Dahongmen Bird City is also a bird market in Nanding Village. It is surrounded by a stinky river ditch, a place with a larger size. Not only are there fish and birds selling, but there are also antique vendors selling street stalls, but there are also tobacco leaves and mobile phones. However, in terms of scale, it is not very formal. The scattered stalls of merchants have a bit of the smell of rural small markets. Walking in this relatively unpopular and remote small market in Fengtai District, I pinched my nose and refused to leave the smell of bird shit, and was absent-minded.

The cucumber complaint suddenly came: "Yanyan, you female hooligan, you don't let go of this place where the bird doesn't shit?"

Yuzi was also very dissatisfied and covered her nose and mouth and said, "The female hooligan is hungry."

Jiang Yan glanced at them disdainfully and spit out the lollipop, "What birds don't shit? Look at the roadside, are there less bird poop? You two are just an amateur. Do you know why everyone runs in at five in the morning during the Saturday and Sunday festival in Panjiayuan? The picture is a fresh product, those things that make people lose their money, and there is no chance to leave it for you to pick up bargains? By the same token, there are fewer people in the Big Red Gate Bird Stage? That's more! Old Hat, don't say you know me when you go out in the future, we can't afford to lose that person."

Accompanied by the sound of several girls, our group separated several times and each looked for the treasure.

I was with Da Jia and Xiao Jia. The three of us squatted in front of a stall selling cucumber gourds and looked around. Jiang Yan, oranges and cucumbers, and the three of us ran to the most jade-selling stall. Shen Zi'an and Uncle Hao looked at the lacquerware not far behind us.

"Oh, I just said it looks familiar. Teacher Hao, are you here too?"

"Oh, it's Xiao Xu."

"Haha, you are a busy person. It's not easy to meet him once. Today, you have to give me some advice. I just changed the calligraphy and paintings. Are you going to help me with my palms?"

"Okay, I'll take a look first."

After looking back, I couldn't help but say wonderingly: "Is Uncle Hao very famous in the circle? Why haven't I seen it on TV?"

Da Jia put down the rosewood gourd and smiled: "Although it is not as good as Yan Wanru, it is OK. It is said that Uncle Hao is the highest annual salary among Shen Zi'an's father's company experts. Moreover, when the company collects goods, it is stipulated that it must be viewed by Uncle Hao. Well, he also knows Yanyan's father, and it seems that the relationship is good." In fact, compared with other industries, the circle of cultural relics collection is not very large, but I have always been an outsider and have not really crossed that threshold, so I am not very clear about some people and some things in the circle.

Not long after, we gathered together after visiting the market. Except for Shen Zi'an's gains, the others were all empty. Shen Zi'an bought a pair of phoenix patterned panels, bronze, palm-sized, and two exquisitely carved phoenixes on the board. If they were placed flat together, one head was facing the right and the other head was facing the left. Then, Shen Zi'an actually asked me first: "Gu Jing, what do you think?" I guess he remembered the revenge I snatched him from the late Qing Dynasty furniture in Mentougou.

I smiled bitterly: "To be honest, I don't understand it very much, and I can't see it."

Shen Zian said oh, and said nothing more.

Jiang Yan's eyes rolled around us a few times: "...It looks good, how much did I buy it?"

"Three hundred wholes."

"Haha, I really got a good thing." Uncle Hao walked over from a distance, "Well, three hundred are worth it, I'm considered a small leak."

The cucumber exclaimed: "Ah? Can it be sold for hundreds of thousands?"

Jiang Yan laughed silently: "It would be great if you can sell 1,200 yuan."

"Only one thousand two?" Orange curled his lips.

Shen Zi'an was so amused and laughed: "Where are so many big leaks in the world that I can encounter? It's not easy to have a small leak worth a thousand or eight hundred yuan."

At this time, there were a few shouts beside her, as if she was a stall owner who had just arrived. While she shouted, she was posing antiques on the ground.

I didn't care at first, but Yu Guang suddenly glanced at him and could never take it back.

The blanket in front of the stall owner was covered with many bottles of items, snuff bottles, makeup boxes, etc. What caught my attention was the largest piece of porcelain!

It looks familiar! It looks so familiar!

It's Cizhou Kiln!

It is the same Cizhou Kiln that appeared in the Beijing Antique City a month later!

My heart suddenly felt warm. Could it be that the Cizhou Kiln in Antique City was indirectly flowing into the past from Dahongmen Bird City?

