: The person and the matter

"I can't remember how many years it has been." The old man sighed and said, "At that time, the little girl hadn't been born yet. Don't say you, little girl, even your father is so big." The old man gestured, and it looked about one meter high, and he felt embarrassed to see Jelly.

Jia Sidao thought, if Jelly's father was only a few years old, he would definitely not have been born yet.

"By the way, Xiao Jia, did you collect this set of porcelain in person or did it get started through a broker?" The old man suddenly asked this question, looking at Jia Sidao with his eyes, which obviously made Jia Sidao feel that there was a certain expectation in his eyes. Jia Sidao was not easy to lie, so he naturally told the truth.

Thinking about it carefully, Old Mrs. Hong's insignificant Linhai dialect and listening to the old man's accent, we can naturally guess that Old Mrs. Hong is probably also from the north? Maybe her husband is from Linhai, so she has always lived in Linhai.

"Oh, I didn't expect Xiao Zhang to take the lead. Now Xiao Hong is the only one left." After hearing this, the old man was silent for a long time before sighing. While sighing, he shook his head slightly, "Old......"

"Grandpa, you are not old." Jelly was next to him, and at this time he interjected seriously, "You are practicing Tai Chi every morning, and I can't even keep up with your movements."

"Haha, little girl, you can just say it nicely." The old man patted Jelly's hand, and then saw Jia Sidao's curious gaze. The old man was very happy and said something about the past generously. It turned out that the so-called Xiao Zhang was the husband of Mrs. Hong and a registered disciple of the old man.

However, the old man prefers to collect porcelain, but Xiao Zhang prefers mahogany furniture.

Speaking of which, the old man and Xiao Zhang had a relationship with him and friends. At that time, Xiao Zhang was still doing some business in the north, and his family was not bad, but he had no elders at home, so he was newlywed with Mrs. Hong. Because Mrs. Hong's family was also well off, and the people in the family were quite powerful. When they were married, they were held in the north and it was quite lively. Some relatives and friends also gave a lot of good things. Especially for collectors like the old man, it would not be too simple to take action. The old man still remembers that he gave a small bowl of pastels from the Qing Dynasty, which gave it to the newlyweds, which had a unique meaning. Even if it was not an official kiln that had been found, it was a rare fine product.

But later, because of Xiao Zhang's return to his hometown and the Cultural Revolution in China, the old man lost Xiao Zhang's news after such delay. The only impression that he had was the small pink bowls given to Xiao Zhang and the five pieces of Qing Palace. After all, Xiao Zhang's home has not much porcelain, and furniture, etc. Even if the old man sees it now, he may not be able to recall it very much.

No wonder the old man showed some excitement when he saw the five Qing Palace photos given by Jelly.

Originally, when we were leaving, Mr. Zhang was willing to give porcelain to the old man. Because the old man often went to his house and had used and identified this set of things, which was a good thing, and was very impressed. However, if the five items of the Qing Palace were given to others, I was really embarrassed to take action. What's more, at Mr. Zhang's house, he didn't collect it as an antique at that time, and even placed it at home and was still in use.

So, Mr. Zhang brought this set of things back to Linhai. And, a while ago, it finally fell into Jia Sidao's hands at a low price. Jia Sidao felt that he was quite lucky. After listening to Jia Sidao's words, the old man didn't care. In the antique industry, there were too many things to say, and there were too few things to say. Especially Mrs. Hong personally took them to the antique street to sell them. Even if Jia Sidao didn't pick up the bargain, he might be taken away by others.

In that case, the old man didn't know if he could have this opportunity again. Seeing this set of five pieces of Qing Palace again, the old man happily praised Jia Sidao's courage. Especially after hearing what Jia Sidao said, he knew that Jia Sidao was just a newcomer to the collection world.

It is rare for a newcomer to sell for several thousand yuan at any time on the antique street.

These days, there are so many old things. Almost all the time when I buy things in the antique market, I am most likely to imitate them. Even when the old man goes to the antique market, he usually takes a few glances at them and feels the fun of Taobao. There are not many that are really worth taking.

