Chapter 19 Who treats whom as a fool?

Another customer came to look at something, and the stall owner was no longer in the mood to make people laugh. He said, "We won't say much. Take the ten dollars. If it's okay, then it's okay. If not, please take another look."

Du Ruo took the black bowl and glanced at the stall next to her. She handed over ten yuan and said, "Okay, how about you give me the small mirror too?"

The stall owner smiled and gave Du Ruo a meaningful look. "Sister, please stop making fun of me. This mirror of mine is indeed not the one used by Concubine Yang Guifei. It is a genuine bronze ancient mirror. If you buy a mirror to go with a bowl, I might give it to you."

Du Ruo was startled, and she suddenly remembered the story of the cat bowl. My goodness, those who can set up stalls here are not ordinary people. Who is thinking who is a fool?

The stall owner wrapped the bowl neatly, grabbed a plastic bag, and handed it to Du Ruo with a smile: "Big sister, please take it. Thank you for taking care of my business. See you next time."

Du Ruo took the plastic bag with a depressed look, and held it carelessly in her hand. She glanced at the bronze mirror reluctantly, and said, "Okay."

Du Ruo turned around and continued walking forward. After a few steps, he smiled broadly. "A Qing Dynasty Yongzheng black gold glaze bowl. Ten yuan. Not bad, not bad. Today's trip was not in vain."

Black gold glaze is a precious high-temperature colored glaze that was first created during the reign of Emperor Kangxi and truly matured during the reign of Emperor Yongzheng. This bowl has a uniform glaze color and is probably a genuine product from the Yongzheng period.

Thinking of the red line that kept jumping above the stall owner's head, Du Ruo smiled.

Du Ruo held the bowl in her arms, and she looked at the horizontal lines above these people's heads with interest.

The fluctuations of the horizontal line are sometimes violent and sometimes weak. Du Ruo judged that it might be related to the value of the thing.

After looking around, she was a little surprised.

Many of the buyers in front of the stalls have spent a lot of money.

This was only the late 1980s, and already half of the items on this stall were fakes. No wonder some people spend all their money collecting antiques, the water here is really deep.

Suddenly, she noticed that there were two people in front of her, and the horizontal lines above their heads didn't move at all, which was quite strange.

Du Ruo walked forward calmly. In front of the stall squatted a middle-aged woman whose clothes were all patched up. This was rare in the provincial capital.

Especially now, after more than a decade of reform and opening up, there are many people wearing old clothes, and it is common to see some with one or two patched clothes.

Especially for children's pants, whether they are scratched or not, they will usually have a layer of patches on the knees. Usually it is the grandmothers at home who are willing to do this.

But it is not common to see a sister-in-law like this, who is of this age and whose clothes are made of fabrics that have been washed to a pale color and have several patches on them.

Then she said, "My husband broke his leg and needs money urgently for surgery. We rural people don't have that much money. These are really old things in my family. Can you give me a few more?"

The stall owner said, "Sister-in-law, it's not that I don't have sympathy, I have to say something unpleasant, the people who come here nowadays are really all kinds of people.

The day before yesterday, Mr. Wu from the stall next door made a move because he felt sorry for the man who had a hungry child and had no food to eat. The result was a trap. "

The elder sister-in-law said anxiously: "Brother, I am telling the truth. Why don't you come with me to the hospital?"

The stall owner said, "Sister-in-law, I am just doing small business at the stall, not doing charity. My family is so poor that we can barely afford to eat. We are all miserable people. I can only give you 500 yuan for this thing, but you want 1,000 yuan. It's really hard to negotiate."

The sister-in-law said, "My mother-in-law said that this is a family heirloom, so how can it not be valuable?"

The stall owner said, "Sister-in-law, your bronze wine jar is a real thing. It is from the Shang Dynasty and must be several thousand years old. But I am a small business and I can only offer 500 yuan for it."

The sister-in-law eagerly picked up a piece of jade and said, "Isn't this valuable? My mother-in-law said it's made of jade."

The stall owner sighed and said, "Sister-in-law, this is a genuine ancient jade. You said that the owner of that shop didn't want to buy it, but he was trying to lower your price. I would like to buy it, but I don't have that much money.

This is a good thing, please don't sell it cheaply. Whoever picks it up will make a fortune. But I only have 500 yuan in my pocket, how about I lend it to you first?"

The sister-in-law had no choice but to say, "It will cost more than 2,000 yuan to cure my husband's leg.

If I can sell this for 1,000 yuan, I will go home and sell all the houses and land in my hometown, and then I can borrow less. The 500 yuan you gave me is too much. When will I be able to pay off the debt?"

The stall owner said, "I am poor too. If I were not, I would be helping you. I have no other choice. I have an 80-year-old mother at home who is paralyzed on the kang."

Du Ruo stepped forward and said, "Sister-in-law, can I see your things?"

The sister-in-law immediately stood up and rubbed her hands on her clothes unconsciously. She said, "Big sister, look."

Du Ruo casually rummaged through her pocket and found only three things: a jade ornament, a wine jar, and a small copper hook.

Du Ruo glanced at the top of her head, and this time there was a fluctuation, which was interesting.

Du Ruo said, "All of your items are made of copper, so they are not worth much. But this jade is worth two cents. Since the stall owner is offering 500 yuan, I will offer 800 yuan. I have never seen jade like this before. I will buy it and take it home to study it."

The sister-in-law and the stall owner looked at each other with a smile in their eyes. The woman was dressed very beautifully and it was obvious that she was not short of money. But as for his taste, he was a complete fool.

Gold, copper, jade? Can this antique be viewed in that way?

The sister-in-law said, "Sister, my husband is waiting for help, can you add a little more?"

Du Ruo hesitated for a moment, then stood up and said, "Then I don't want it. Only the jade is worth a little money. I don't think it's worth 800 yuan. The jade pendant that is bigger than this one on the stall just now only costs 200 yuan."

When the sister-in-law saw that she really turned around and left, she suddenly became a little anxious. It is not easy to meet a big fish, let alone a female comrade with a stupid brain, which makes it even more difficult to meet one.

She held out her hands to Du Ruo and said, "Eight hundred yuan is eight hundred yuan. If it's really not enough, I'll go back to the countryside and ask my relatives to borrow some money."

Du Ruo hesitated a little, looked back, and seemed to want to go back on his word.

The stall owner said, "Lady, you are not the type to do things the way you do. Do you understand the rules of the antique street? We were discussing business, and you butted in. You were wrong in the first place.

Now you want to go back on your word, what can I do? You set the price, so you have to accept it.

Besides, this sister-in-law is not having a good life either, there is a patient at home. I see you are not short of money, so just consider it as a good deed.”