Chapter 305 How could it be fake
There are also many people from Jiangxi Province selling fine items such as wood-carved window decorations and small boards in this market.
Small boards refer to carved boards on windows or beds, on which are carved opera characters, flowers and birds, landscapes, etc.
Generally speaking, the market price of each small board is less than 20 yuan.
Lin Xiaotong was attracted by the two lattice windows with double-sided carvings.
The belt-ring board is filled with mud and rice, and when you hold it in your hand, you can vaguely see the slender fingers of the person inside.
Gently wipe off the layer of loose dust on the surface with your hands. The wooden carved corridor is not even as thick as a matchstick. It seems that the entire piece of wood carving is intact.
Her intuition told her that this was a good thing, so she asked:
"Uncle, why is there so much mud and sand on the window panels?"
I picked it up and shook it, and soon my fingers were covered with a layer of loose sand.
The stall owner sat on a small stool with a piece of urea cloth spread underneath, on which were placed various wooden carvings.
"Well, when there was a flood in my hometown, I put this thing under the bed and it got washed away like this.
"Dear girl, do you like this? Take it for thirty."
Now the sun was out and it was still a little hot. He wiped the sweat off his face and smiled so hard that his teeth were exposed.
In fact, he also collected this item from someone else, and it was once used as a part of the "Four Olds" (discarded items).
The owner was afraid that someone would come and smash his things, so he secretly took down his things and hid them. Unexpectedly, he encountered a flood, and he spent fifteen yuan to collect the flowers.
"Uncle, can you please give me a little discount? I don't know if this thing will be in good condition after washing it."
"My dear, this is hard to say, I can't guarantee it.
How about you give me twenty-eight? At least I can make a few bucks, right?"
"Uncle, this thing is so small, twenty-eight is enough for a month's salary. How about a little less? Twenty-five is fine?"
"Okay, okay, okay, twenty-five is the price. Do you like it, girl?"
"Okay, thank you uncle. Here, please order."
Lin Xiaotong knew when to stop and gave away the money. This was the only change she had left.
Satisfied, he carried his things and went back to look for Gao Xiulan.
"Xiaotong, are you done shopping?"
Gao Xiulan came over with a bag.
"Mom, I think I stole something good today. I'll take a look when I get back."
"Okay, it's already this late, I have to go home for dinner.
I wonder how many dishes your dad and Xie Yi can cook in the kitchen?"
The two of them squeezed in to walk outside, and it would take some time to catch the bus back.
"I guess we'll have to eat mixed noodles in the end. Dad will stir-fry the minced meat, and Xie Yi will take on the job of shredding it."
Orange recently went to the staff housing complex and stayed at his aunt's house for a few days.
When we went there, little Guoqing insisted on going with us, and finally rolled on the ground and refused to go.
Even Er Nengzi’s personal persuasion was in vain, so He Cuicui finally tried a different approach.
He pretended to slap Ernengzi in the face. It didn't hurt much, but it was loud enough.
Seeing this, Guoqing obediently got up from the ground, brushed off the dust on his butt, and went back obediently.
When the two walked to the intersection, they heard a loud noise and a lot of people were crowded there.
The roaring inside could be heard from outside.
"You dead liar, can you see? This is obviously a treasure, how come it is not valuable?"
This is also a stall selling bottles and jars. The stall owner is a tall and thin man with a loud voice.
"Hey, why are you so unreasonable? You say it's valuable, so it's valuable. You're so shameless!
Go away and don't get in the way of my work."
The voice sounded familiar, and Lin Xiaotong tiptoed to take a look inside.
Hey, a bald guy.
Gao Xiulan squeezed in, and the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law stood together, whispering to each other.
"This man is Caixia's father, Aunt Ye's ex-husband, Ye Liugen."
Gao Xiulan looked at him with sidelong glances, and naturally said nothing nice, with her hands in her pockets protecting her wallet.
"This guy's brain is like a light bulb, so bright."
Boss Ye didn't know that someone he knew had seen him. He was holding a broken bowl in his hand and his voice was furious.
