Zhang Yang deliberately mentioned that the bronze mirror would be put into the museum exhibition in the future, originally to give the old village chief a sense of participation.

Maybe you can impress the other party, and then take the initiative to find an antique.

But Zhang Yang miscalculated how bad the current environment for receiving goods in the countryside is.

This should have been the last peach blossom source for collectors, but I didn't expect that people's hearts are not ancient!

"You're from the museum?"

"That's going to have to pay for it!"

The old village chief smiled, revealing a somewhat mutilated half of his yellow teeth.

The reasons he gives sound a little plausible:

"What you can reimburse for buying cultural relics is all the funds allocated by the above."

"The oil and water in here, that's called a lot, how much does it mean?"

Librarian He pretended not to understand, wanted to fool the past, and replied:

"Where does the oil and water come from in the museum, our museum, the belt of our pants has been tightened, and it barely goes out of business."

", when I was the village head, I went to the countryside with the experts of your museum, I don't know if there is oil and water in it?"

"My third uncle's house has a blue and white bowl for feeding chickens, and they all spent more than 30,000 yuan to buy it......"

In the eyes of the old village chief, how much is a bowl worth?

Experts must be greedy when they spend a lot of money to collect it.

When Zhang Yang heard half of his words, he knew that the old man was completely a layman's speculation.

The person who buys things should be a vendor, who has made up the name of a museum expert.

The specialist of the real museum still costs 30,000?

Bring the police, even if it is Yuan Qinghua, five hundred yuan will be taken away for you.

As for why Zhang Yang spent money to buy it, who let this be in Sanchuan City, he couldn't speak well!

"A bowl of 30,000 yuan has to be sold for at least 300,000 yuan, right?"

Wei Fuguang muttered to himself on the side, and the pile of gold coupons in his hand suddenly became unfragrant.

Zhang Yang was more straightforward, and asked his cousin directly:

"Uncle's third uncle, is his house far from here?"

"It's not far, it's only a few minutes away."

"Then let's go over and have a look, in case there's a bowl like that."

Zhang Yang glanced at the old village chief, sighed, shook his head, and turned around directly to walk outside the courtyard gate.

It's just a bronze mirror of the Jin Dynasty, so there's no need to waste too much time.

There may be other big goods in the village!

"I haven't paid for the things here!" The old village chief shouted behind him.

"You can keep it for now, we have limited funds, so let's go and collect the goods first."

Zhang Yang's answer also reminded Wei Fuguang.

He quickly put down the old money in his hand.

There must be colored sculptures of the Yuan Dynasty in the village, who wants this toilet paper!

Seeing that Zhang Yang and his party really left the courtyard one after another and walked towards his third uncle's house, it was not pretending to bargain, and the old village chief finally panicked.

He hurriedly picked up the bronze mirror with the red rope tied to it and followed.

……

The third uncle of the old village chief is much younger than his nephew.

The people in the village called him Wei Laosan.

Probably in his fifties, he looks very shrewd.

He was sitting on a stone threshold, smoking a long old-fashioned pipe, clattering and smoking.

Wei Fuguang's cousin knew him very well and greeted him warmly:

"Wei Laosan, are you still smoking? Don't be afraid to smoke to death! ”

"If it's your dog's day......

"Huh? You......"

It was still because Wei Fuguang, a junior, was next to him, and after showing his face and saying hello, the two of them converged a little.

After clarifying the meaning, Wei Laosan hung his pipe behind the chair, put his hands behind his back and said:

"Wait, I'll go get the baby."

"What baby?" Zhang Yang asked in advance: "If you have a bronze, forget it." ”

"How do you know I have a bronze?"

Wei Laosan turned around and looked at Zhang Yang suspiciously:

"My nephew told you?"

"There really is!" Zhang Yang smiled, he turned his head and asked his cousin, "You guys don't have bronzes from house to house, right?" ”

"How do you know I have bronzes in my house?" The cousin asked with the same look of surprise.

"Do you have one at home?"

What's the situation?

Zhang Yang and Librarian He looked at Wei Fuguang in unison.

What about a good paradise?

There are more fakes than Linhai Antique City, right?

"Let's take it out and have a look at it first."

Wei Fuguang urged Wei Laosan.

When the other party entered the house, he immediately began to "interrogate" his cousin:

"Third uncle, where did you buy your bronzes?"

"Ancestral!"

"Have you changed your ancestor?" Wei Fuguang asked angrily.

"My mother said that there are three generations of poor peasants in your family, and when they were the poorest, the three children only had a complete set of clothes."

"There are ancestral bronzes, and my grandfather will resist not selling them, but let you go to elementary school with your bare ass?"

"You, you ......"

was exposed, and my cousin was a little annoyed and wanted to refute it, but his brain was blank.

When he was searching for words, Wei Laosan came back.

"You guys take a look at this first, I still have some treasure to get it."

"Buzz~" sounded, and a chime full of patina fell to the ground.

Flaunting and calling good guys.

Anyone who has been to the Hubei Provincial Museum can recognize that this is purely an imitation of Zeng Hou Yi's chime.

And it's a low-end imitation.

Zhang Yang's scalp was numb when he saw it, whose dojo was this?

Is the base of the Hedong Group built in this village?

At this time, the voice of the old village chief suddenly came from behind him:

"He doesn't have a word on it, and it's not as valuable as mine!"

"That's true." Zhang Yang agreed: "Your tripod is huge, and it will definitely be more expensive if you sell it by catty." ”

"How can bronze be sold by catty......"

The old village chief still wanted to debate with Zhang Yang, but was separated by Librarian He.

As an assistant, Librarian He is very professional and directly gives the other party an ultimatum:

"The price has already been quoted, and I will pay if you sell it."

"If you don't sell it, don't come and harass our curator."

"Curator?" The old village chief quietly looked at Zhang Yang's back: "I, I'll think about it again." ”

Thinking that the old village chief could take out the bronze mirror, Zhang Yang sank his heart and waited to see Wei Laosan's final collection.

Two minutes later, the other party walked out with a blue and white porcelain plate.

The plate was filled with copper coins from various periods, as well as a few silver dollars.

Copper coins received in the countryside are always real, right?

With such an idea, Zhang Yang plans to pick one and see if there are any very rare varieties.

I didn't expect the first Yuan Datou to get my hands on, as soon as I took it, eh, the weight is wrong!

If you look closely, the material is exactly the same as the old version of the dime coin, which is made of aluminum-magnesium alloy.

Aluminum-magnesium alloy is two thousand pieces a ton.

Such a fake is really cheap and environmentally friendly.

Zhang Yang hurriedly handed the things back.

"Big brother, just these few silver dollars, if you go to the market in modern times and use them, it is estimated that they will be hung up and beaten."

"And it's with a belt."

"Cut!" Wei Laosan sneered: "It's as if I haven't been beaten." ”

He knew that he couldn't deceive Zhang Yang, so he quickly took out all the copper coins on the plate and put them in his pocket.

Then he pointed to the bottom of the blue and white porcelain plate in Zhang Yang's hand:

"Look at it, it's a real baby."

What? [Great Tomorrow New Year System]!

Moreover, it is a popular "double circle foot" in the early Kangxi period and the official kiln in Jingdi Town, with two circles of feet inside and outside.

This kind of "hybridization" is simply spiritual pollution in the eyes of connoisseurs.

"Big brother, do you have any real things in your house, if not, we will leave first." Zhang Yang wiped his eyes and pointed to the path behind him.

(End of chapter)