However, when Jelly heard Jia Sidao put away the porcelain set after spending less than 3,000 yuan, he looked at Jia Sidao again and became a little angry.

You know, at the beginning, she offered a price of 3,000 yuan, and was teased by Jia Sidao.

Jia Sidao couldn't help but blush and his eyes drifted a little. He saw the bag he brought to him by the side, and slapped his forehead, why did he forget the matter?

After apologizing to the old man, Jia Sidao first carefully took out the blue and white porcelain that looked like a brick from his bag. When he heard the old man talk about the family background of Mrs. Hong's house, Jia Sidao thought that maybe the two items he collected from Mrs. Hong's house he went to later would find another big leak.

Don’t look at the vendors in the antique street, they often say something about what they get from a certain countryside, and what they have from their ancestors. In fact, it is just ordinary words. Most of the truly valuable antiques are hidden in the homes of some wealthy people.

The foundation of this thing does not mean that one or two things can be changed by inheriting the ancestors.

It is nothing more than saying that the ragged things from the countryside are more gimmick and more attractive. Just like how many of the exhibits displayed in museums are incomplete? Antiques are not necessarily very old, very broken, and look a bit old. To put it the simplest example, some decorations in the study, like exquisite pen washes, pen holders, etc., have been around for hundreds of years, even in modern times, and they still look shining like new ones, and some are even a little dazzling.

No one has any regulations, antiques must be old.

Of course, if it is a large bowl for eating inherited from the countryside, it will naturally not be brand new. The large bowl handed down by Xiao Liuzi's family looks like it has traces of use.

However, such things are easier to circulate in the antique market. Only when the older or broken ones are, buyers will feel that they look more like antiques. Especially for newcomers or tourists who are just touristic. Only by making things old to a certain extent and showing their historical vicissitudes to you can they be sold at a good price.

This is probably related to markets like Antique Street.

However, Jia Sidao observed his expression and expression. As soon as he took out this piece of porcelain, the old man looked very surprised when he looked at the thing.

Then, without saying anything, when he put the thing on the glass coffee table, the old man reached out and picked it up, looked around, especially at the missing corner, and carefully stroked it with his fingers a few times, as if he was feeling something. Then, he said to the Jelly sitting beside him: "Little girl, go and take the great-grandfather's guy over."

"Oh." Jelly responded, but his eyes were still a little reluctant to look at the porcelain in the old man's hand. Moreover, her big eyes were clearly filled with doubts, "Grandpa, what kind of porcelain is this? I have never seen it. Is it a tile?"

Not to mention that Jelly is curious, even Jia Sidao is looking forward to the answer.

"Little girl, you've just seen so many porcelains. But you're smart this time, you guessed it right." The old man smiled and said, "If this thing is right, it's really just a piece of land."

"It's really a brick." Jelly responded, "No wonder it looks so ugly."

OK, the little girl really tried to evaluate the porcelain directly from the shape and function. However, after saying this, Jelly seemed to feel that she was a little too much, and she couldn't help but stick out her tongue. She turned around and went to the inner room. After a while, she moved out a drawer. Jia Sidao looked familiar with the tools inside.

Magnifying glasses, tube mirrors, etc., are all available.

The old man picked up the tools and then carefully observed them again. Jia Sidao didn't bother him. He looked at the things in the drawer, which were very ordinary utensils, but they were quite old. It was probably because the old man often used them. Thinking of this, Jia Sidao glanced slightly at the inner room where Jelly had just entered. The door had been closed.

However, perhaps Jia Sidao's little movement was discovered by the boring jelly, which attracted her to roll her eyes. It seemed that she had deliberately closed the door at that time. Jia Sidao felt speechless. She met such a weird little girl like this.

Seeing the old man put away his tube mirror, Jia Sidao immediately asked curiously: "Grandpa, is this really an ancient porcelain floor tile?"

It is not surprising to use clay to make floor tiles. However, Jia Sidao touched these floor tiles made of blue and white porcelain, but he seemed to have never heard of them.
Chapter completed!