This place looked like an abandoned factory in the suburbs. It was quite large inside and there were quite a few people. Everyone was talking in low voices and trading with flashlights everywhere.
She didn't put the things down immediately, but pushed the cart around to look around. Soon she saw something good.
There was a fat old man wearing a fur coat, squatting on the ground.
In front of him lay a noodle bag, on top of which lay a pair of doucai plates with honeysuckle and longevity patterns.
There were two people nearby examining it carefully, and the old man was illuminating it with a flashlight, but he was not in a hurry.
One of them, who was in his thirties, moved to the old man and squatted next to him.
"Master Qin Liu, you have so many good things! What's the matter? You've finished the white flour, and you're going to take out another one to exchange for fine grains?"
The old man smiled and said to the man, "Wang Er, if you don't have any food, don't waste your time here. Look at you, you used to have a lot of interesting things at home, right? Now that your father is gone, shouldn't those things belong to you? Aren't they all gone in the wilderness?"
The dark-faced man named Wang Er silently took out a blue and white porcelain bowl from the arms of his black cotton-padded jacket, held it in his hand, and showed it to the other party.
"Hey, Mr. Qin Liu, to be honest, it's already the fifth day of the New Year, and my family hasn't had a meal of dumplings yet. My sister is getting married after the New Year, and she needs to collect some dowry. I'll learn from you and give away some things in exchange for money!"
He took out a piece of blue cloth, spread it on the ground, and placed it next to it.
The old man looked at his bowl and nodded.
"Qing Yongzheng, blue and white phoenix and ruyi palace bowl, a nice item."
Others just looked at it, no one asked the price, and they left soon.
Everyone knows that it is a good thing, and it is no exaggeration to say that it can be kept as a family heirloom. However, these people, firstly, have no fine food, and secondly, they are reluctant to spend a lot of money to buy something that cannot be eaten or drunk at present.
Lian Xiaomin parked the bike aside, took off the backpack and placed it on the ground beside him, then squatted down and got closer to take a look.
She fell in love with the porcelain bowl at first sight. It has an exquisite shape, soft curves, and delicate and neat patterns. She picked it up and looked at the bottom and saw that it read, "Made in the Yongzheng period of Qing Dynasty."
This phoenix pattern is a circular pattern with elegant blue and white color, which can be called a treasure.
He looked up and asked the man named Wang Er: "How much is it?"
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