Wang Qiang didn't know anything about this kind of thing, and followed Lin Yi and yawned again and again, smoking cigarettes one after another.

Goku is also impatient in the cat bag, always trying to find a gap to get out.

"Lao Lin, I can see it, the oldest thing in this realm, except for the uncle who practiced the stall, belongs to that Ultraman.

Or let's go back, if you want to pick up the leaks in this place, unless you really meet someone who doesn't know how to do it, you will end up being pitted. ”

"Hey, this is different when you wear a gold talisman, you have a long ability!"

Lin Yi praised.

Wang Qiang spat out a smoke ring with a smug face.

"It's not that he has long skills, that is, Xue Wei has seen a little bit of the world, and these things can't get into the eyes of the master at all now!"

"Say you're fat, you're still panting! Okay, that's it for this ghost market, let's go, have a supper and go back to bed. ”

As he spoke, Lin Yi also took the lighter, lit one, and was about to turn around and leave, when a man's voice behind him stopped him.

"Master, please borrow your lighter for us."

The person who spoke spoke with a Xifu accent, which was still very different from the accent in Guanzhong.

Lin Yi didn't think much about it, turned around and handed him the lighter.

The man took the lighter, lit a cigarette, and put the lighter in his pocket.

"Ahem!"

Lin Yi pretended to be choked and coughed twice, and the man reacted immediately and patted his head.

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I forgot."

As he spoke, he returned the lighter to Lin Yi.

Then he squatted down and smoked, and the smoke rings were pouring back and forth on his left and right hands, looking preoccupied.

Take a closer look at what he's wearing.

In Xijing in March, it was still a little cold in the early morning.

He was wearing a jacket and jeans, squatting on the ground, and carrying a leatherette travel bag between his legs.

Even Wang Qiang could see that there was something wrong with this buddy.

whispered beside Lin Yi:

"I guess he's got something in this bag."

"Something?"

Lin Yi asked tentatively while half-squatting.

The man looked up, smiled reluctantly, and nodded.

"Can you show me?"

"Look."

The man put the cigarette to his mouth, reached out and pushed the bag to Lin Yi's hand.

Wang Qiang was about to stretch out his hand, but was stopped by Lin Yi.

"I'd better open it."

He did it for a reason.

In the antique shop, there is never a hand-to-hand deal.

This is especially true for objects such as porcelain.

I'm afraid that when the time comes, whoever loses his hand and falls to the ground, it will be unclear.

Like him, setting up a stall in a ghost market in the middle of the night, and putting things in bags, it is very likely that the seller set up a bureau.

In case Wang Qiang opens it, there are a bunch of broken porcelain pieces inside, and the seller says that you broke my things, the key is that these porcelain pieces are still real guys, and when the time comes, it will be the turn of the lion to open his mouth, and you can only admit it, and there is no place to reason.

This is all Lin Yi learned on the Internet along the way, and it is just right to use it here.

It's just that the man in front of him didn't seem to observe anything from Lin Yi's actions.

He unzipped it and took out a coarse cloth bag from it.

When unraveled, there are several stoneware clay pots.

"Look, it's all here."

After speaking, he spread out the furnishings and squatted to the side to smoke.

Lin Yi and Wang Qiang squatted down and turned on the flashlight to take a closer look.

Three flared crockpots.

First of all, it can be judged from the shape, texture, texture and color of the vessel that these crockpots are not modern products.

The characteristics are very consistent with the pottery shape of the Western Zhou Dynasty.

Western Zhou pottery is mainly characterized by bag-shaped feet, circle-feet, and flat bottoms.

The ornamentation is still dominated by the coarse rope pattern, and there are some scribing patterns, grate patterns, string patterns, carved triangle patterns, etc.

These three pieces of grey pottery reveal a clumsy aura from the inside out.

This is what connoisseurs commonly call "Wangqi".

As long as the "qi" is right, this thing is basically accurate ninety percent.

The most important thing is that these things have a kind of "rustic atmosphere" that has not yet been detached from clean.

It looks like it has just been dug out of the ground.

Could it be that you have met a companion?

Lin Yi gently put the clay pot in his hand on the ground, pulled out one from the cigarette case, and handed it to the old brother.

After the old brother took it, it was naturally clipped behind his ears.

Then he asked tentatively:

"Mingqi is here?"

"What do you mean?"

Seeing that he didn't pick up the stubble, Lin Yi didn't continue to ask.

"Oh, it doesn't mean anything, I mean, you can make a price for this thing."

"Do you want it?"

The old brother said excitedly.

"Yes, I want it, tell me a price."

"I knew that there were people in the provincial city who knew the goods, and I had been here for a few days, and no one asked at all. Don't say anything, I originally bought 2,000 yuan each, if you want it, 5,000 yuan, you can take all three. ”

To be honest, the price he offered was not too high.

This kind of clay pot that can determine the age, if the type is complete, will definitely not be this price.

It's just that there are three jars in front of me, and the mouth, foot and body of the can are all damaged and worn to varying degrees.

If you want to say that this thing is old, it is really old.

But on the boundary of Xijing, if you want to talk about "old", can you be old over the half-slope site? If it is not enough, there is also the Lantian ape-man site to the east.

Xijing was originally also the capital of the Western Zhou Dynasty, and Chencang, Xifu, also happened to be the base camp of the Zhou Dynasty.

It is not uncommon for people to produce a few objects from the Zhou Dynasty.

But if you want to make a lot of money with these few things, you can't even think about it.

Lin Yi is just practicing his hands now, in fact, he wants to know the origin of these gray clay pots.

But there are "three don't ask" in the ghost market, and this old brother doesn't understand anything at all, but his mouth is quite strict, so he has to give up.

"Okay, five thousand is five thousand!"

The old brother on the other side was overjoyed, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and clicked on his WeChat collection code.

Lin Yi smiled secretly in his heart.

I'm scared again, it seems that this guy really doesn't understand.

But all things like ghost market transactions from unknown sources are cash, and I am afraid that there will be problems in the future and I will be involved.

He's good, WeChat collects money, and his WeChat name seems to be his real name: Zhang Qiuli.

"I'm sorry, I don't have any money on WeChat, so let's get cash."

Lin Yi found a reason, took out the cash from his bag and counted it, only more than two thousand yuan, and then asked Wang Qiang to take some, scraped together five thousand yuan, and handed it to the elder brother.

The old brother tucked his travel bag in the middle of his crotch and squatted on the ground with foam and counted the money.

"Don't worry, you're indispensable."

Wang Qiang urged on the side.

The old brother nodded while counting the money, and after two times to make sure that there was no problem, he stood up, took out the burden from the bag, and handed it to Lin Yi.

"I'll tell you, we're all serious things, and he doesn't know how to do it."

Lin Yi smiled, handed over a cigarette and asked:

"How do you know these are serious things?"

"Let's dig it ourselves." The elder brother may have realized that he had slipped his mouth, and quickly changed his words: "Pick up, pick up." ”

After speaking, he didn't look back with his travel bag in his hand and disappeared into the night of the ancient city.

"This old boy, running so fast, we shouldn't be tricked by him, right?"

"Nope! Let's pick up this leak! ”

As he spoke, Lin Yi flashed his flashlight and reached to the inside of the edge of one of the clay pots.

Under the soil cover, there are several places of green rust that are difficult to detect.

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(End of chapter)