he hasn't come back. I don't know if I lost it or didn't want to come back. The old house collapsed, and Lao Wei didn't even have a place to live......"

"That's it, the big guy thought, help raise money and build a house for him."

"It's okay if people are okay, and the money for repairing the house will also count as my share!"

Zhang Yigang finished speaking.

In my head, the voice actually came again.

"Excuse me, are you looking for treasure within 100 meters?"

What's going on and why is it being reminded here?

Between doubts.

Zhang Yi said secretly in his heart.

"Treasure hunting!"

Followed by.

Zhang Yi felt as if he was being pulled by a force, and he walked in the direction of the collapsed house of the old Wei family.

Got a little closer.

Zhang Yi's gaze fell on a wooden board that was broken in two.

"The treasure within 100 meters has been found!"

What is the situation, how can a broken wooden board be a treasure within 100 meters?

Zhang Yi suddenly looked puzzled.

Can't be mistaken?

"Boss Zhang, it's all mud over there, don't go over to help, just let the villagers help Lao Wei pick up!"

There are villagers who remind.

"It's fine!"

Zhang Yi responded.

After walking over, Zhang Yi picked up the wooden board and looked at it, could it be that this wooden board is a precious material?

It seems to be an ordinary paulownia plank, the most ordinary wood, the wood is very soft, easy to break, and easy to have scratches and deformation, nothing special.

But.

After Zhang Yi picked up the plank.

He saw that under the plank, there was a jar.

This jar is covered in mud.

There is also a large handful of bean sprouts in the jar, which seems to be the porcelain jar used by the old Wei family to produce bean sprouts. Seeing this, Zhang Yi couldn't help but feel a thrill.

Could it be that the treasure within a hundred meters is this jar?

That's right, it's definitely it!

Zhang Yi pulled the jar out of the mud.

And then.

I got some water from a nearby puddle and washed the jar.

Remove the mud.

The original appearance of the large jar was revealed.

This large jar is blue-blue in color as a whole, and the color is darker. In addition to the turquoise blue, there was another color, like two blood-red fiery clouds, that seemed to flow throughout the porcelain, and at first glance the color of the object was dull.

However, appreciate carefully.

You will feel that the beauty of dynamics, the beauty of change, makes people feel very comfortable.

Zhang Yi knows.

This kind of porcelain is called Jun porcelain.