Fang Feiyang wiped the reborn large blue and white jar clean, and then prepared some low-concentration solution and put it into the jar. Because this treasure, which had been hidden by black paint for more than half a century, was treated as an ordinary clay jar for pickling by its subsequent owner.

The pickled vegetables and eggs have been made for more than half a century, and there is a strong smell in the jar.

Soaking in a low-concentration solution overnight can remove the odor in the tank.

After finishing these things, Fang Feiyang cleaned the room again. He took out his mobile phone and saw that it was already eleven o'clock at night. He quickly went to wash up and get ready to go to bed.

The next day, Fang Feiyang slept until three o'clock in the morning before getting up.

After getting up, Fang Feiyang came to the kitchen and saw that his mother had left breakfast for him on the dining table, two fried eggs and a bowl of millet porridge. The faint fragrance of millet porridge immediately aroused Fang Feiyang's appetite, and he quickly wiped out the breakfast.

, quickly wash the dishes and chopsticks on the table.

Today is the first day of the National Day holiday. Fang Feiyang wanted to call Zhang Guoshan to tell him that he had removed the black paint pottery pot yesterday. Unfortunately, no one answered the call. I wonder if he is still in bed.

get up.

Both his father and mother are not at home, so Fang Feiyang is alone at home and doesn't know what to do.

Fang Feiyang’s father works at a bicycle parts factory in the town. Although today is a national holiday, a private enterprise is all about profit. Unless it cannot continue to operate, there is no such thing as a holiday. There are only a few days during the Spring Festival every year.

God, this bicycle parts factory will only let all workers in the factory take a few days off.

Fang Feiyang's mother had gone through the retirement procedures in advance and could have enjoyed peace and quiet at home. Unfortunately, she had worked hard all her life and could not stay at home. She would go to the canteen of her father's bicycle factory every day to help cook and clean. Every month

The canteen owner will give her a salary of 1,000 yuan, and sometimes some bonuses.

Fang Feiyang walked around inside and outside the house. Although the houses in the house were old, each room was cleaned tightly by his mother, and the items were packed in order. Ever since he was a child, Fang Feiyang felt that he

My home is neater and brighter than other homes, and my mom remembers where to put everything in the house, as small as a pin, and never misplaces it. All of this is my fault.

"Anyway, I have some spare money now. When my parents come back in the evening, I will talk to them about pushing this old house to be rebuilt. It shouldn't cost much to build a new house in the countryside."

Fang Feiyang now has nearly 900,000 yuan in deposits in his account, which does not include the blue and white jar with a large lid that was unearthed yesterday. According to his estimation, this jar with a blue and white lid must be a national treasure and will be auctioned in the auction house. If it is publicized

If it is in place, it can fetch at least 3 million. Of course, this is just his own estimate based on similar porcelain.

Therefore, he is not short of funds and should consider building a new house for his parents. Moreover, it has always been his dream to build a separate villa in his hometown. His parents have worked hard all their lives and it is

It's time for them to have a spacious and comfortable place to live.

Just when Fang Feiyang was still immersed in his thoughts, a burst of MP3 song ringtones came from his pocket.

He took it out and looked at the caller ID - "Zhang Guoshan".

This kid must have seen his missed call and called now.

"Hello? Where is the backer?" Fang Feiyang answered the phone.

"Where is it? In bed, I finally had a holiday and didn't get enough sleep. I can't live up to myself!" Zhang Guoshan's voice on the other end of the phone sounded a little hoarse. He must have just woken up. "I said, are you feeling empty when you go home?

Ah, you called me so early in the morning?"

"Damn! Am I empty? No matter how empty I am, I won't look for you. I want to tell you that the clay pot I brought back yesterday, hey, has been completely transformed now!" Fang Feiyang said in a bad tone.

"Ah? That black jar with pickled duck eggs is such a treasure, isn't it?"

"What about pickled duck eggs? Let me tell you, it took me more than three hours to remove the layer of black paint. What appears inside is a fine blue and white product from the official kiln. According to my experience, it must be royal porcelain. Are you coming?

look?"

Fang Feiyang said slowly on the other end of the phone, with a little excitement and pride mixed in his words.

"Come on, come on, I'll be right over... Just wait for me at home..." Then there was the sound of keys being clicked on the other end of the phone, followed by the sound of the door closing.

This kid was so excited that he forgot to hang up the phone.

After hanging up the phone, Fang Feiyang returned to the room. He poured out the solution that had been soaked in the jar yesterday, and then rinsed the entire large jar with water inside and out.

