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Chapter 59 The philosophical purple clay pot

The time is just right, if it's too late the bath will be closed soon.

I bought a ticket, went in to take a shower, rubbed my back, and added some percussion music.

After putting on clean clothes, the smell of pig manure finally disappeared, and I left the bath feeling comfortable.

I just fed pigs once and I couldn't stand it. My parents had been feeding pigs for twenty years. How did I get over this?

Sitting in the car, Zhang Junping began to think that if Nie Xinghua did not agree with his proposal to open a restaurant, he would use his connections to find a way to bring his parents and younger brother to the city.

You can't live freely in the city and let your parents suffer on the farm.

We can't be like some people in later generations who spend money singing about their father and mother in KTV, but don't know how to save their money and buy some delicious food for their parents.

Driving back to the courtyard.

Uncle Liu was sitting in the hallway enjoying the cool air.

Lying on the leisure chair, holding a cattail leaf fan in one hand to drive away mosquitoes and flies, and a purple clay pot in the other, taking a sip from time to time.

It's really relaxing.

"Uncle Liu, have you eaten?"

"Eat! Pingzi, are you back very early today?" Uncle Liu looked up at Zhang Junping and asked with a smile.

"Uncle Liu, are you criticizing me for coming back late?" Zhang Junping handed Uncle Liu a cigarette and said with a smile.

"Criticism is out of the question. It's normal for young people to have social activities. What you do is business, and you're not like Hu Laoer in the backyard who is messing around.

But you also have to take care of your health, and you can't rely on your youth to drink too much..." Uncle Liu sipped his tea and lectured Zhang Junping.

"Yes, you are right. You see, I haven't drunk much recently?" Zhang Junping smiled and nodded, "You have a rest, I'm going back to the house!"

"Go back!" Uncle Liu waved the cattail leaf fan in his hand and said with some disappointment.

Nowadays, no one is willing to listen to him anymore, so Zhang Junping is still willing to stop and chat with him.

Just as Zhang Junping was about to take a step forward, Uncle Liu suddenly stopped Zhang Junping, "Wait a minute!"

"What's wrong, Uncle Liu, are you busy?" Zhang Junping stopped.

"Pingzi, don't you collect antiques? Show me how much this purple clay pot is worth, uncle?"

"Uncle Liu, why do you think of selling purple clay pots?

If you're short of money, just ask if you have more. I'll lend you three hundred and two hundred, and I'll get it for you!"

"No! My monthly salary is more than seventy, what can happen?

I just know that your kid is currently working on antiques, so I asked casually." Uncle Liu shook his head and smiled.

"Is everything okay? You must say something if something happens!" Zhang Junping warned again.

"Okay, I will definitely say something if anything happens. I know that you are kind and kind-hearted, and you are very enthusiastic about your neighbors. But you can't just hope that something will happen to my old man just to help, right?" Uncle Liu was in a good mood, and started joking with Zhang Junping.

"Uncle Liu, are you joking? Don't I care about you? Who doesn't know you? You have to be strong all your life. You help your neighbors when they have troubles, and you just grit your teeth when you have troubles yourself."

"Okay, I won't mess with you anymore.

See how much my purple clay pot is worth?" Uncle Liu smiled and shook his head. He didn't want to talk about this topic anymore, and pointed to the purple clay pot he placed on the stool.

"Then can I get started?" Zhang Junping rubbed his hands and smiled at Uncle Liu.

"Um!"

"Uncle Liu, this pot of yours is old!" Zhang Junping picked up the purple clay pot, weighed it a little, and said with a smile.

The identification of purple clay teapots is divided into one step: weighing, two looking, three smelling, four touching and five listening.

When you weigh it, you are weighing the weight of the pot. It doesn't mean it's too light or too heavy. This depends on experience.

Secondly, look at the color. Basically 99% of the brightly colored ones are fake.

A real purple clay teapot has a restrained color and gives people a warm feeling.

Sanwen, the materials used in the purple clay teapot are all natural materials, made of clay, quartz, and mica, without adding any chemical raw materials.

Therefore, the newly fired purple clay pot has no other smell except the smell of fireworks.

If the new pot smells like something else, don't buy it, let alone use it, because you don't know what has been added to it.

Old pots will have a faint tea aroma.

Fourth touch, the purple clay teapot looks rough, with coarse particles on the surface, but in fact, it feels smooth and delicate, like a baby's skin.

Fifth, listen to the sound. The sound of a good purple clay pot is as clear and sonorous as jade.

Of course, this is just to identify the authenticity of the purple clay teapot, which is the most basic identification knowledge.

A pot like Uncle Liu's has been used for decades, so Zhang Junping is naturally not allowed to check its authenticity.

To determine how much a purple clay teapot is worth depends on who is the craftsman who made the purple clay teapot.

Two purple clay teapots are made of the same materials and have similar shapes. They are made by ordinary craftsmen and famous craftsmen, but their prices are very different.

In fact, Zhang Junping didn't need to use it just now to know that the old man's pot was not made by a famous artist. At most, it was made by a master craftsman.

The shape of the vessel is perfect, with no faults to be found, but it has lost its charm.

Too much craftsmanship.

"Uncle Liu, you can just keep this purple clay pot for yourself. This pot has been cultivated and the fragrance of tea has penetrated through the walls of the pot. It would be a pity to sell it.

Keep it well and it can be used as a family heirloom in the future." Zhang Junping played with the purple clay pot for a while, then carefully placed it on the stool and said with a smile.

"You kid, don't look at me carelessly. If it's not valuable, it's not valuable!" Uncle Liu's heart was open and he could see through Zhang Junping's thoughts at a glance.

"Hey, Uncle Liu, you are indeed worthy of being a teacher all your life. Your heart is like a mirror." Zhang Junping smiled, flattered him first, and then pointed to the leisure chair and said: "Actually, in terms of value, this chair under your body is

The Xiaoyao chair is quite valuable.

If you sell it to a cultural relics store or trust store, it's worth one or two hundred, but if you sell it to a private person, it can fetch more than two hundred or three hundred."

Zhang Junping's estimate is relatively conservative. The old man's leisure chair is not simple.

It is obviously the style of the Ming Dynasty, and the material is also Hainan Huanghuali.

You must know that during the Ming and Qing Dynasties, there was a very strict usage system for mahogany.

Ordinary people are not allowed to use mahogany in their homes, but even officials and officials have corresponding regulations.

The Ming Dynasty admired Hainan Huanghuali, while the Qing Dynasty favored small-leaf red sandalwood.

In the Ming Dynasty, Hainan huanghuali was a wood used by the royal family. If ordinary people used it, it would be a violation of the regulations. At the least, they would be exiled thousands of miles away, and at the most serious, they would be executed.

Therefore, even though this leisure chair is inconspicuous, it might be something that came from the palace, or from some prince's house.

"Unexpectedly, the things I hold in my hands every day are not valuable, but the things I hold under me are valuable." Uncle Liu smiled and said with emotion.

"Uncle Liu, you are indeed a Chinese teacher. These casual words are so philosophical!" Zhang Junping gave Uncle Liu a thumbs up.

After chatting for a few more words with Uncle Liu, Zhang Junping said goodbye and left.

Zhang Junping didn't mention buying the leisure chair, and the old man didn't mention selling it either.

It seemed that the old man just wanted to chat with Zhang Junping.


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