"This is my family's heirloom, which I found during the Four Olds Campaign.
You don't know the value of things. This is my treasure, a valuable treasure."
“I can’t stand my bad temper anymore, so brothers, don’t stop me.
Everyone, please be fair. This bald guy came to my stall and said he wanted to sell a good thing.
Guess how much he wants? Five hundred dollars!
I, Xiao Lao San, have been setting up a stall here for a long time, but I have never heard of such a price."
The crowd also exploded and talked a lot.
"Oh my god, five hundred! That could buy a job."
"Who says it's not? How much meat can you buy with that much money?"
Lin Xiaotong in the crowd saw the familiar broken bowl and her eyes lit up. The good show was about to begin.
Of course, there are still people who want to see what can make this bald lion open his mouth.
"Xiao Laosan, are you mistaken? What kind of treasure is this that is worth 500 yuan?"
The black boy came over and stared at Boss Ye's bowl but couldn't make out anything.
When Boss Ye heard this, he shook his head, raised his hand, and held the bowl in his hand with shaking legs. The people who were still watching the excitement walked around one by one.
He showed off a lot, spat on the ground, put one hand on his waist, and had a smug look on his face.
"This is a family heirloom, a treasure from the Chenghua period of the Ming Dynasty. Someone wanted to buy it for a thousand yuan, but I refused to sell it."
"One thousand? That's hilarious! It's not even night yet, and you're already talking in your sleep?"
When the black boy who was watching on the side heard this, he also felt that it was 90% fake.
Chenghua porcelain is a rare fine porcelain. There is a saying that goes, "Look at Chenghua from the Ming Dynasty and Yongzheng from the Qing Dynasty." If it were really Chenghua porcelain, the price would be much more than this.
Jin Mazi was originally watching the fun, but he became excited after hearing this.
Coincidentally, there is a Chenghua Tianzi jar in his home, which is his father's treasure.
"Chenghua porcelain? Could it be a Chenghua Doucai Three Autumn Pattern bowl?"
It's hard to see clearly from a distance, so try to squeeze in.
"Old Jin, come and take a look. Is this bald guy trying to scare us?"
Boss Ye held the bowl tightly in his hand, turned it over, pointed at the words on the bottom of the bowl, and raised his voice again.
"Don't even think about stealing my treasure. Don't look down on me. There's writing on the bottom of this bowl."
Jin Mazi had small eyes and took out a magnifying glass from his chest pocket. He wiped it with the corner of his clothes, looked at it carefully, and laughed out loud.
"Brother, you are wrong, this is fake."
"I'll just say it's fake."
Now it was Xiao Laosan's turn to shake his legs.
"Nonsense, what do you know? Aren't the two words on the bottom of the bowl 'Chenghua'?
Don't try to bully me because I can't read, humph!"
Boss Ye said this with great confidence. He was afraid that someone would be worried, so he secretly copied down these words, broke them apart, and asked everyone one by one.
You know what, this bowl should be his.
That day, he accidentally heard those four ungrateful people talking about this in the house. He crawled into the chicken coop and lay under the windowsill to eavesdrop.
His damn wife said that this bowl was from a time when there was a flood in the village many years ago and she was washing things in a bamboo basket by the ditch.
He looked up and down, picked up the basket, and saw that there was a large flower bowl and two gold leaves in the basket.
He knew about this matter back then. Many people in the village had salvaged things. The fathers of the rich families in the village were indeed buried in the back mountain.
When he got home, the two gold leaves immediately went into his pocket. He sold them on the black market for a large sum of money, which was enough for him to squander for a long time.
As for this bowl, it just looks nice and is of no use. Also, for fear of getting into trouble, I just gave it to the chicken.
Unexpectedly, I overheard Hongxia saying that the bowl was of great significance and much more valuable than gold leaves. Rich people in the city would be willing to buy it for hundreds of dollars.
Hearing this, the anger in his heart surged. He, Boss Ye, was also going to be rich.
"The bottom of your bowl is printed with 'Made in the Chenghua Period', that's wrong!"
Jin Mazi shook his head, stroked his beard, and looked profound.
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