Chapter 76: Copper Coins, Handles, and Jade Pendants
There are not many blue and white pieces of Yuan Dynasty left in the world. Most of them are in various museums in China, and some have been snatched abroad. Only a few parts are in private collections.
Appearing in the ghost market at this time is a strange thing. In addition, the stall owner's deliberately pretending expression just now, and there are such flaws in the inner bottom of the plum vase.
Even though Song Wenjing did not have such a high standard in appraising many antiques, the grouting marks left by modern craftsmanship can still be clearly distinguished.
Therefore, there is no need to be too long-winded, just know it well and just leave.
Song Wenjing continued to walk forward. There were not many antique stalls today, probably because there were not many patrons.
After he continued walking for about a few dozen meters, he finally saw a stall again, with a lot of rusty copper coins placed on it.
Song Wenjing became interested, so he walked over and squatted down. He picked up one of the copper coins and looked at it carefully.
Due to the patina, the handwriting on this copper coin is not very clear, but four characters can be generally seen: Tiansheng Yuanbao. This was cast during the Northern Song Dynasty, the first year of Tiansheng by Zhao Zhen, Emperor Renzong of the Song Dynasty. There are many in existence, but their value is not
Very high.
So Song Wenjing threw down this one, and picked up another one in good condition from the stall, but it was a Mingdao Yuanbao. This was cast during the Mingdao period of Emperor Renzong of Song Dynasty, and there are too many of them in existence.
Even after looking at two coins, they didn't have much value. Song Wenjing couldn't help but lose interest.
However, I finally picked up the third one and started looking at it. Anyway, I had nothing to do, and there weren’t many antique stalls today.
Four seal characters: Xining Yuanbao.
This was cast during the Northern Song Dynasty, during the reign of Zhao Xuxining, Emperor Shenzong of the Song Dynasty. Again, it is of little value.
Song Wenjing was very disappointed, so he stood up and prepared to leave, go home and continue sleeping.
It seems that there is nothing gained today.
"Brother, I have a lot more here, do you want to take a look?"
Unexpectedly, the stall owner actually took the initiative to talk to Song Wenjing. This was really unusual. This was the first time he walked from the beginning of the alley to the end of the alley.
"How many do you have?" Song Wenjing couldn't help but become curious,
"How much do you want?"
The sky was dark and there was only one lantern for illumination. In addition, the stall owner actually wore a hat at night, which made it even more difficult for Song Wenjing to see his face clearly.
"I just took a look. These things of yours are worthless. There are many of the same ones on the market."
"Oh?" The stall owner was a little surprised, "Do you understand this?"
"Haha, I can only say that I understand a little bit. Don't tell me that you sell these things yourself and don't know their value."
Nothing happened anyway, so Song Wenjing just started talking nonsense with the other party.
"I only know they are copper coins. As for when they were obtained, I really don't know. Why don't you tell me?" The stall owner looked eager to learn.
"You'd better find out for yourself. I'm going home to sleep. It's so late at night, and I'm here to teach you on the spot!" Song Wenjing felt funny. This stall owner really didn't regard himself as an outsider.
In this era, most of the copper coins from the previous dynasties are worthless, unless they are very rare and have some room for appreciation.
You can find some copper coins in many people's homes. Even when children make shuttlecocks, they use copper coins as the base, wrap the outside with cloth, and sew with needlework.
"Hey, don't leave, little brother. I really have a lot more here. If you want them, give me a price!"
I don't know whether it was because it was not easy to sell or for other reasons. When the stall owner saw that Song Wenjing was leaving, he was eager to persuade him to stay.
"Brother, copper coins are really not easy to sell. How many do you have over there? If the price is cheap, I will treat them as scrap copper and scrap metal for you."
"I have a total of more than thirteen kilograms, can you take them all?" The stall owner patted a sack behind him.
Damn, more than ten pounds? This old boy couldn't be a tomb robber, right? Or was he dug it up in the fields? Both possibilities are possible!
