After listening to Zhang Yang's words, Baoyou instructed his son to pack up his things without saying a word.

I don't talk about it, because I can't talk about it.

If you want to blame poverty, he can only blame poverty for limiting his imagination, and directly quote 100 million, maybe the statement just now can be continued.

It's also good luck for this treasure friend.

If you meet during the company's live broadcast, Zhang Yang has to ask the other party, "Let's go, let's not talk?" ”

But on the ground, there is still to be an expert.

He took the initiative to stand up and help the other party clean up the agarwood: "Come, I'll help you." ”

[The anchor is really lacking in virtue, hahaha]

[Look at this uncle's face is blue]

[I guess this person lost too much before, so he wanted to make a fortune with a piece of wood]

[This person is a typical spice gambling dog]

"Alright, next!"

Zhang Yang stretched out his hand and took the collection handed over by the next treasure friend:

A palace lamp.

The palace lamp is known as the first lamp in China, which can be seen from the collection of Baoyou.

Originally, it was just a luxurious version of the lantern, which was placed under the eaves, in the pavilion, and used for ceiling lighting, but every detail was in every place.

"Baoyou, this one of yours must be used by the queen or the prince, right?"

Zhang Yang saw the dragon pattern and the double dragon bead pattern on the wooden shelf of the palace lamp, and instantly realized that things were not simple.

"Neither, but my ancestor was a member of the Qing Dynasty."

"So this thing is a gift from the imperial ......" Zhang Yang nodded and agreed, "It's very reasonable." ”

"In the Qing Dynasty, palace lamps did have examples of being given to courtiers as a luxury."

Zhang Yang took a closer look, Baoyou's piece is not only a luxury, but even a luxury.

Because of the material of the lamp shelf, the choice is authentic Hainan Huanghuali.

It is no wonder that the palace lamp of the Qing Dynasty can be claimed to cost as much as "ten thousand gold".

Just the material of this lampstand, put it now, it is worth hundreds of thousands.

"Teacher, I have no doubt about the authenticity of this thing, just in my father's hands, I have been collecting it for decades. I mainly want you to help see which emperor gave this out. ”

"Could it be that your ancestors have produced several court officials?"

Zhang Yang thought to himself, didn't he say that his ancestors were rewarded by the emperor, such a good thing, there should be a written record.

How can you still tell the difference?

Unexpectedly, Baoyou's answer was:

"From Kangxi to Qianlong, two are two and one is a product. They have all been given palace lamps, but they have left this one. ”

[Good guy, the Manchu version of "Full of Loyal Martyrs"]

[The second-grade official in the Kangxi period, this buddy's ancestor is not Han nationality, right]

[The ancestors have been rich for three generations, and now it is his turn to be poor]

[It seems that the ancestors have no sense of distress, otherwise some treasures will be buried in the ancestral house]

"This piece of yours was made in the late Kangxi period, but which emperor gave it, I really can't say."

"How much is it worth now? Teacher, can you help me estimate the price? Baoyou asked.

"Individually, about half a million."

"Is a broken lamp so expensive?" Some onlookers exclaimed.

"I'm not broken, don't talk nonsense." Baoyou hurriedly retorted, "Teacher, can I participate in your auction then?" ”

"Of course, just leave your contact information here." Zhang Yang pointed in the direction of Xiao Tang, his tone was relaxed, and his heart was also very comfortable.

Don't underestimate this 500,000 palace lantern, as long as it is sold, the auction will receive at least 100,000+ commissions.

One piece earns 100,000 yuan, what about 100 pieces, 1,000 pieces?

That's how the snowball of wealth came about.

……

"Teacher, how do you look at my ancestral treasure, how does it compare with the one just now?"

The words of the next treasure friend originally surprised Zhang Yang.

is so confident, you have to benchmark the previous 500,000 baby?

But when he saw what the other party put in the wooden box, he immediately understood that he was not fighting for treasures, but for ancestors.

In a more civilized way, he fights for the heritage of his family.

"This pearl is good, how many grades is the ancestor?"

Zhang Yang actually knew the answer, but he deliberately asked this to see if Baoyou was really an ancestor.

"It has to be a second grade, otherwise I wouldn't dare to touch the brother just now, right?"

"It does seem like a bit of a rhetoric." Zhang Yang nodded, he can know that the agarwood pearl is something that can only be worn by officials above the second grade, even if Baoyou is not an ancestor, then at least he has studied it.

"Have you counted the beads?"

"I've counted it, it's exactly 108."

When Baoyou answered, Zhang Yang also picked up Chaozhu, leaned in and smelled it.

The tan beads exude a faint fragrance, which is much more fragrant than the agarwood log brought by the old man before.

This is the charm of the beads, which can show the characteristics of the wood itself to the greatest extent.

