After that day, the fat man regarded this place as his home, and was very interested in what I was engaged in, and usually helped in the shop.

There is nothing inconvenient for the fat man to live here permanently, when we went to school, we opened our legs in a quilt, and were laughed at by others and wore a pair of pants, which is so familiar that I can't be familiar with the buddy. But his passion for the profession was beyond my comprehension and intolerability. My main purpose in opening this shop is to cover up people's eyes and ears and find an excuse for what I am doing, otherwise I would have no reason to engage in large-scale archaeological investigations. In addition, it can be used to communicate with archaeological institutions and individuals at home and abroad to obtain some information. The last thing is to earn food for yourself.

And the fat man is completely energetic to turn the cultural relics as a career. When he learned that there was no real product in my shop, he immediately became furious and ran out to collect the goods. We have a few cultural relics markets here, but most of them sell dog meat on sheep's heads, and all of them are fakes, and even few of them are high-quality imitations. No one has taken out the real licensed goods to offer treasures.

A layman like a fat man can only be slaughtered in that kind of place. I guess he doesn't have much money to spare, so I just ignore it and let him go to school a few times, just to pay the tuition, which can dispel his thoughts, but I don't have the time and energy to spend on this. I didn't expect this product to be so stupid, he didn't know the goods, so he simply brought the seller to the shop.

Seeing the wonderful expression on my face, the owner of the goods held back for a long time before saying, "Qiangzi, what are you doing here, don't play like this." ”

I looked, good fellow, the fat man had brought everything from his storefront. I can't help it, I'm sorry to make a compensation, let him move things back. Thirty percent of the antiques on the market in our city have been identified by me, and I know all the antique shops that open them. The fat man's hand has made me famous, and I don't know what these people are talking about me behind my back.

I can't be so embarrassed, I have to make an agreement with the fat man for three chapters, and I will not do the appraisal of the cultural relics in his hands, let alone lead the seller to the shop. The fat man was also very simple: Yes, but you have to teach me how to identify antiquities.

Doesn't this make you tired? This job is purely based on experience, and I can't practice it without handling too many things, and I don't have any real things here for him to practice, so it's useless to just rely on words. I see the fat man's persistence, I'm afraid he won't give up easily, I thought about the long pain is better than the short pain, rather than being entangled by him and can't get out, it is better to spend a year and a half to teach him seriously.

Most of our antique shops here are mainly fakes, but that doesn't mean there aren't real things, and there are shops that specialize in real guys. I know that there are three such shops, one of which has a good relationship with me, the shopkeeper's surname is Wen, and the goods he can't get accurate come to me for identification. I decided to teach the fat man something there and familiarize him with what it feels like to be licensed. In fact, as far as I am concerned, I am reluctant to have a deep relationship with these antique dealers, most of whose goods are not clear about their origins, and even unclean things.

I was willing to give it to me, and the fat man stopped, and life gradually became regular. Of course, the new rules, my rules were completely disrupted.

The fat man and I went to the shopkeeper Wen every morning, saying that it was studying, but in fact, it was to inventory him. It's part of the deal, it's the price I have to pay every day to bring the fat man past. Shopkeeper Wen is very happy about this, my eyesight is more accurate than his, and I don't have to pay the appraisal fee.

In the afternoon, the fat man went to the cultural relics market by himself, anyway, there were all fakes, let him feel the difference between the two. I went back to the shop to work on my sand table model, which is a meticulous job, and I can't be sloppy, and I won't leave it to others to do.

One reason for making this panoramic model of the Yadan landform is the ancient legend of a local ethnic group. This legend is known to very few people, even within this nation, but in a long song in praise of national heroes, the shadow of this legend appears. I have collected and sorted it out, and I have roughly recreated this legend.

The date of the legend is unknown, but in that long song, it tells the story of the heroic prince of deep water who defeated the evil dragon in the land where the dragon was entrenched, when there were countless suns and countless moons in the sky. The dragon has eternal life in the land where it entrenches, and it cannot be destroyed. The prince of the deep water peeled his ribs and used them as a cage to imprison the evil dragon, so that it could not escape and bring disaster to the world. Similarly, the Prince of Deep Water can only stay here forever to suppress the evil dragon. And this Yadan landform group is the legendary dragon's lair.

Another reason for making this panorama model is a guess or a conjecture on my part.

Two months later, the fat man moved back with the first thing he saw with his palms. I almost spat on him, and solemnly warned him not to go out and say that he knew me.

It was so embarrassing that he moved back to a manger and swore that it was from the early Ming Dynasty.

I didn't take a step forward, and the huge stone manger took up a large part of the shop. The fat man turned a deaf ear to my statement that he should move out immediately, and since the day of the fight, I have never entered or exited through the main entrance, and I really can't afford to provoke these two goods.

This thing has been in the shop for a few days, and he doesn't feel good, it takes up too much space, and his body is thick, and he has to turn sideways when he goes around. After he tripped over a manger once, I took the opportunity to persuade him to dispose of it. With a big bag on his head, he immediately went out to find a buyer to move the manger, and said regretfully: "The first business was lost." ”

I curiously asked him how much money he lost, and he said that it was not much, and the manger did not lose money, but the freight was not settled. I thought about it, this manger is probably not as valuable as the freight, what is this called?

As soon as this incident passed, the fat man received another thing, which was an ancient book, which was said to be a rare book.

He took this rare book and asked me to appraise it. I couldn't get pestered by him, so I had to take it and look at it and say to him, "Look at the paper is a thing with a vintage." ”

The fat man was triumphant when he heard this, and felt that he knew the antique business well, and he could take charge of it alone.

As soon as I saw his attitude, I knew that there were some things that had to be explained to him clearly and thoroughly, otherwise he would have to suffer a great loss.

"Just because I'm telling you that it's a vintage doesn't mean it's genuine. A thousand-year-old thing is called a year, and a five-hundred-year-old thing is also a year-old thing, and the knowledge in this is greater. I haven't studied ancient books, calligraphy and painting, but that doesn't mean I don't have relevant knowledge, it's just that I haven't gone deep into it. It seems to you that I know more than you in this regard, but in the eyes of true connoisseurs, you and I are the same, both laymen. ”

The fat man asked puzzledly, "But you can at least see that it's an old thing." ”

"Let's not talk about the methods of doing old nowadays, just early fakes make it impossible for you to distinguish the real from the fake." I can only explain to him carefully: "For example, Tang Yin's paintings, since the beginning of the Tang Dynasty, some people have copied them, and there are endless fakes, and there are people who have faked them until the Republic of China to the present." The forgery of the Song Dynasty is an old thing, but can you say that it is the real thing? There are very few people in China who can really distinguish the authenticity from the fake, and you have only been in contact for a few days, do you think you can really see it? ”

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