As expected, Master Zhu was shocked by the price offered by Yang Jing. Of course, the old man also rejected the price offered by Yang Jing very straightforwardly. Although the old man knew that this was Yang Jing's good intention, he still rejected it very straightforwardly.

"No, the price you offer is too high. I can't sell it to you at this price. My pot is not worth that much money, Xiao Yang, so stop nagging me. If you insist on buying it at this price, don't blame me for breaking my promise. We have only had good days for a few years, and I don't want to make a mistake because of this."

As soon as the old man said this, Yang Jing realized that he had not thought it through enough. He seemed to have forgotten what a huge impact the chaotic decade had brought to these older masters. In 1982, people, especially the older people, had not yet completely changed their thinking. Deep down in their hearts, they still had a huge fear of that "buzzing" era, fearing that they would be knocked down again if the wind changed.

The price of three thousand yuan for a teapot offered by Yang Jing would be considered very low even ten years later, let alone thirty years later. But in this era, this price of three thousand yuan for a teapot is undoubtedly poison, and whoever eats it will die.

Seeing Yang Jing's tangled expression, the old man said happily: "Xiao Yang, thank you for thinking so highly of my craftsmanship, but the price you offer is too high. I really can't accept it. How about this, since you want to buy my pot, I won't be pretentious. Don't I have ten pots here? If you want, you can take all three thousand yuan!"

Then, the old man seemed to think that the price he offered was a bit high. After hesitating for a while, he explained, "Xiao Yang, I don't feel comfortable even if I take the three thousand yuan. How about this? I will buy you two more sets of pots, one with five tips and the other with ten tips. What do you think?"

Yang Jing shook his head slightly, knowing that even if he wanted to be a good person today, he couldn't do it. However, he was not the kind of person who would hesitate, so since the old man said so, he agreed without hesitation.

Seeing that Yang Jing agreed, the old man smiled on his wrinkled face, "Come on, Xiao Yang, I'll find the pots that can be sold for you. Alas, most of these pots are what I have saved little by little over the years, and I really feel reluctant to sell them all to you at once. But I don't have many years left to live, and if these things follow me, they will all be buried with me in the soil in the end. You like these pots so much, and these pots will have a good owner if they follow you."

"Well, I remember that I made this set of five-headed round three-friend teapots in 1953, almost thirty years ago."

"This Yunlong teapot was made by me in 1967. I remember that at that time an old friend wanted a Yunlong teapot, and I made one for him. But he was beaten up by a group of Red Devils. He is dead, and the teapot was not given away. It is left here."

“I made this golden bell pot in 1966.”

"Well, I made this plum teapot in the summer of 1970. I remember it very clearly. It rained heavily here that summer, and the water from the Li River next door almost rushed onto the levee."

While the old man was muttering, he slowly took down eight purple clay teapots, two teacups and two coasters from the four wooden shelves, his expression full of memories and reluctance.

It can be seen that the old man really has feelings for these pots. These pots are like his own children, which he made bit by bit. Now that they belong to someone else, the old man naturally feels a little uncomfortable.

Yang Jing wanted to give it up after seeing it. For an old man, the value of these pots made when he was young or in his prime is put aside. They are all filled with memories of his life.

"Well, I was not very satisfied with these two pots when I made them. Forget it, I won't give them to you. I will exchange them for two sets of pots for you. Well, this one is good. This is a five-headed cloud dragon pot I made in 1955, and this is a set of ten-headed squirrel grape pots I made in 1963. Xiao Yang, I give them all to you. What do you think?"

Yang Jing hesitated for a moment, and the hesitation on his face disappeared. He said, "Master Zhu, how about I not want this pot? I feel like if I buy these pots, it would be like cutting out your dearest flesh and blood. Why do I feel so guilty?"

"Hahahaha" the old man laughed, wiping his hands with a cloth and said, "You little guy is quite interesting. Xiao Yang, I know what you think, but don't worry, this is hurting my heart. These pots were made by me in my early years. Although they carry many memories of mine, I'm not that old man. When people get old, they just like to think about the past and mutter a few words. Don't be surprised. Xiao Yang, I'll sell all these pots to you. We agreed on three thousand yuan, you can't pay less than me."

As the old man spoke, he winked mischievously, just like an old naughty boy, which made Yang Jing laugh as well.

Yang Jing came closer and looked carefully at these exquisitely crafted purple clay teapots.

I have to say that a master is a master. Even if the style is similar to those of the purple clay teapots seen in later generations, the charm in it is far beyond the reach of those purple clay teapots in later generations.

If these purple clay teapots are compared to beauties, then the teapots made in later generations can at most be regarded as internet celebrities, while the teapots made by the old man himself are peerless beauties of the level of Xi Shi and Diao Chan.

Although they all have two eyes, one nose, one mouth and two ears, when the old man puts these pots here, people can feel at a glance the peerless charm that only a peerless beauty can have, which can conquer a city with one glance and a country with another!

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