Zhang Heming and Siqi moved to live in a villa, where life is more comfortable, safe and fresh than the building.

Today, when Zhang Heming was folding Siqi's clothes, the mobile phone in his pocket rang.

It's a WeChat person's addition of friends, Zhang Heming clicked agree, and just agreed to send a message on the other side.

"Hello, are you the senior brother of the Removal Hall?"

Zhang Heming said in his heart, how could anyone know about him, he would tell Zhang Heming that he was introduced by others.

Chen Shihong asked Zhang Heming to come out and talk face-to-face, so Zhang Heming agreed, and made an appointment to meet at a time and place.

When he came to the teahouse, Zhang Heming met Chen Shihong, who needed his help.

Chen Shihong couldn't believe it when he saw such a young Zhang Heming, he was the master he said.

After a few words of greeting, Chen Shihong told him what had happened to him.

Chen Shihong is the owner of an antique shop, he loves to play antiques, and he will go to the countryside every time to buy antiques.

Once again, when he went to the countryside to buy antiques, he met an old man.

It was Chen Shihong who was trading the ancient bowls left at home with a grandmother, so he bought them back.

At the same time, there was a man in his sixties, dressed as a peasant, and after seeing Chen Shihong, he walked over a little embarrassed: "Excuse me, do you collect antiques here?" ”

Chen Shihong hurriedly said that he would accept it.

The old farmer immediately nodded: "I have a little thing here, can you see how much it is worth?" ”

After speaking, the old farmer brought Chen Shihong to the side.

Chen Shihong looked at the hidden and tucked something, and the old farmer carefully untied the black leather bag.

"This is what I dug up the other day when I was digging in the field, can you show me how much this thing is worth?"

Chen Shihong said that he would take a look at the things he brought and then give him an estimate, and if it was good, he would accept it.

The black leather bag was opened, and it was wrapped tightly in plastic sheeting for fear of breakage, and it seemed that the old farmer regarded this thing as a treasure.

However, when the old farmer opened all the plastic sheets, Chen Shihong's eyes suddenly became hot.

Under the plastic sheet, there is actually a whole green vase, Chen Shihong is very happy, this is a vase made of high-quality jadeite, which is made of whole raw materials, the workmanship of this vase is very fine, and the feel is very warm to the touch.

Chen Shihong can guarantee that this Tang Sancai vase is valuable.

As an antique dealer, Chen Shihong still has the basic common sense that he likes not to be invisible.

Chen Shihong tried his best to suppress the excitement in his heart, and casually picked up the Tang Sancai vase and took it up to observe it carefully.

As soon as I came into contact with the vase, a warm feeling flowed from my fingers to my whole body.

This feeling is right, and the appearance is also right, Chen Shihong said in his heart that this old farmer's luck is good, he actually dug such a good thing in the farmland.

Chen Shihong studied it carefully over and over again, but in the end he couldn't find the slightest bit of cattiness.

In Chen Shihong's impression, he has seen a similar Tang Sancai vase in the Xi'an Museum.

It was a Tang Sancai vase unearthed during the Tang Dynasty, when the Tang Dynasty had just paid attention to the carving of jade.

Although the Tang Sancai vase in Chen Shihong's hand is the best, according to his own judgment, if it is genuine, there are still seven or six million.

Of course, it is not excluded that you will be eye-catching.

"Boss, how's it going?"

The old farmer looked at him worriedly: "How much do you think it is worth?" ”

Chen Shihong hesitated for a moment and said: "This Tang Sancai vase is already a good thing, but there is a flaw under the bottle, and some of the price drops are missing." ”

The old farmer said: "Then boss, how much do you think this is worth?" ”

Chen Shihong looked at the old farmer and said, "You can make a price!" ”

The old farmer was a little moved and said, "200,000 yuan, what do you think?" ”

Chen Shihong put the Tang Sancai vase back and smiled, and agreed in one bite, this Tang Sancai vase of 200,000 yuan has arrived, and he has made a lot of money.

"Okay, no problem, I don't have that much cash on me now, so let's give me my bank card number, I'll transfer it to you, what do you think?"

Seeing that he was so cheerful, the farmer agreed, smiling happily, and the villagers next to him cast envious glances at the old farmer.

So Chen Shihong returned to his antique shop with the culture he had picked up from the countryside.

Since receiving this Tang Sancai vase from the countryside, he has begun to be unlucky.

First, when I went out to cross the street, I always heard someone shouting my name.

But when I turned around, I couldn't see my acquaintance at all, and because of this, I was almost hit by a car several times.

Even after eating, he had food poisoning, and when he went to the hospital, he was injected and gastric lavage, and he was half dead.

At first, I thought I was unlucky, so I went to the temple to pray for myself.

Once Chen Shihong was drinking outside and came home, and when he was just lying in bed and sleeping, he heard someone crying in the house, crying very sadly, and it made people's hairs stand on end in the middle of the night.

At that time, he was scared into a cold sweat, and he walked out of the bedroom in fear, looking for the cry and arrived in his study.

When he came to the outside of the study, he was sure that the crying was coming from his study, so he opened the door and the crying disappeared.

Once again, when he was consulting materials in the study, he subconsciously turned his head to look at the glass cabinet where he placed Tang Sancai's vase.

It didn't matter if he saw that there was a human head on the mouth of the vase, and he was startled by the dispersion of the cape.

When he fixed his eyes and saw nothing, he thought that he was dazzled and didn't care very much.

When he got up in the middle of the night, he heard crying again, still from the study, so he opened the door of the study with courage.

Looking for the sound, he came to the glass cabinet where Tang Sancai's vase was placed, and heard the cry coming from the vase.

He was frightened for a moment, and then he took the vase and showed it to his friends what it was so strange to be afraid.

A knowledgeable friend told him that he had received something unclean, and the friend told him that this Tang Sancai vase was a vase made of women's ashes mixed with clay.

This startled him, and his friend gave him a notice. A pit was dug in the ground, and the vase was temporarily buried, and a layer of quicklime was covered on top of it, so that the yin energy of the vase could be absorbed.

At the same time, he is desperately looking for a buyer, trying to get rid of it as soon as possible.

Since he buried the jade lantern, his life has been stable for a while.

But the good times didn't last long, that is, a week later, when he went out in the morning, he saw a lot of burning ashes of paper at the door.

At first, I thought that an old man was burning paper in front of my store to say goodbye, but I didn't care, and I was going to clean it briefly.

But when I was cleaning, I found a colorful portrait of a golden boy in the ashes, which turned out to be a bundle of paper burned for the dead.

Then, for several days, there were traces of paper burners in front of the store, but it may have been because of the strong wind, which blew all the paper ashes away.

So he told his knowledgeable friend, and his friend told him to send the vase away, or throw it away, or if it didn't work, he would smash it.

He was really afraid of this vase, so he threw it away, but when he returned to his home, he was afraid that it was still at home.

Whether it is thrown, smashed, or buried, it is useless, this vase will appear at home, and he also sent this vase to the barren mountains and mountains to bury it, but it still appears.

He really had no choice, the whole person was about to collapse, so he found Zhang Heming and asked him for help after being recommended by others.

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【To be continued ......】