Chapter 569 I’ll give you an appointment at forty
“The main reason is that there are elders in the family who are experts.” Zhou Zhi said: “But our Jiachuan is a small place, so others come to us through various channels to inquire and seek appraisal. , or entrust my elder to help contact the seller and negotiate business. My elder is somewhat famous in the Manzhou area. "
"To be honest, you should do it. Bring more elders Come out and take a walk." Fei Guan was extremely envious of Zhou Zhi's "resources": "If your fourth cousin was in the capital of Shu, wouldn't it be just like picking up money?"
< br>"The two elders are not short of money either. , Their retirement salary is very high." Zhou Zhi smiled instead: "It's just a hobby."
"Then you have to study hard and learn half of the skills." Guan emphasized again.
"This is the truth, the more you learn, the more guilty you become." Zhou Zhi smiled and said, "Aren't you here to find some confidence to come back?"
"Hahaha, that's right, it's almost time. "Fei Guan gave everyone a bright flashlight: "Let's go in!"
Songxianqiao is a large flea market. In addition to night, it is also open during the day. .
There are many types of old goods, including old furniture, old books, old household appliances, even bicycles, sewing machines, and even scrap copper and iron. It is a dazzling array.
But the ghost market is special. It is located at the outermost edge of the market. To put it bluntly, it is the outermost circle against the wall. Compared with the fixed stalls in the iron sheet room in the market, these are temporary stalls and are mobile. Great sex.
There are also a dazzling array of things on these stalls, such as large blue and white vases, official hat chairs, stone statues, stone water jars, and root carvings; small ones such as copper coins, rain flower stones, and scattered beads.
Lao Chai is a lover of blue and white, but his vision is a bit poor. In the words of Lao Wang and Lao Li, he often pays tuition.
The large army was quickly divided into two groups. One group was the treasure hunt trip of Lao Chai, Lao Wang, Lao Li and Zhou Zhi. These three people were serious about looking for objects.
The rest became another group, led by Fei Guan, which was considered an experience journey.
There are so many porcelains here that it stuns Zhou Zhi, and many of them are obviously "marginal" in Zhou Zhi's eyes.
Many of the pottery bowls and pots are very familiar, and they are obviously from the tombs of the Han Dynasty. These things are not valuable, but they are of some value for studying ancient glazes and bases.
The biggest problem is that if the government wants to pursue the case, it will be accurate to catch them one at a time.
“From a folk kiln in the Song Dynasty?” Lao Chai asked in a low voice when Zhou Zhi stopped.
"Still old." Zhou Zhi whispered: "The Five Dynasties at the latest and the Han Dynasty as early as the Han Dynasty, but those chicken figurines, pig and cow figurines should all be visible objects."
"Then "It's quite unlucky." Lao Chai said, "Want to go there?"
"Forget it, except for the very fine and distinctive ones, such as the two snake-bodied and human-faced figurines, the rest are not interesting and can easily cause trouble."
"Yeah."
"But it shows that this market is good. At least you can see the real thing as soon as you enter the door. "
"The real thing must be valuable." Lao Chai said with a smile: "Keep looking."
While talking, several people stopped in front of a stall. He knelt down and said, "Hey, it seems like there's something interesting about this stall."
Several people squatted down, and the advantages of collective action were demonstrated at this time. The four people directly surrounded the stall, and no one else could squeeze in for a while.
The porcelain in this stall are mainly blue and white, doucai, and pastel cups, plates, and bowls. Lao Wang liked a pair of bell cups. The cups were painted with pastel characters and poems and burdens.
The characters are Su Ruolan and Fu Sheng. The so-called "poetry baggage" is a baggage pattern drawn on the cup. A poem evaluating the characters is written in the blank space on the bag. Fu Sheng was a Han nationality and died at the age of 100.
Historical records record that he "burned books during the Qin Dynasty and hid the Shangshu in the wall. In the early Han Dynasty, only twenty-eight chapters were left to teach between Qi and Lu. Emperor Wen sought to be able to govern The scholar of "Shang Shu" was over ninety years old and unable to do it, so Chao Cuo was sent to accept it. All the scholars of "Shang Shu" left his post.
The modern text "Shangshu" handed down from generation to generation all comes from him.
Su Ruolan was a talented woman in the pre-Qin era. She once wrote twenty-nine characters in each line on a brocade eight inches long and wide, divided into twenty-nine rows, with each character aligned vertically and horizontally. Eight hundred and forty-one words were woven.
These words are colorful and repeated up and down, left and right, forming chapters and sentences. Ruolan named this brocade "Xuanji Picture", implying that her love for her husband is as deep and unchanging as the stars.
After the "Xuanji Picture" was woven, Ruolan sent someone to Xiangyang to hand it over to her husband Dou Tao. When people around him saw this picture, they didn't understand its meaning. Dou Tao, who was well versed in both civil and military arts, held up the "Xuanji Picture" and looked at these brocades that were wandering, crisscrossing and forming poems of their own. He pondered for more than ten days and thought he understood it completely. When his wife was so affectionate, he burst into tears and marveled at Ruolan's outstanding talent.
When others asked what the brocade meant, Dou Tao said meaningfully: "No one but my beauty can understand it."
The "Xuanji Picture" caused a sensation in that chaotic era. From the court to the countryside, everyone who could read and write was scrambling to copy it and try to interpret it.
Wu Zetian carefully studied the "Xuanji Picture" and obtained more than 200 poems.
The eminent monks of the Song Dynasty started a sect and divided it into ten pictures, resulting in 3,752 poems.
Kang Wanmin, a scholar in the Ming Dynasty, studied hard all his life and wrote the book "Reading Method of "Xuanji Pictures"", which contains 4,206 poems by him.
In modern times, through computer technology, "Xuanji Tu" finally interpreted more than 14,000 poems.
It should be said that Lao Wang has a good taste. Although the bottom of this pair of cups is marked with the six-character mark "Daoguang Year of the Qing Dynasty", it is from a folk kiln. However, the patterns and characters are very precise, and they can be regarded as from Daoguang folk kilns. It is a high-quality product, and uses two cultural celebrities as decorative patterns, which adds a bit of "elegance" to this pair of bell cups.
And it is a complete product.
Lao Wang intuitively felt that he had found something good, but he was not sure, so he put the cup back on the stall and gave it a gentle push.
This is the signal that everyone has agreed to do. It means that they are serious and want to buy, and it is a gesture of Zhou Zhi's help.
Zhou Zhi took the cup and looked at it carefully, checking whether there were any defects such as flushing, bumps, or flying skin inside and outside. After reading it, he remained silent and put the cup back, holding only his fingertips. He tapped the cup lightly.
The index finger indicates the number two, and a click indicates that the unit is hundreds. This action indicates that Zhou Zhi can see this thing as two hundred.
"How can I sell this pair of cups?" Lao Wang asked.
"Two hundred." Opposite him was an old man wearing a vest and underpants. He looked like a common resident in the suburbs of rural areas. He was also shaking a cattail leaf fan in his hand to swat the mosquitoes: "If you like, Take away the two hundred.”
Zhou Zhi’s eyes widened and he reached out to the pair of cups again, wanting to make sure again.
Unexpectedly, the old man stretched out his cattail leaf fan and pressed the cup down: "I'm sorry, young man, this gentleman is looking at this thing."
"Oh, it's okay, we're together." Lao Wang smiled and gave the old man a big chop: "The old man can draw well, I don't even know who this woman is, twenty-one, I'll give it to you at forty. .”
(End of this chapter)