Song Yi solemnly got up and arched his hand towards Zhou Lao and Qian Yang: "Next, it's all up to the two!"

Qian Yang got up to return the salute and followed Elder Zhou towards the long table. The appraisers in the room were already standing in front of the long table, and more than a dozen items were lined up from one end of the long table to the other, and the appraisers lined up in turn, which did not seem crowded.

Qian Yang walked to the far left side of the long table, lined up behind several appraisers, and planned to start with the first item at the front, but he didn't want to wait for two quarters of an hour.

The appraisers were afraid that they would not look carefully enough, so they would pick up an object and observe it for a long time, until they couldn't stand the urging gaze of the person behind them, and then reluctantly walked to the next item.

Finally, it was Qian Yang's turn, but the first item on the table surprised him.

"This can't be a wrench, right?" Qian Yang tossed and turned with the things in his hand, no matter how divergent he was, he really couldn't think of anything other than a wrench.

There is no doubt that this is a kind of installation and disassembly tool that he can often see in his previous life, which is called a live wrench. The wrench is covered with rust, and you can barely make out the words 12-300mm on it through the rust.

Qian Yang quietly put the wrench back in its place, and then stared at the back of the monk's head with a burning gaze. The monk's spiritual sense was far beyond that of ordinary people, and the man couldn't help but feel a spirit, and then he pretended to be unaware and continued to play with the clay pot in his hand. Qian Yang pursed his lips and had to continue to wait helplessly.

When Qian Yang picked up the clay pot as he wished, and looked at it carefully, he showed a blank face. The first time he saw the clay pot, he thought it was undoubtedly an old object, because the new one would never have been so ugly.

The surface of this clay pot is black and rough, even the shape is crooked, without the slightest beauty, and there are a few old knocks at the mouth of the jar. Qian Yang felt that this was the broken jar used to pickle pickles in the homes of poor people in ancient times.

This kind of broken jar shouldn't be considered an antique, right? Qian Yang carefully thought about the reason why prehistoric antiques contained aura. Prehistoric antiques are because they condense a lot of human effort in the process of making, circulating, and playing, so they have spirituality, and only with spirituality can they absorb aura in the new environment.

I don't think much effort went into making this jar, and no one would ever play with such an ugly jar, so it shouldn't be considered a prehistoric antique.

But from another point of view, if this jar appeared in the eyes of the world in his time, then it would be worth two dollars, right? Since it is valuable and indeed an antiquity, does it mean that it should also contain an aura that matches its value?

This is what confuses Qian Yang.

Gently putting down the clay pot, Qian Yang closed his eyes and slowly recalled the introduction of prehistoric antiques in the jade slip, but still did not find an answer.

"It seems that there are too few books I have read!" Qian Yang shook his head and was about to give up, when a scene suddenly appeared in his mind.

That was a year ago, when he was still looking around for a way to break through the third layer of Qi refining. Tang Xiaoguo once took him to visit Ye Shuran, and Ye Shuran once said something like this when introducing prehistoric antiques: "The higher the spirituality of the antique, the more aura it absorbs over the long years, and it is usually simple to think that the higher the value of the antique before the disaster, the higher the aura content." ”

That's it!

The only condition that determines the aura content of an antique is its spirituality, and the value is only a reference for a rough estimate of its aura content.

Specific to the clay pot in front of you, since it has no spirituality, it is absolutely impossible to contain aura, and its prehistoric value cannot be used to speculate on the content of aura. In other words, its value in prehistory is not its value as a collector's item, but its value in other ways.

Qian Yang suddenly brightened, and at the same time, he sincerely admired Ye Shuran, this bookish senior sister didn't know how many books she had read, and she had to understand them all to make such an incisive summary.

Qian Yang suddenly smiled, he stayed in front of the clay pot for a long time, and the eyes of the monks behind him ploughed sparks on the back of his head.

"Do you use this trick?" Qian Yang stopped and continued to walk forward.

The next few items are lackluster, in Qian Yang's opinion, these messy objects are basically the fragments of ancient farm tools, the head of a sickle, the blade of a plow, and a few things that can't be seen are all similar things.

However, a bracelet ranked in the ninth line made Qian Yang's eyes shine, this bracelet should be silver, it was worn a little excessively, and most of the places on it were blackened. Through the black rust, you can faintly see the simple flower and leaf carvings. The bracelet is excessively thin, exaggerated, as if it had been broken into a circle with a piece of wire.

Qian Yang flipped through his memory, and he really couldn't find the bracelet information that was so simple, but the color, texture, oldness, and engraving on the bracelet were in line with the characteristics of old silver, as for judging the age, it was not something that Qian Yang could do.

Put down the bracelet and move on. No. 10 is a somewhat worn blue and white porcelain bowl, if you ignore those old openings, just looking at the shape of the vessel is unexpectedly well-proportioned and beautiful. The outer wall of the porcelain bowl has no ornamentation except for the two string patterns on the edge of the mouth, which looks plain and elegant. The interior of the bowl is frescoed with a lifelike monkey, and the painting is very exquisite.

Qian Yang slowly turned the bowl over, only to see that there was a seal script at the bottom of his feet, "Daqing Dao Light Year System"!

"Wow!" Qian Yang was so shocked that he almost dropped the bowl on the ground. The official kiln blue and white porcelain bowl in the Daoguang period! This thing is worth the money, right?

Qian Yang hurriedly checked the information, such a bowl type is a common chicken heart bowl, but he didn't find a bowl with a monkey.

"Shouldn't there be? This monkey looks quite familiar, must you have seen it somewhere?" Qian Yang thought hard.

"Huh, familiar, could it be that?"

Qian Yang changed his angle and finally turned out the monkey in a corner of his memory.

"Well, that's good! it's really worth a lot!" Qian Yang put down the porcelain bowl and continued to walk forward.

Ignoring the next spring and an oversized screw, Qian Yang stopped in front of a somewhat strangely shaped sleeve-shaped piece of silver. Also silver, this sleeve-shaped thing is much more delicate than the previous bracelet. It is carved with a crane pattern carved by the hollow method, and its back seems to have been inlaid with some gems or something, but it has been lost, leaving only an unsightly hole.

Qian Yang was sure that he had definitely seen this thing, playing with this small sleeve in his hand, and unconsciously, he put the sleeve on his little finger.