Wiping away the remaining water stains with a towel, Fang Feiyang went to the bottle mouth again and smelled it. Sure enough, the peculiar smell inside was much lighter.

The weather today is very sunny. The morning sunshine shines in the small courtyard, through the leafy winter jujube tree, and reflected on the large bluestone in the courtyard. Fang Feiyang came to the courtyard holding this large blue and white jar.

Next to the stone table, taking advantage of the abundant light outside, I can once again appreciate this treasure that has been hidden for many years.

I don’t know whether it was hidden behind the black paint for too long or for some other reason. This large blue and white vase is extremely bright, especially the imperial poems in the middle, which seem to pop up all over the porcelain in the sunlight. Its body is pure white,

The glaze color is uniform, the hair color is bright, and it looks dignified and charming no matter how you look at it. Turn over this large jar, and the inscription on the bottom of the jar is made in the Qianlong year of the Qing Dynasty, in six-character blue and white regular script.

The most rare and precious thing is the condition of this treasure. More than a hundred years have passed, and it has experienced an era of turmoil and disputes. It has also been used as a pickle jar for more than half a century. There is not a single chip on this porcelain. The entire blue and white porcelain

The big can looks like one piece, without even a bump or crack, which makes people feel happy and sighing at the same time.

At this moment, two car horns sounded at the door of the yard, followed by the sound of brakes.

Fang Feiyang knew that it might be Zhang Guoshan who came over.

Putting down the porcelain in his hand, Fang Feiyang opened the courtyard door and saw Zhang Paoshan jumping out of the polo car wearing a pair of sandals and pajamas with messy hair. He closed the door with his hand and rushed over.

"Where is it? Where is it?...Where is the baby?" Zhang Kuoshan stared straight at Fang Feiyang with his eyes shining brightly.

Fang Feiyang couldn't help but smile, "You just go out like this?"

"It's good if you don't come out naked... Come on, show me your brother!"

This impatient man dragged Fang Feiyang into the room, urging him non-stop.

"It's not in the room, Nuo. It's on the stone table. Take a look for yourself. This is the salted egg jar you mentioned." Fang Feiyang pointed to the stone table under the winter jujube tree. It was a beautiful jar.

The big blue and white jar is standing there calmly.

Zhang Guoshan walked over quickly, facing the heavy object on the stone table. He bent down and walked around the stone table three or four times. He stretched out his hand several times to pick up the big jar, but he shivered and shrank back.

"Uh... uh... Damn, you really stepped on shit this time. Why are you so lucky?"

Zhang Guoshan circled around this large blue and white jar for a long time, with his mouth almost open from ear to ear. He was stunned for a long time, and when he came to his senses, he finally burst out with such a curse word in his throat.

He took a breath, gently picked up the porcelain, moved his hands around, and his eyes were full of joy. It was not that he really knew much about this exquisite piece of official kiln, but that he felt that his brother had the ability to pick out a bunch of

Picking it out from the garbage is a miracle in itself. How low is the probability of such an opportunity!

Zhang Guoshan has no doubts about the authenticity of this blue and white porcelain. The reason for his judgment is very simple. Who is so fucking crazy that after eating, he would paint a piece of fake porcelain all over his body with black paint and leave it in the countryside?

Farmers have been storing salted duck eggs for decades, and finally throw them into the garbage!

"Feiyang, how much do you think this treasure is worth?" Zhang Paoshan raised his head and asked.

Fang Feiyang had already guessed that he would ask this question sooner or later, and deliberately paused for a moment before saying word by word: "Based on similar antiques on the current market as a reference, it is probably worth 3 million, and it must be promoted through publicity.

, please ask the auction house to auction..."

"Oh, is it so valuable? This big jar can be sold for 300,000 yuan, which is worth my salary for five or six years of hard work..." Zhang Guoshan shook his head and said cautiously.

He placed the large blue and white jar on the stone table, and suddenly his body trembled suddenly, his eyes were shining brightly, and he turned around to stare at Fang Feiyang closely.

"How much?...How much do you think...is it worth? 300,000...or 300..." Zhang Guoshan's voice was trembling at this moment, and he stepped forward and grabbed Fang Feiyang's arm.

He had previously focused all his attention on the porcelain, and he estimated that the large blue and white jar would be worth a lot of money, but he never expected it to be so valuable. It completely exceeded his prediction.

"3 million, brother! Haha..."

Fang Feiyang was amused by Zhang Guoshan's serious, nervous and slightly demented expression.
Chapter completed!