Two years ago, in Shaanxi Province, a farmer dug out a golden tiger charm from the ground while he was farming. It weighed three to four kilograms. Finally, under the persuasion of relevant personnel, he handed it over to the state and the newspaper even published it.
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Of course, for such a question, Song Wenjing would not ask about its origin. This is the rule of the ghost market.
"What's the price?" Song Wen said simply and concisely.
The stall owner was a little hesitant, maybe he hadn't thought about the price if he sold them all at once.
"Don't think about it anymore. Let me tell you, you should know the current price of copper. It's about 5 yuan per pound. And these copper coins of yours are basically mixed with iron or lead, so they can't be worth 5 yuan at all.
A pound of money.”
No matter how stupid the stall owner was, there was no way he would be fooled by Song Wenjing like this.
"This is copper money, not scrap metal. Little brother, if you really want to buy it sincerely, it costs 7 yuan per catty. I will calculate it for you as 13 catties, and the total is 91 yuan."
Song Wenjing was actually satisfied with the price. More than ten kilograms of copper coins were definitely worth the price.
But he is a businessman, and bargaining has become an instinct.
"Brother, are you kidding me? For this kind of stuff, you can't even read the words on many copper coins, and you want me to charge you 7 yuan per catty? Well, let me give in, it's 5 yuan per catty.
If you think it's suitable, sell it to me. If you think it's cheap, then keep it and sell it slowly. I think it will take a few years to sell it."
In fact, Song Wenjing guessed correctly. This man was really a farmer from a nearby village. He dug up these copper coins and a skeleton in his field.
However, he did not dare to say anything, but went to the ghost market to sell.
It's a pity that after setting up a stall here for three days, not even one of them was sold, let alone someone packed them all up and took them away.
Today he finally saw Song Wenjing squatting down, so he ignored the rules and took the initiative to ask.
"Six yuan, six yuan per pound, this is the lowest. If you still think it's expensive, then I won't sell it." The stall owner began to take the initiative to lower the price.
"You don't want 6 yuan a pound. Let's do this. Let's each give in. The total is 70 yuan. If you think it's appropriate, I'll pay right away. If you still don't want to, then there's nothing I can do." Song Wenjing slashed again.
One knife.
After hesitating for a while, the stall owner finally chose to compromise.
The main reason is that after a few days, he couldn't sell it, so he lost confidence. It was dug up anyway, so he just thought he had found 70 yuan.
After Song Wenjing took out the cash from his pocket and paid, he picked up the sack containing the copper coins and prepared to leave.
But at this moment, the stall owner stopped him again.
Huh? Regret? Song Wenjing looked at the stall owner in surprise.
"Brother, I see you still have a lot of money left. I have two other things here. Are you still interested?"
Song Wenjing had a total of almost 400 yuan with him. When he was just paying, the stall owner might have spotted him, so he tried to persuade him to stay.
"Oh? What else is there? Don't tell me what kind of silver lump it is, gold ingot?" Song Wenjing became interested and said half-jokingly.
"These two things came out together with the copper coins. If you are interested, you can take a look. If you think it is appropriate, we can talk about it. I think you are a straightforward person, and I really wouldn't show it to ordinary people.
"The stall owner said softly, half-truthfully.
In the past two days, he really didn't take it out because he wanted to sell it at a high price. Generally, people who go to the ghost market don't bring too much money with them. But this guy, when he took a look just now, he had at least
There were more than three hundred yuan, which made him immediately pay attention.
"Oh? They were unearthed together?" Song Wenjing suddenly became interested.
Most of the copper coins just mentioned were from the Northern Song Dynasty. If they were really dug up by this tomb robber or accidentally, then the remaining items must be of the same age.
Something that has been buried in the soil for nearly a thousand years and can still be preserved must be worth a lot of money.
"Take it out and have a look." Song Wenjing placed the sack containing the copper coins on the ground and squatted in front of the stall again.
The stall owner looked left and right, but found nothing suspicious. Then he carefully took out two things from his pocket and handed them over.
Song Wenjing took it and shined the flashlight in his hand. However, he found that what was placed in his hand was a toad's handle containing money and a butterfly jade pendant.