"What is Yanggu?" Although Mai Xiaomiao didn't know, since Zhou Zhi had laid a lot of groundwork in front of him, it probably wasn't a good word.
"They are just lambs waiting to be slaughtered." Zhou Zhi warned: "Anyway, remember our code for a while and follow my command."
"Well! We can't be sheep." Mai Xiaomiao nodded firmly, clenching her fists.
Daliushu Market is still the same. It was originally a flea market, but I don’t know when it started. Flea market became synonymous with antiques.
Nowadays, a large part of the area here is still a flea market. Electronic products, various old watches, books, and furniture are all located in the middle of the market with better lighting.
The darker area around it has become the boundary of each antique stall owner. Now the center is covered with plastic film, with heavy snow piled on top, and it is completely white, while the surrounding area is trampled by people who came early. There is a dark circle, which shows that despite the cold weather, the market here is still not bad.
Speaking of antique cities in the capital, Panjiayuan is everyone’s first choice. In fact, many of Panjiayuan’s goods are bought from here.
The goods on the stalls here are also all kinds of strange, but most of them are porcelain. Others include jade pieces, snuff bottles, cigarette holders, and even Tangbaozi, abacus, etc. It is a dazzling array.
There are quite a lot of people here. Mai Xiaomiao is holding Zhou Zhi's hand. Their fingers are clasped together through gloves to prevent them from getting separated. Sometimes they are still squeezed together and their bodies are close to each other.
"What should I buy?"
“Just take a look at whatever you think is good. You don’t have to pay to take a look. It’s up to you whether you want to buy it or not.”
"What are those little pots? The paintings inside are quite beautiful."
"That's called a snuff bottle, and the painting inside is called inner painting. It's painted with a special pen dipped in paint and inserted into the bottle."
"Really? How small is that pen? It also has to be curved, right?"
"Yes." Zhou Zhi said: "Inner painting is divided into four major schools, Beijing, Hebei, Shandong, and Guangdong. The Beijing school uses bamboo brushes and willow brushes to paint, and is famous for its simple and elegant paintings; the Lu school uses hair brushes to paint, and its paintings are... Delicate, bright and beautiful to win.”
"What is snuff?"
"Snuff is a tobacco product, which is prepared by roasting and grinding tobacco leaves, fermenting and adding spices. It is sniffed and taken through the nose."
"Snuff was popular in Europe in the seventeenth century. Zhao Zhiqian said in "Yong Lu Xianjie" that it came from the Atlantic country of Italy. In the ninth year of Wanli, the missionary Matteo Ricci brought it across the sea to Guangdong and then sent it to the capital. It spread and was often used by dignitaries. They wore several heavy jackets with small pouches inside, and the snuff bottles could be taken out at any time."
"Because they are used by dignitaries, the utensils are also very exquisite."
"The old toy categories in the capital are all exquisite. The craftsmen whose craftsmanship is recognized by everyone have to start a family. For example, for copper engraving, there are Chen Yinsheng, Zhang Yuechen and Yao Mangfu. At the end of the Qing Dynasty and the beginning of the Republic of China, four types of snuff bottles with interior paintings were produced. Famous masters - Zhou Leyuan, Ye Zhongsan, Ma Shaoxuan, Ding Erzhong."
"What about these at this stall?"
"The modern style of these interior paintings is too strong, and they are not very valuable. On the contrary, the few paintings that are not painted are a bit interesting."
"You are an expert." Hearing this, the stall owner gave Zhou Zhi a thumbs up: "These inner paintings are actually not bad at all. They are also imported from the same period, but they are not as good as these. They are passed down from the ancestors of the last three dynasties. The feeder! ”
"Ancestor from the last three dynasties?" Zhou Zhi was dumbfounded. What kind of talk was this?
