The possibility of this was too low. I frowned. Could it be that Wang Quansheng lied to me? Didn't these two things come from the same place? But Wang Quansheng didn't look alike either.

The most important thing for me to judge whether a person is a liar is the way he does things. If Wang Quansheng is a veteran, he will definitely not mix things from two different dynasties and make up a story. There is no need to give this bronze piece to

I. I believe what he said should be true. Then I have to think more about what the things under the Yellow River are and whether they are ancient tombs.

I thought of that old professor, whose surname was Li. I heard that he was also engaged in archeology, so I thought that if there was an opportunity, I could let him see what happened to this bronze piece. But I didn’t know if he would give me this consultation, because I

It seemed that he didn't think much of us two businessmen.

The young master looked at my obsessed look and thought I was an antique fanatic, so he laughed at me: "Look, look, it's best to eat it."

"Go!" I said: "This is called the skill of sharpening the knife and cutting firewood without leaving the hand, and the fist does not leave the hands and the music does not leave the mouth, you know? We rag collectors also have to study business at all times, otherwise our eyesight will deteriorate. You have seen too much real things.

The fake ones will naturally not get into your eyes."

The young master said, don't wait until things develop to this point. Do you have any plans?

I know he was afraid that I would not find Wang Quansheng's home and go back, so he said that we had spent a lot of time on this trip and went back in vain. I was not willing to go back, so I decided to go down there and see if I could collect anything.

Only then did the young master feel relieved. I told him that tomorrow we will go to the Huangsha construction site first and follow the three researchers there to try to find Wang Quansheng’s address. If he really can’t find it, then go down there. This kind of place existed before the Qin and Han Dynasties.

Without the Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, there would definitely still be quite a few.

The young master nodded and said, listen to me. We chatted for a while and then I taught him some basic knowledge about acquiring antiques.

I was thinking that after this trip, I really have to go for refuge and I won’t be able to see the young master for another three or two years. If he really wants to open an antique shop, his level will be so bad that even his grandma won’t know him. So

I told him everything I knew.

In fact, I don’t have much experience in collecting things in villages and towns. Counting the first time when I just debuted and the time I came with my father-in-law a few years ago, this is only the third time. But the young master doesn’t know.

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But collecting antiques is actually the same as collecting rags. You can’t collect antiques as antiques, you have to treat them as rags. What are the techniques? In fact, there are only one or two. Now they have been exposed, that is, people who collect antiques also have a habit of "matching".

Buying means that I actually buy something worthless and then say that I don’t have any spare money and just buy it all. Then the owner says, I’ll give it to you. Sorry, don’t use it. I’ll just...find something you want to use with it, so don’t look for it.

This combination may be a broken porcelain bowl for feeding dogs, an old wooden box, or a pottery jar for pickling cabbage. In fact, this is what we want, but if we buy it directly, others will doubt that it is just such a broken thing.

With such a high price, it must be a treasure.

The farmer is honest but not stupid. When the time comes, he will hold his hands and refuse to sell. It makes sense and makes no sense. Once I met a young girl who took a fancy to his Eight Immortals table. We talked about it for a long time, but when I let it slip, she hugged her and refused to sell.

I said forget it, I was wrong. How much are you willing to sell it for? She was stunned and said that one million less would not be sold for a penny. I almost fainted from anger. Hehe, he smiled. For one million, you can sell it to aliens.

Later, when I went back, the table was still there with a label of one million on it. This family became a key household.

The second thing is that Da Bao Yuan went to someone's house and bought all the rags he could buy, no matter what excuse he found. Among them was the thing you wanted. Once I saw a man's tricks were very bad and he took a fancy to a bowl of Hongwu glaze.

Red, if you buy just one bowl, they will definitely know that there is something wrong. You should buy them all. People will also think it is strange why you buy someone else’s used bowls, so I bought more than a dozen bowls and ran to that person’s door to sell them for a penny each.

When the woman in charge saw that it was only a penny each, it was a free gift. She bought them all at once and replaced them all with new ones. The man said, just don’t want your old bowl, I will take it out for you and throw it away.

The boss still thinks that this person is really a fucking live Lei Feng. Who knows that one of his treasures has already been exchanged for others.

So there isn't much theory here, it all depends on your own reaction. According to my father-in-law, there is enough bad water. If the young master wants to learn from me in this regard, it will really make him drink a pot.

