Yun Xiaoshi was frightened by my eyes, and he was stunned and at a loss.

forcibly resisted the urge to smoke the little fool's ass in front of the whole Pan Homeland, and tried to maintain the identity and compulsion of my Pan Homeland Principal: "Huang Guanyang."

"Yes!"

"If you can't die, get out of here!"

Although Huang Guanyang's vein was chopped, it was not serious, and he would not be able to hang up for a while.

really hung up, and that also fulfilled his good name.

After listening to my words, Huang Guanyang tiptoed back to kill without saying a word, pressed the vein of his left hand tightly with his right hand to stop the bleeding, and quickly picked up various objects on the stall with his left hand.

At this moment, Yun Xiaosil also came back to his senses, and quickly came back to push away Huang Guanyang to pick up things.

"Wait!"

Suddenly, I stopped Yun Xiaosilly: "Do you see this rouge glazed chrysanthemum plate? The pretending to be an annual kiln. Modern chemical pigments are used. Later, it will be boiled in tea roasting and salted water."

"Ten old birds, ten fooled!"

When these words came out, Guo Haiqiang's eyes on the other side of the booth quietly moved.

Yun Xiaosil's face was hesitant, and he looked at the Nian Kiln chrysanthemum plate in his hand blankly, and instinctively said, "But the weight is the same."

I didn't hurry to take out a pair of needle-nose pliers from my bag, and took the chrysanthemum plate of the New Year kiln and clamped it hard!

Boom!

The valuable New Year's kiln chrysanthemum plate was suddenly removed.

Exclamations suddenly rang out from all around.

Year kiln.

It was the official kiln in the early years of Yongzheng, and the pottery supervisor served by Nian Xiyao.

Nian Xiyao is Nian Qianyao's own brother.

In the fourth year of Yongzheng, the clothed slave Nian Qianyao, who thought he was a high-ranking master, was given to die, and in the next year, Nian Xiyao was praised by Yongzheng as the governor of Tao.

During his tenure in Nian Xiyao, he relied on his chemical knowledge and successfully solved the century problem of replacing imported materials with domestic enamel materials through various experiments. On the basis of the original, more than a dozen new pigments were created.

Since then, enamel has also become a royal feature of the Manchu court.

In addition to the miraculous achievements of enamel color, Nian Xiyao has also made great achievements in the innovation of other porcelain.

One of the most famous is rouge glazed porcelain!

This type of artifact is very thin and can catch up with the jade of Hindustan.

Because Nian Xiyao has only been in office for four years, the Nian kiln he created is now difficult to find, and the price is naturally ridiculously high.

Of course, this pastel rouge chrysanthemum plate can't be compared to the phoenix.

Moreover, he is also a fake!

Others saw that I had no discipline and no quality to clip the chrysanthemum plate, and they couldn't help but talk about it.

But I didn't care, unceremoniously and unsparingly clamped the chrysanthemum plate into several pieces, and finally kept a fragment in my hand: "See?"

Yun Xiaosilly's lost apricot eyes suddenly froze, and there were tears on his face, but his mouth was high: "Splicing goods!"

"It's okay, and it takes a lot of work. It's just that the old people are too rubbish."

These words came out, but Guo Haiqiang's eyelids twitched slightly one meter away, but he was still sitting with a golden knife, unmoved.

I casually threw the chrysanthemum plate on the ground and kicked Huang Guanyang.

He took another Qianlong enamel color bowl from Huang Guanyang's hand, and lightly buckled the edge of the bowl with his middle finger: "The same splicing goods." The workmanship is first-class, the old is medium and upper, and it can hit the face of 80% of experts......

"The downside is that the sound is wrong!

"The problem is still with the old people."

"Trash!"

Guo Haiqiang slowly raised his head, and two arrogant eye swords hit me in the face for the first time.

Crackling......

As usual, I crushed the small enamel bowl, leaving two pieces of porcelain and threw the rest in front of the stall. Kick Huang Guan again.

This time, Huang Guan was obedient, picked up a Song Dynasty black glaze vial on the stall, and smashed it directly into several petals.

With each smash, I report the Achilles' heel of each object.

With each Achilles' heel, the surrounding exclamations grew louder.

Guo Haiqiang's face will also change a little.

"Add sea salt, pretending to be sea porcelain. The workmanship is good, but the old method is poor. Garbage!"

"Blank money, re-burning, it's all good, it's still a matter of old. It's unbearable."

"This is awesome, the real tire is fake, or the Yongzheng Dynasty, this thing alone is worth a three-bedroom house in the fifth ring......

"It's the same person who painted this thing as the one who painted the phoenix. Ten experts and ten eyes and medicine."

"It's all good, it's still the old man."

"I'll grab two handfuls of rice and a liter of chaff, and throw a few rabbits into it, it's better than him!"

continued to criticize the mockery of the old man, making Guo Haiqiang's face darker and darker every time.

When the last sentence came out, Guo Haiqiang couldn't help it anymore: "Who are you?"

"Lao Tzu is your father!"

These words directly shocked countless onlookers around.

Poof!

Yun Xiao smirked, wiped away the tears from the corners of his mouth, and suddenly, the tears rushed out of his eyes again.

Guo Haiqiang raised the corners of his eyebrows, and said with a sneer: "My father died a long time ago. Die older than you."

I opened my mouth in a loud voice: "That Lao Tzu is your father's resurrection, teaching you a lesson to the Guo family who can't even make a home in the old days."

"Lose the face of the porcelain capital Guo Yao King."

Soar down!

Guo Haiqiang's face was gloomy, and the gloomy owl's eyes erupted with endless horror: "Do you know me?"

I said coldly, "If I didn't know you, then how dare I be your father?"

Hahaha!

Ho ho ho ho!

Poof!

The scene immediately burst into laughter!

Huang Guanyang stamped his feet and laughed, and wrapped tape around his wrist like a madman.

Rumble!

Guo Haiqiang rose from the ground, turned into a spear, and plunged straight into the yin sky of Yandu, his pupils radiating a thousand angry flames: "Are you the Xia family?"

"That's not right. The Xia family doesn't have a person like you!"

"......Who the hell are you?"

Guo Haiqiang didn't dare to say anything more.

As long as he dares to speak, I will dare to be his father again.

"My surname is Xia, I live next door to Xia's house! My surname is Tong!"

At this moment, countless vendors around me called out my name: "Mr. Tong! Child labour! You're back!"

"I haven't seen you in a few days."