Holding things in the wind, he ran back to his house.

Qian Guifang was guarding her broken stove to cook porridge with invisible rice, and his father Li Daqiang was holding a broken bowl to take medicine.

His 10-year-old brother is grabbing a steamed bun with his 8-year-old sister that has been sitting for an unknown amount of time.

When they saw him come back, they all looked at him curiously.

"Brother, where have you been?"

Li Chengfeng annoyed them, so he ran inside the house to close the door, out of sight and out of mind.

After making sure that no one outside would chase in, he crawled to the table next to him and carefully took out the clay pots.

He saw the clay jar at a glance that day.

The clay jar itself is not a big deal, two fists in size, covered in ashes, and it is not as strange as their broken bowl.

But around this clay pot, there are some less noticeable Jomon patterns.

The pottery of the Qin and Han dynasties was mainly gray pottery, with a small amount of black pottery and red pottery.

This kind of pottery is generally made of clay strips and plates, and it is made of wheels.

The shape of the vessel is round and regular.

In the early period of the Western Han Dynasty, a small number of containers had an inconspicuous Jomon pattern, and after the middle of the Western Han Dynasty, the Jomon pattern became extinct.

If Li Chengfeng did not admit his mistake, this is a clay pot in the early Western Han Dynasty.

It's just that because it's been too old, no one may recognize it, and it finally fell into the hands of the old man Li, and the old man Li didn't take it seriously.

Fortunately, Li Chengfeng was idle and bored, and walked around.

He didn't expect that this kind of luck would crash into him, but since he did, he must firmly grasp the opportunity.

He carefully placed the broken porcelain piece on the table, then took out the tools he had bought.

The most important thing in the restoration of cultural relics is care and patience.

The slightest mistake can ruin everything.

It stands to reason that Chengfeng should pick a time when no one will quarrel and no one will find it to do this restoration work.

But he couldn't wait.

He will suffer more than one day of such a poor and sour day.

Thinking to himself, he took the adhesive and carefully joined together several pieces of broken porcelain.

The adhesive in the 80s was not so easy to make, and he bought it was not a professional adhesive, which was a bit difficult to operate and a little ugly.

But Chengfeng still did not dislike it, and still patiently overlapped them little by little, leaving no gaps.

After the glue is done, it is time to fill the gap.

Inevitably, some broken pieces could not be found, so he used the yellow clay outside, and carefully mixed a little gray mud and sand into it.

Restore the color as much as possible.

Then it is sanded and worn, and the original rope pattern on it is adjusted.

By the time he had done everything, the sun had sunk from east to west.

Li Chengfeng leaned on the side of the bed tiredly, looking at the pottery he had repaired, and the whole person had an indescribable sense of satisfaction.

As a restorer, the greatest achievement in this life must be to look at those broken cultural relics and slowly restore them to their original state under their own hands.

If he could, he would have liked to keep it away.

After all, it is pottery from the early Han Dynasty, and it is rare to see it in this life.

But after thinking about his current dilapidated home, he sighed, found a slightly more tidy box, and put the pottery up.

Now at the mouth of this Qingbei Hutong, there are a lot of antiques, but the one above has to be Uncle Wang Jin at the intersection.

Wang Jin was the director of the Qingbei Museum before, and he has handled countless treasures.

After retiring, there is nothing else to do, just at the mouth of this alley, helping people pour antiques.

Don't look at this small place, there are a lot of people here.

Among them, many of them are big businessmen in Qingbei, the kind worth millions, just to find him to pour an antique, so that he can take it out and put it on the surface.

When the wind passed, there were already a lot of people gathered there, and when I looked at it, it was all the surrounding neighbors.

I don't know what they're looking at.

Li Chengfeng reluctantly squeezed in.

In the dim light, I saw a young man dressed in Zhou Zheng holding a magnifying glass, looking intently at a small bowl of blue and white porcelain.

There was a middle-aged man standing next to him, and he said to the man with an anxious face: "Dr. Zhang, do you see clearly, is this thing real or fake?" ”

The person named Dr. Zhang did not speak, but Uncle Wang on the side smoked a dry cigarette and swore solemnly: "The Tang Dynasty is rich in small bowls, the green material is rich, so that it can be decorated with cyan caryophyllum flowers, and there is also the inscription of Tang Xuanzong at the bottom, this is the blue and white porcelain of the Tang Dynasty, it can't be wrong." ”

Wang Jin spoke confidently, and the spectators next to him were also anxious.

"No, Boss Chen, where did you invite this expert, okay!"

It turned out that the middle-aged boss of the fortune was called Chen Daquan, a wealthy businessman from Hong Kong.

knew that his father-in-law liked antiques, so he took advantage of the other party's seventieth birthday to deliberately come here to pick a gift to please his father-in-law.

For this reason, an expert was specially invited from Qingbei University.

However, they walked around Qingbei City for several days, and saw that their seventieth birthday was approaching, but the gift still did not come to fruition.

Chen Daquan, who had been looking at his father-in-law's business, was a little breathless.

At this time, listening to the urging of the people around him, he suddenly said with some impatience: "Dr. Zhang, is it okay?" No, you just say it sooner, don't waste my time, okay? ”

Hearing Boss Chen's urging, Dr. Zhang hesitated for a long time before he spoke: "This looks like blue and white porcelain from the Tang Dynasty, but there is something wrong with it." ”

When Boss Chen heard this, he hurriedly said, "What's wrong?" ”

Dr. Zhang hesitated: "Blue and white porcelain was produced from the Tang Dynasty, because of experience, so the blue and white porcelain of the Tang Dynasty was coarse and loose, beige gray, poor sintering, and the bottom glaze was yellow in white, and the enamel was coarse. ”

"But this blue and white porcelain is smooth, white as jade, and the cyan caryophyllum is as gorgeous as new."

When Uncle Wang on the side heard this, he immediately retorted: "Hearing you say this, do you mean that my thing is not an antique, it is a shoddy counterfeit?" ”

Wang Jin has opened an antique shop here for so many years, and it is the first time he has heard that someone has said that his things are fakes, and he immediately became a little unhappy.

The doctor hurriedly said: "No, no, no, I didn't mean that, judging from the degree of wear and oxidation of this small bowl, this is indeed an antique, yes, I just ...... It's just a little bit unclear why there is such an error. ”

It seems that he also feels that his theory is ridiculous, and the more he speaks, the quieter his voice becomes.

And Boss Chen next to him was completely impatient and snatched the small bowl.

"It's not for a while, don't you understand, what kind of doctor from Qingbei University, I think you're not as good as a rag, you wasted so much of my time."

After Boss Chen finished speaking, he raised his head and smiled at Uncle Wang next to him: "I'm sorry, Boss Wang, I'm delaying your time, I want this blue and white porcelain bowl." ”

"It's just, it would have been better to have done so sooner."