After eating some breakfast, I walked out for more than 20 minutes and arrived at the Confucian Temple Antique Market. The Confucian Temple Antique Market is a large-scale market centered on the Confucian Temple, not only antique shops, but also flowers, birds, and fish markets, pen, ink, paper, inkstone shops, religious goods shops, jewelry and jade shops, and so on. There are also a lot of stalls in the market, displaying a variety of antiques or handicrafts. Wang Rui is actually not an antique novice, he still knows a little bit, he has read novels about antiques before, and he has also visited museums, but they are all on paper, real antiques, he has never touched them, only a few ancient coins at home, which are ancient things he has touched. Entering the market, it is really dazzling, but it is not noisy, no one shouts, antiques are sold at a reduced price or something, and the people who linger in front of the various stalls also see more and ask less.

Wang Rui decided to start from the stall, hoping to pick up the leak. His mental power had recovered after a night's rest, but it was only fifty, and it took two or three points to consume each evaluation. So he had to save money. He didn't start with the first stall one by one, but simply strolled around, and he found a lot of things, almost every stall has them, such as almost the same blue and white porcelain bowls, carved silver bars, all kinds of jade pendants, and dark yellow ivory plates, he knows that such popular things, it is estimated that the stall owners wholesale them, fooling tourists and novices. After looking at it for a long time, he decided to look at it first, find some niche objects, and if he felt that it looked like it, there were no flaws, and then he would identify it.

In a stall, he saw a light green dish with three legs, he didn't know what it was called, he had seen something similar in the museum, and there was also the same ice crack, he picked it up and looked at it, and felt that there was no problem, and began to identify "modern crafts, produced in 1990", forget it, put down the things, he looked for something else, and saw a red bottle, and he didn't know what it was, it looked like an old one, and under the identification, "modern crafts, produced in 1993". Looking at it all the way, it looks like it and identifies it, and there are only five spiritual powers left, which are actually modern handicrafts. He was depressed, could it be that these stalls are all current handicrafts? I walked to a stall that sold used books, thread-bound books, villain books, books from the seventies. He observed one by one and found a somewhat worn thread-bound book, with the words "Dingxi Ancient Text" written on the cover, which he didn't know, but he knew the author Gong Zizhen, who had studied his miscellaneous poems in high school. He picked it up gently, first shaking it gently, this is what he learned today, shaking is to prevent the pages from getting wet and sticking, and accidentally breaking the book when he turns it. He opened it and looked at it, it was a transcript, and he felt that it was very much like the real one, and identified it, ""Dingxi Ancient Text" was written in 1821, and the author Gong Zizhen is Gong Zizhen's manuscript. It was actually true, and it was Gong Zizhen's manuscript, Wang Rui was happy in his heart, but he didn't show it on his face, and he was calm. Pretending to be careless, he asked the stall owner, "How much does this book cost?" "The stall owner is a middle-aged uncle, but also an old bird who has been setting up an antique stall for many years, as soon as he looks at Wang Rui, this uncle knows that this is a novice, although Wang Rui's face is calm, but the moment he opens the book, he still sees it in his eyes, this kind of uncle has seen a lot, he feels that he has a little culture, he knows a little, as long as he looks at it, he feels that he has missed it, and what he picked up is still a national treasure. As soon as Wang Rui asked, the uncle immediately said: "Little brother, good eyesight, this book, this is a celebrity manuscript of the Qing Dynasty, and it is the treasure of my town stall, but it is not for sale." Wang Rui was shocked, could it be that the boss knew the value of this book, so what else did he pick up. The stall owner continued, "Since the little brother has taken a fancy to it, so let's do it, 50,000 yuan, and the book will be yours." Wang Rui thought to himself, why don't you grab it, how can this book be worth 50,000 yuan, if it is valuable, how can it be placed together with a bunch of miscellaneous books at will, I'm afraid that if you take a book here, the stall owner will say so and ask for such a price. Thinking about it like this, Wang Rui understood, this uncle was fooling, Wang Rui said: "Uncle, do you think I look like a person who can buy a book with 50,000 yuan, just dress me, I don't have that economic strength, I just like the author of this book, if it's so expensive, I might as well go to the bookstore to buy a hardcover", the stall owner knew that Wang Rui must want to buy it, so he said, "Then little brother, you can make a price, and if it's suitable, I'll give it to you" Wang Rui thought for a while and said: "One hundred, one hundred I'll take it." The uncle glanced at Wang Rui and said, "That's not good, my book is an ancestral heirloom, so let's do it, 10,000 yuan, you take 10,000 yuan." "Two hundred, I don't want more." When the uncle heard this, he said in his heart, he is a novice in the antique shop, and this bargaining is a veteran, so he thought about it and said: "Three thousand, it's okay, this can't be let anymore." When Wang Rui heard this, he decided to get rid of it, stood up and turned around to leave, and when the stall owner saw it, he knew that it was going to be high, and immediately said: "Little brother, don't worry, it's not easy for me, you add more, if it's okay, the deal will be made." Wang Rui said: "Three hundred, if it doesn't work, forget it" "Okay, deal." Wang Rui gave the shopkeeper three hundred yuan, took the book, and turned to leave. The uncle was proud for a while, and thought to himself, what a Kaizi, this pile of books he collected from an old man who collected tatters for a hundred yuan, and now one book has been sold for three hundred, it would be nice to have a few more such fools.