Between every twenty-seven agarwood beads, a slightly larger jade bead is used to separate the pearls, which may be simply for the sake of looking good.

The same design also has the jade Buddha head, the back cloud, and the tourmaline twist, so that the whole string of pearls looks colorful and very decorative.

"Teacher, this agarwood is okay, right? When I moved a few years ago, I found it in my grandfather's relics, and I don't know how to maintain it. ”

"There's no problem, anyway, this kind of pearl is not good, you can find someone who specializes in maintaining Buddha beads in the back to help you get it."

Zhang Yang handed the pearl back to Baoyou and sighed softly.

"It's a pity, it's also a second-grade product, and there is a gap between the treasures of the inheritance."

"Your piece of pearl is from the late Qing Dynasty, and the current auction price is probably about 60,000."

"So low?" Baoyou was a little incredulous, "That's all for the second grade?" ”

"Almost, even if it is a second-grade courtdress, it is only tens of thousands of yuan now, and the clothes are only worth this price, not to mention your 'ornament chain'?"

"Then if it's an official's official seal, isn't it expensive?" Baoyou continued to inquire.

The tone of his voice was evident that there was one item in the house, but it was not at his disposal.

"It depends on the material, but I guess it's made of bronze, right?"

"Yes, brass, none gilded."

"That's estimated to be half the price of your pearl."

"Half ......" Baoyou muttered a few words to himself, and nodded to himself, "That's okay, it seems that I have the most valuable share." ”

"By the way, teacher, I heard that you can see anything, help me see this."

Baoyou temporarily wanted to add an item, although it caused the dissatisfaction of the aunts in the queue behind, but the green dragon tattoo on his neck was still a bit deterrent.

The aunt muttered a few words, urging him to hurry up.

Baoyou didn't delay, and took out a small cardboard box from his bag.

"This was also found in my grandfather's relics, a box of Pien Tze Huang."

"Oh?" Zhang Yang saw what Baoyou took out and became interested.

Pien Tze Huang, isn't this the magic medicine of Hokkien people?

Zhang Yang remembered that in May this year, Pien Tze Huang raised the secondary price and rushed directly to the hot search.

It is said that it has risen to 760 yuan a pill.

Baoyou's piece, the yellow-white outer packaging has the brand name of [Zhangzhou Pien Tze Huang] written on it.

The specification is a box of ten, but Baoyou's grandfather has used up two, and there are eight left.

"No problem, the production date of 1993 is very clear, do you have any questions?" Zhang Yang looked at Baoyou.

"I really don't understand, we here in Jinmen, no one seems to use this medicine, it's been thirty years, can it still be used?"

"If the packaging is not broken, it can be used. And the one from thirty years ago is more expensive than the new one now! ”

Seeing that Baoyou really didn't understand, Zhang Yang could only tell the other party the news he had hearsay:

Pien Tze Huang, like many Chinese patent medicines, such as Angong Niuhuang Pill and Sanwhip Pill, is more valuable the older it gets.

Like this kind of medicine from 30 years ago, Zhang Yang heard that someone was willing to exchange three new drugs for an old one.

That's 2,000 yuan.

"So valuable?" Baoyou said overjoyed.

His next reaction was even more interesting - he directly pushed back the one that Zhang Yang handed back.

"Teacher, I'll give you this one."

"Baoyou, this thing is not good for medicine, the omen is not good." Zhang Yang waved his hand, he is not a person who lacks these three melons and two dates, of course it is impossible to accept them.

"But this medicine clears away heat and detoxifies, and it can also protect the liver ......."

Baoyou also wants to pull Zhang Yang.

Unexpectedly, the aunt who was already waiting behind her couldn't help it, and patted him on the shoulder: "Are you afraid that the teacher will lie to you, so give him a medicine and let him test the poison for you?" ”

"What are you talking about?"

"Then what do you mean by shoehorning into someone's house?"

Seeing this, Zhang Yang immediately borrowed the slope to get off the donkey and inserted the conversation between the two:

"Baoyou, I believe in you, but our experts can't accept gifts, this is the rule."

"Okay then...... Baoyou nodded, "Thank you for your hard work." ”

"Eh, you're welcome." Zhang Yang waved his hand politely and sent this generous friend away.

The aunt at the back of the line hurried up.

She held a wooden plaque in her hand, wrapped in cloth.

When opened, you can see a simple vertical plaque with the following in the middle:

[(same purpose) to reward the blue feather]

Meaning: Ordered to wear blue feathers.

Lan Ling was a reward given in the Qing Dynasty to officials below the sixth rank, including guards who served as errands in the imperial palace and palace, or low-ranking officers with military merits.

In addition to the main text, there are also small characters written next to it, "The auspicious day of September in the third year of Tongzhi (1864)" and "Wu Fengji is respectful", indicating the time and person.