The distance was not close, so I dared not assert. I calmed down my breathing rhythm, tried to keep myself at a gentle pace, and moved towards the stall step by step. Uncle Hao's breathing sound clearly reached my ears: "Hiss! Jizhou Kiln Plum Vase!" His voice was extremely small, and only we nearby could hear it. I looked back in surprise and saw a slight excitement in Uncle Hao's eyes: "I can't go wrong, at first glance, it is definitely a serious Cizhou Kilnkou. Zi'an, go and buy it quickly, there will be no chance if it is too late."

As soon as he finished speaking, Jiang Yanjuzi and others' expressions changed. Cizhou Kiln? That is a fine product in the folk kiln! Although small plates and small bowls are common and not worth much, the one on the opposite side is obviously a large plum bottle jar, with a small amount in existence, and the price is self-evident!

Before I could say anything, the few people who were all focusing on Cizhou Kiln walked upstairs.

Well, there is no chance. I don’t like fighting. Since Uncle Hao spoke first, I will naturally not fight with him. I touched my nose and shook my head, but I had no choice but to follow behind and observe the porcelain through the gap.

Preliminary observation of this plum vase should belong to the Song Dynasty. It is about 25cm high, with an open mouth and a short neck, a plump shoulder, and a bulge belly. The belly is gradually closed to the bottom. The body is hard, and the makeup is applied to the top. The shoulder abdomen is decorated with black flowers on white base. The patterns are fresh and lively, and the black and white contrast is strong, reflecting the main characteristics of the decoration of the white-ground black flower in Cizhou kiln. The only drawback is that there is a bump on the mouth of the jar, and a piece of porcelain fell off. There are also two obvious scratches on a black flower on the body of the utensil, which greatly damages its original value. But then again, the Song Dynasty objects can still be preserved in a relatively complete state, which is a rare thing in itself.

I sighed deeply, basically sure that 99% of this tool was the one that appeared in the Beijing Antique City!

Alas, just start one step earlier.

Jiang Yan and others had surrounded the stalls. Shen Zi'an pretended to look at this and that, and finally, he seemed to accidentally touch the Cizhou Kiln, "How much does it cost?"

The stall owner is a middle-aged woman in her fifties. She smiles: "Ten thousand."

After Shen Zi'an calmly looked at Uncle Hao, he began to bargain: "The bottle mouth and body are broken, and they are still sold for 10,000 yuan? It's too expensive, 200 yuan."

The middle-aged woman may not be optimistic about it. In just a few simple rounds, the Cizhou Kiln was killed at a low price of 3,000 yuan. "This is an official kiln, and it is worth a lot of money if it is broken, so it can't be lower."

"Well, okay, come on..." However, before the transaction was expressed, Uncle Hao suddenly interrupted: "Official Kiln? Wait for a moment!"

Under the unknown gaze, Uncle Hao took the plum bottle from Shen Zi'an, turned the can, and glanced at the bottom of his foot. Then, he was stunned in surprise, pouted his mouth, and shook his head slightly, "Forget it, Zi'an, let's go." Shen Zi'an asked in confusion, and Uncle Hao didn't say anything, and directly showed him the bottom of the Cizhou Kiln. As a result, Shen Zi'an, Jiang Yan, Da Jia, and Xiao Jia kept silent.

When he walked a little further, Uncle Hao smiled bitterly: "I almost got lost. Don't say, this counterfeiter definitely has some skills, but it is limited to the firing method. He made a big mistake in the concept of common sense."

Almost anyone with some knowledge of collecting knowledge knows that Cizhou kilns in the Song Dynasty belong to folk kilns, and it is impossible to get the official ticket if the bottom is enough.

But, the Cizhou kiln has a signature - made in the Xuande period of the Ming Dynasty!

A style that makes donkey lips not right!

After explaining the orange cucumber to the layman, Shen Zi'an said regretfully: "Yes, it's just fake. If the imitation is more complete, it would be really not expensive for a few thousand yuan. Unfortunately, a broken imitation is not worth anything at all."

I looked at Uncle Hao without saying a word, looked at Shen Zi'an, and saw that they had all given up the "imitation" of Cizhou Kiln, I blinked and walked quickly to the woman's stall, took out my wallet, and quickly counted out thirty RMB, "Three thousand yuan, I want the jar."

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