Wang Rui was also overjoyed, this is a manuscript, I don't know how much it's worth, it must have been earned. Now there is no money, although this book is good, it can't be kept, it has to be sold, only when there is money, can there be funds and pick up more leaks. Tired and hungry after a morning of shopping, he decided to eat something first, found a noodle restaurant, and asked for a bowl of fried noodles. When the meeting came, Wang Rui suddenly remembered that this book now belongs to him, and he will sell it in a while, and now he has to absorb the energy in this book, but how to absorb it, he stared at the book and communicated the system in his mind, he felt a cool energy emanating from the book, along the arm into his body, and the voice of the system also sounded in his head:

Host: Wang Rui

Grade: Yellow mid-section

Competencies: Primary Identification, Primary Perspective

Mental Power: 150

Stamina: 50

Energy: 1000

The energy of this book is one thousand, I don't know what it is for, the level and spiritual power have also improved, what is the primary perspective, Wang Rui decided to go back and try it at night.

After eating the noodles, he decided to find an antique shop and sold the books, and he walked along the market and saw an antique shop, which was particularly eye-catching with its splendid decoration. The name of the shop was Keppel Court, and he decided to go in and try it, and when he walked into the shop, there was a beautiful waiter who said, "Sir, if you want to see something, let's just take a look." Wang Rui said: "Do you collect things here?" "Yes, sir, please come with me." She took Wang Rui to the door of a room upstairs, knocked on the door, and then took Wang Rui in, and then introduced to a middle-aged man on the main seat: "Brother Li, this gentleman wants to sell things" and then said to Wang Rui: "This is Mr. Li Qi, our appraiser of Jibao Pavilion." Li Qi glanced at Wang Rui and said to him, "Sir, please take a seat, your surname?" Wang Rui said, "Don't be surnamed Wang, Wang Rui." "The beautiful waitress poured a cup of tea for Wang Rui and took the door out." Mr. Wang, what do you want to sell, can you show me? Wang Rui took out the book and handed it to Li Qi, but Li Qi didn't take it, but looked at Wang Rui with a smile and said: "Mr. Wang is not an insider, antiques can't be handed over, porcelain may fall if you pass your hands, books may be torn if you pass your hands, you put it on the table, I'll pick it up and read it" Wang Rui blushed for a while, he really didn't know this rule. Li Qi gently picked it up and looked at it: ""Dingxi Ancient Text"? Manuscript book, I would venture to ask, how did Mr. get this book? Wang Rui was unhappy for a while, did he have to interrogate the origin of selling things? Li Qi knew that he didn't understand as soon as he saw Wang Rui's expression, so he said to him: "We have to ask about the origin of all the treasures we collect, mainly because we are afraid that there is a problem with the origin of the things and cause trouble, sir, please forgive me, there is such a question in the antique shop, if it is really inconvenient for Mr. to say, there is no problem." When Wang Rui heard it, he realized that he had misunderstood, and he didn't understand the rules. Wang Rui said: "There's nothing bad to say, I just bought it at an antique stall outside in the morning and used it to try my luck." When Li Qi heard this, he immediately said, "Are you sure that Mr. wants to sell?" Let me help you identify. Wang Rui said: "Sell it sure, as long as the price is right, sell it." Li Qi said, "Sir, do you think this book is real?" Wang Rui said: "I think it's true" "Can you tell me more about it?"

Wang Rui really can't say it, he doesn't understand, and the system doesn't say it carefully. Wang Rui said humbly: "I don't understand either, I just look like it." Li Qi said: "Then let me talk about it, first of all, this paper is Lianshi paper, which is the famous fine bamboo paper of the Ming and Qing dynasties. Produced in Fujian and Jiangxi provinces, the color is white, the face is smooth, the back is slightly astringent, there is no straw stick, dander adhesion, and the curtain pattern is about one finger. It is mostly seen in books after Qianlong in the Qing Dynasty, and this book was written in the late Qing Dynasty, and this paper is right. Secondly, this calligraphy, Gong Zizhen's calligraphy, influenced by the North Monument, is written thick and majestic, quite new, this calligraphy is also in line with his calligraphy deliberately, and then look at the preservation of this book, which is a mark of time, it is difficult to fake, so I think it is very likely that your book is genuine, but it is only a possibility, to be sure, you have to scientifically identify the paper. Wang Rui was a little confused, and he understood, it may be true, his knowledge of antiques is too scarce. He asked, "Then how much does Mr. Li pay for this book?" Li Qi said: "I don't know how much Mr. collected, and I don't ask now, if this book is genuine, the value should be above 150,000, but now I have to take a certain amount of risk, and we also have to make a profit when opening a store, so how about you look at 70,000." ”