When Zhang Yang saw the word "" at the beginning, he already felt that it was an old thing.

Then the age given by the item information and the time of the plaque are a pair of numbers, then this plaque is an old object, and it has not run away.

The question is: "Baoyou, where did you get this thing?" Ancestral or bought? ”

Zhang Yang was very curious about this.

"Ancestral, of course."

"The ancestral heirloom is good...... Then my next question is, isn't this kind of plaque hanging above the door of the ancestral hall? ”

As Zhang Yang spoke, he flipped the plaque to show the details on the back.

"The two holes on the top should be used to hang nails. You see, when I touch it, there is rust on my hands. ”

"Oops!" When the aunt saw this, she exclaimed, "Teacher, your hands are dirty." ”

"Come on, come on, I'll wipe it for you, hurry up and ......"

As he spoke, he took out the paper from his pocket and tried to help wipe the dirty finger clean.

"No, no." Zhang Yang practiced waving his hand, and stepped back half a position before avoiding the claws of the aunt.

"Don't change the subject, this thing should be from the ancestral shrine, right?"

"Why?" The aunt asked rhetorically, "Can't it be hung in your own home?" ”

"Who hangs this in the family...... Zhang Yang smiled helplessly, "This is this person named Wu Fengji, maybe your ancestor, or the ancestor of some unlucky bastard, who felt that it was very honorable to be rewarded by the emperor, so he specially carved it out and hung it on the door for others to show." ”

"I'm not unlucky." The aunt was very conversational and retorted, "Isn't it okay for you to be an expert?" Why do you care so much? Besides, this is indeed my ancestral, and my surname is Wu. ”

Of course, treasure experts can only identify, but there is more than this identity.

He's also an expert in heritage conservation.

If there is a problem with the origin of this kind of people, or the brand of the ancestral shrine, can it be regarded as an ordinary collection?

"Auntie, you tell you the truth, did you steal the brand of the ancestral shrine at home?"

"If you take your ancestors' things, can that be called stealing?" The aunt didn't pretend anymore, and said with a heartbeat, "They didn't let me enter the ancestral hall, I suspect that the treasures in the ancestral hall have been quietly divided by them, and now I take a plaque too much?" ”

[To be honest, it's not too much]

[Supporting the aunt, not allowing you to enter the ancestral hall is really outrageous]

[Barrage: Have so many people never seen the ancestral hall? ] It's just that women and children are not allowed to enter.]

[These people are black for the sake of black, I think local customs should be respected]

The barrage quarreled, and the attitude of the audience at the scene was also divided into two distinct factions, some supported the aunt, and some felt that the aunt was unreasonable.

With the support from others, the aunt confidently asked Zhang Yang to quickly estimate the price.

Zhang Yang shook his head decisively and told her:

"The plaque of your ancestral hall, there is no problem with the age, it is the three years of Tongzhi written on it.

"But there's no way to estimate it."

"I'm running an auction, and things like yours are legal risks and can't be circulated in the market."

"I also advise you, before no one finds out, hang up and go back. You, you have already shown your face in the live broadcast room, and when the time comes, the village will call the police, and you will be able to catch one by one. ”

"But ......" Aunt still wants to quibble.

Zhang Yang pointed to the policeman patrolling in the distance, and successfully made her give up the idea of raising the bar.

It's theft, and there's no reason to talk about it.

However, I have to say that my aunt still has a keen sense of smell for things, and the old plaques of the Qing Dynasty with such a payment and time have been sold for more than 8,000 in some auctions before.

Considering that her ancestor was a petty official who was given Lan Ling, this plaque may be the most valuable thing in the entire ancestral hall.

……

It may be that Zhang Yang can identify medicinal materials, and at the end of the treasure appreciation activity in the morning, a treasure friend suddenly took out a box of seahorses from his trouser pocket after identifying Tian Huangshi in his hand.

He said he had just called and asked his family to send it.

"Teacher, I'm going to give a gift to a friend, I'm going to sell it half and give it away, you can help see if there's any problem."

"Yes, are you selling it as a seahorse?" Zhang Yang asked as he watched.

There are a total of six species of seahorses in China, and it is generally believed that only the three-spotted seahorse and the seahorse have medicinal value.

As for the specific value, of course, it is to warm the kidneys and strengthen the yang, disperse knots and reduce swelling, etc.

In a nutshell, it can cure "the disease of the widow".

"Yes, it's a seahorse, or a wild one."

"You know it's wild?" Zhang Yang glanced at Baoyou in surprise, "Then your gift is a bit valuable?" ”

"Hehe, the main thing is that the wild medicine is good." Baoyou thought that Zhang Yang was talking to him about aphrodisiac, with an expression of understanding his brother.

In fact, Zhang Yang is conspiring in his heart, how to judge the sale of wild seahorses, a second-class protected animal?

(End of chapter)