Chapter 25: Hemorrhaging in Small Days
Lin Yuan and his party are currently in the north part of the market, where almost all antique stalls are located.
Paul took them to a stall. The stall was a bit big, ten meters long. There were two bosses, Asian faces, and they didn't know what to say, but Lin Yuan and the others knew it was a small day.
The two young people obviously knew Paul. When they saw Paul bringing someone over, they immediately nodded and bowed, quite a bit like the former traitor.
But Paul didn't have a good look on them.
This is normal, after all, he is their beautiful father.
I wanted to please Paul for a few days, so I pointed to the things on the stall and asked Paul to choose one at random, showing that I was filial to him.
Paul was not polite to them either. He had brought Lin Yuan here with this intention.
However, he didn't understand, so he turned to Lin Yuan.
Lin Yuan understood instantly and pointed out: "That one is good."
I saw that it was a piece of blue and white porcelain.
Paul reached out and picked up the blue and white porcelain and handed it to Lin Yuan.
This kind of behavior was originally against the rules, but Paul didn't care so much, and he didn't dare to talk to him about the rules when he was young. He dared not speak out in his heart.
Lin Yuan held it in his hand and pretended to look at it for a while, confirming that it was a treasure.
"Well, not bad."
As we all know, blue and white porcelain is one of the mainstream varieties of Chinese porcelain and is a type of underglaze colored porcelain.
It uses natural cobalt material to paint and decorate on the white mud, then covers it with a transparent glaze, and then fires it at a high temperature of about 1300 degrees Celsius, so that the color material can fully penetrate into the glaze, showing a verdant blue pattern, which looks very beautiful. It is quiet and beautiful, clear and elegant.
The artistic charm that is "like blue clouds and ink, like a spring breeze" still leads the mainstream direction of ceramic art decoration and is known as a treasure in the world.
This is a bowl. The body of the bowl is decorated with twining peonies. The bottom of the bowl has the inscription "Made in the Jiaqing Year of the Qing Dynasty".
"How much is it worth?" Paul asked.
All he cares about is how much money he has.
Although Lin Yuan knew its approximate value, wouldn't it be bad to talk about it in front of other stall owners?
Henry tugged at Paul to signal him not to go too far.
Paul had no choice but to give up. Instead, he pointed to Lin Yuan and others around him and told Xiaozi: "They are all my friends."
Although it was not stated clearly, everyone present understood the meaning.
The two little ones suddenly had a bitter look on their faces. Of course they understood what it meant. They were very reluctant, but they had no choice but to smile and said: "I have it, I have it."
My uncle and the audience in the live broadcast room almost laughed to death.
Sure enough, the smile doesn’t disappear, it just shifts!
Seeing that little boy feeling uncomfortable but not daring to have an attack, everyone felt happy for a while.
Henry didn't understand either, and also looked at Lin Yuan.
Lin Yuan was speechless, but he still stretched out his hand and pointed, it was a silver coin.
"Bring it over and have a look!"
Because it was a bit far away, Henry couldn't reach it, so he asked the stall owner to help pass it over.
The little boy was handed over to Henry respectfully, feeling like a sick dog.
"This is our Japanese..."
Before he finished speaking, he was rudely interrupted by Henry: "What do you want to say?"
Small days: "..."
Henry handed the silver coin to Lin Yuan, and he only believed in Lin Yuan's appraisal. Lin Yuan took it and looked at it for a while as usual, then said: "This should be the trade silver of Xiaori. The government of Xiaori minted and issued a special silver coin in order to trade with various countries."
As far as he knows, the standard weight of this silver coin is 27.216 grams and the color is 90% silver. The format chosen is that of the 1877 U.S. silver coin. The original one-dollar silver coins were converted into trading silver and minted for three years before being issued.
Of course, there was a large circulation of this kind of silver coin, more than three million of it.
Logically speaking, if there are so many copies issued, there must be a lot of them in existence, so the value must not be high.
However, there are not many of this kind of silver coins in existence. Starting from the 11th year of Meiji, this type of silver coins stopped being minted. Instead, the unified casting and issuance of a version with the Chinese character "一元" from top to bottom in the center of the front is called "一元" by the Chinese folk. Long Yang".
Its craftsmanship is exquisite, the dragon carvings are fierce and vivid, the flowers and grass branches are lush, the lines are smooth, and the pictures and text are clear. It is the beauty of world trade silver coins and is favored by silver coin collectors.
I was a little surprised when I was little. I didn't expect that the Chinese people knew a lot about their country's silver coins.
Lin Yuan gestured to Henry and did not continue.
Henry understood at once that it represented the value of silver coins, and he couldn't help but feel happy and pleased.
"Brother Lin, what do you want? I'll get it for you. Where's my uncle?" Henry smiled.
Check out the 16-9 book bar and see the correct version!
He also called me uncle.
"I'll just do whatever I want."
The old uncle said that it was okay to do whatever he wanted, but he still gave the choice to his nephew and did not choose blindly. It can be seen that the quality of the things on the stall this day is quite high, and I have already picked up two treasures.
Lin Yuan tilted his head, looked at it for a while, and then took a few steps to the right.
The stall is a bit long and cannot be covered by the treasure hunter.
Soon, he found the target and reached out to get it. With Paul and the others around, Lin Yuan didn't bother to be polite to Xiaozi. After all, Xiaozi had robbed China's treasures before, and now he was just getting some interest back.
Lin Yuan picked up the palm-sized copperware, which was actually a hand stove.
It is a heating tool commonly used by Chinese palaces and people in the old days, as opposed to foot stoves. Because it can be held in the hand and caged in the sleeve, it is also called "hand", "holding furnace" and "sleeve furnace"; the furnace is equipped with charcoal fire, so it is also called "fire cage".
The hand stove gradually evolved from the brazier. It consists of a furnace body, a furnace bottom, a furnace cover, and a lifting beam. From its creation in the Tang Dynasty to the middle and late Ming Dynasty, the craftsmanship of the hand stove reached a state of perfection.
After the late Qing Dynasty, the craftsmanship of hand stoves began to decline. In the early 1950s, there was still a small amount of production in Jiangsu and Zhejiang. With the advancement of society, hand stoves gradually lost their use value, but their historical and artistic values became more and more important. The more people pay attention to it, the more it becomes a favorite artwork among collectors.
Lin Yuan threw the stove to his uncle.
The old uncle took it. He knew this stuff.
"A hand stove?"
He pointed his hand and asked: "Would that one be better?"
Lin Yuan: "Then change it yourself!"
The old uncle smiled and said nothing more.
Are you kidding me? Let him choose? Isn't it a waste of opportunity?
Lin Yuan continued to "scan" with the treasure hunter, and finally his eyes fell on something in the hands of another Japanese.
"Show me that thing."
Xiaotian felt a little ridiculous, and he raised the folding fan in his hand, as if asking: Is this it?
Damn it, don’t the Chinese say they don’t take away what others love?
I also want to grab the things in my hand. Isn’t that too much? On purpose?
"What nonsense are you talking about? Take it, you." Paul grabbed it and put it in Lin Yuan's hand.
This operation will make the audience in the live broadcast room laugh to death.
(End of chapter)