"I am a banner man, a banner man! Look, look here!" The stall owner took off the leather hat on his head and pointed to the slit between his eyebrows leading to the top of his forehead: "This is called the Tongtian pattern, which was placed in the Qing Dynasty "We also eat hardcore crops." "Oh, what do you mean?" Zhou Zhi said with a smile.
"It's not that good. Seriously Shang Sanqi. These few utensils will open the door to Kang Yong and Qian! Put it in our mouths, this is the ancestor of the Shang Three Dynasties."
"Last three dynasties?" Zhou Zhi was very happy: "Last three weeks are about the same. Do you know what a dispenser is? The dispenser is glass, emulsified glass. This glass cannot be melted at 1,780 degrees Celsius. If your snuff bottle is the same color, then It’s so confusing. Without modern heating equipment, it can’t be done like this. It’s superfluous.”
The stall owner waved his hands repeatedly: "This is what I have passed down from my ancestors."
"Do you think your ancestors like to use this color?" Zhou Zhi took out a lotus-pink snuff bottle with a dark pink chilong on it: "You are in the flag, your ancestors used snuff. Without a woman, there is nothing to talk about such a virtuous appearance and good looks, but if it is a man, how can he use such a girlish color? "
The stall owner was speechless for Zhou Zhi.
"And this hat, cuckold, do you think this is a good word? It looks good, but our ancestors didn't use it this way."
When Mai Xiaomiao heard Zhou Zhi say "it looks good", her eyes immediately lit up: "But I think it's pretty good, I just like this little pot!"
"Xiao Miao, you have to think clearly. The uncle said this thing was used by his ancestors..."
"No, no, no... the ingredients handed down from our ancestors do not include this. I went to Xicheng to collect this a few weeks ago." The stall owner immediately changed his words: "If you like it, little girl, I will reluctantly give up. Open at six hundred!”
"Twenty!" Mai Xiaomiao's voice was so loud that she was startled.
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The stall owner was shocked by the price paid by the little girl. Although the two people in front of him could only see their eyes, the girl was obviously easier to coax than the boy. Unexpectedly, this counter-offer was so impressive.
"Twenty means you are not buying the goods sincerely. You are making fun of me." The stall owner was very angry: "You don't bring things like this this early in the morning! Two hundred is about the same!"
"Two hundred is fine. I want two hundred of these single-color ones." Mai Xiaomiao squatted down and picked out all the single-color and mixed-color snuff bottles from the pile. There were roughly five or six: "I'll give you an increase of ten yuan each, thirty-one, one, two, three... six in total, one hundred and eighty!"
"This is impossible." The stall owner picked back all the single-color ones, because Zhou Zhi just said that these small pots with color combinations are modern handicrafts, which is logically correct. After all, among the color-matching utensils, there is the one with a red dragon foundation and a green hat. , it doesn’t look like something that a noble person should have: “These three items, you put them together and take them away for two hundred, but these few items won’t work, and you won’t give up any of them for two hundred.”
"Okay, anyway, my picture looks good, so I bought it to put in perfume." Mai Xiaomiao put away the three snuff bottles, carefully unzipped his thick down jacket, took out his wallet from his pocket, took out two hundred yuan and handed it over stall owner.
"Don't you want to look at anything else?" The stall owner took the money and flicked it, then put it away without looking at it carefully: "These three items are really handed down from our ancestors. If you like, you can chat more..."
"Thank you, we have to look at other things. If we don't find anything good in a while, we will talk when we get back." Mai Xiaomiao followed the routine Zhou Zhi taught her yesterday and said goodbye to the stall owner.
"See you later!" The stall owner made a big splash at Mai Xiaomiao and was very happy.
After walking away from the stall owner for a while, Mai Xiaomiao excitedly whispered to Zhou Zhi: "Elbow, did we miss it when we picked it up?"
"Yeah." Zhou Zhi laughed in a low voice: "The stall owner is not lying. These utensils are really from the third generation of the Qing Dynasty."
"But you just told the stall owner..." (End of Chapter)