Chapter 568 I’ll give you a chance at forty

"It's mainly because I have elders in the family who are experts." Zhou Zhi said, "But since we are a small place in Jiachuan, people come to us through various channels to ask for appraisals, or they entrust my elders to help contact sellers and negotiate business.

This is a way to identify private treasures, and my elder is somewhat famous in the Manzhou area."

"To be honest, you should take your two elders out more often." Fei Guan was extremely envious of Zhou Zhi's "resources" such as his fourth cousin: "If your fourth cousin was in the capital of Shu, he wouldn't be able to throw around these things.

Is it the same as picking up money?”

"The two elders are not short of money. Their retirement salary is very high." Zhou Zhi smiled instead: "It's just a hobby."

"Then you have to study hard. If you learn half of the skills, you will be able to use them throughout your life." Fei Guan emphasized again.

"This is the truth. The more you learn, the more guilty you become." Zhou Zhi smiled and said, "Why don't you come here to find some confidence?"

"Hahaha, yes, it's almost time," Fei Guan gave everyone a bright flashlight: "Let's go! Let's enter!"

Shuangxianqiao is a large flea market, which is open during the day as well as at night.

There are many types of second-hand 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 extremely mobile.

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 he has a bad taste. In the words of Lao Wang and Lao Li, he often pays tuition.

The large army was quickly divided into two groups. The first group was Lao Chai, Lao Wang, Lao Li and Zhou Zhi's treasure hunting trip. These three people were serious about looking for objects.

The rest became another group, led by Fei Guan, which was considered an experiential journey.

There are so many porcelains here that it stuns Zhou Zhi, and many of them are obviously "frivolous" in Zhou Zhi's eyes.

Many of the pottery bowls and pots are very familiar. 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 sure 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."

"That'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."

"Um."

"But it shows that this market is good. At least you can see real things as soon as you enter."

"Real things have to be valuable." Lao Chai said with a smile: "Keep reading."

While they were talking, several people stopped in front of a stall. Lao Wang knelt down and said, "Hey, it seems like the things in this stall are interesting."

Several people squatted down, and the advantage of collective action was 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, and the cups were painted with pastel themes of characters and poems and burdens.

The characters are Su Ruolan and Fu Sheng respectively. The so-called "poetry baggage" is a baggage pattern drawn on the cup, and 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.

History records 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 the people between Qi and Lu. During the reign of Emperor Wen, those who wanted to be able to manage the Shangshu could not do it because they were more than ninety years old.

"Xing, it was Chao Cuo who accepted it. Nowadays, all the scholars of "Shangshu" have come out of his sect."

The modern text "Shangshu" handed down from generation to generation all comes from him.

Su Ruolan was a talented woman in the Pre-Qin Dynasty. She once woven eight hundred and forty words on a piece of brocade that was eight inches long and wide, with twenty-nine characters per line divided into twenty-nine rows.

One word,.

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 give it to her husband Dou Tao. When the people around saw the picture, they didn't understand its meaning. Dou Tao, who was proficient in both civil and military affairs, held the "Xuanji Picture" and looked at it.

He pondered over the brocade, which was a poem of its own, for more than ten days. When he fully understood his wife's deep feelings, he burst into tears and marveled at Ruolan's outstanding talent.

When someone else asked what the brocade meant, Dou Tao said meaningfully: "No one but my beauty can understand it."

"Xuanji Picture" caused a sensation in that chaotic era. From the court to the countryside, everyone who knew how to 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.

An eminent monk in the Song Dynasty founded the 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's 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 pushed it gently.

This is a signal that everyone has made an appointment to show that they are serious about it and want to buy it, and it also indicates Zhou Zhi’s gesture of helping.

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, tapping it lightly with his fingertips.

For a moment.

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 do you 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 waving a cattail leaf fan in his hand to swat the mosquitoes: "If you like it, take the two hundred."

Zhou Zhi's eyes widened for a moment, and he stretched out his hand to the pair of cups again, wanting to make sure again.

Unexpectedly, the old man stretched out his cattail leaf fan to hold down the cup: "I'm sorry, young man, this gentleman is looking at this thing."

"Oh, it's okay, we are 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 will give you a ticket at forty.

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Chapter completed!