We chatted for a while and it was almost midnight. We were both tired from the journey, so we both felt sleepy, so we took a rest.

Early the next morning, Lao Cai came to call us. We didn't have much luggage, so we carried it all on our backs and followed him out.

The Huangsha Factory is not on the edge of the town but close to a place in the mountainous area called Longtan. There is a small village there. Lao Cai said that the mountain road is a bit far and you need to take a tractor and then walk.

For us city dwellers, I don’t have the concept of going into the mountains, so when the tractor showed no signs of stopping after driving for four hours, I asked Lao Cai if the yellow sand factory in Donghuashan was so far away. He asked

He told me that the distance in a straight line is actually not that far, but there is a long mountain road in the middle. It would be nice to have a tractor. Once we reach the inside of the mountain, we have to walk on our own.

Only then did I realize that going into the mountains is not as easy as strolling around.

"Most of these haunted legends are born in inaccessible places because listeners cannot easily verify them. Many ravines and caves are said to be haunted. This is also an instinctive way for people to deal with unknown things." The old professor seemed to have studied it.

Explained to us very solemnly.

There were not many trees along the way, but there were hills one after another. After driving for more than an hour, the tractor stopped moving. We had arrived at a small village and got off the tractor. We found a family and bought a meal and started eating.

Walk into the mountains.

If we were marching like this in normal times, my eyelids would definitely be fighting, but it was very windy on the road. The old professor was very interesting and talked about many interesting things. I didn't feel sleepy at all, but felt very energetic and excited.

During the conversation, I learned that the old professor’s surname was Li Laitou. I had heard that he was from the province, which meant that the two students he brought were his two favorites. And the woman was probably related to him by blood.

Niece or something.

The main purpose of their coming down was to collect some Shanxi folklore and historical anecdotes and compile them into a book. The old professor was very strict and insisted on hearing them with his own ears before counting. He believed that these things were intangible antiques and were more valuable than those tangible ones.

many.

In fact, I agree with what he said. Although I also like to collect antiques, I think it is abnormal to spend tens of thousands of dollars to buy these things. If you buy a pottery plate, its use value as a pottery plate is actually deprived of you.

The other value is actually a very nihilistic thing that is difficult to figure out.

The old professor and I had a very interesting conversation in this regard. It was a long time since we met.

After entering the mountain, because of the high terrain, the trees gradually became denser and began to look a bit like the original deciduous forest in the north. Lao Cai and his nephew led the way. His nephew was from Huangsha Factory and was familiar with the place, so he followed. The two of them walked uncomfortably from time to time.

The earth returns to remind us of the rocks and thorns.

We were marching along the valley, which was full of thorns and thorns. We often heard the sound of footsteps outside of us. Lao Cai said it was the sound of wild beasts, which made us very scared. I couldn't help but miss the flat and washed hilly area when we came.

I walked for another two hours without a break. When it was almost dark, I had already arrived at the legendary Huangsha Factory. I saw a dilapidated tile-roofed house where the workers rested when Huangsha started working.

On one side of the tile-roofed house is the Yellow River. I never imagined that I would see such a Yellow River. In my childhood, the Yellow River was very cute even when the water was cut off. We could play in the sand and catch fish. But the yellow sand factory in front of me made me wonder.

It looks very scary to see the yellow mud that has been dried and cracked by the sun in this river that is several kilometers long and wide.

Lao Cai, who led the way in the river channel where the dredging boats dug the trenches, took us up to a ridge beside the Yellow River. Through the setting sun, he pointed to a blurry black outline in the distance, "It's right here!".

I looked far away and saw a large irregular lake with strange shape about three to four hundred meters away from us.

Such a large cutoff lake should have been created due to local dredging operations, as if something fell from the sky. To put it simply, it is like a small meteor crater. It looks very weird.

I saw the old professor climb up the ridge and look around the surrounding mountains against the wind. His face changed a little and he suddenly asked Lao Cai: "Little brother, do you have any legends about the Dragon King of the Yellow River here?"

Lao Cai groaned and obviously didn't know why he suddenly asked about this. He thought for a moment and said, "There are quite a few legends, but I can't remember them now. I have to ask the old men in the village. When we were young, there was a lot of chaos during the Cultural Revolution."

God chose Mao from his back."

The old professor said "Oh" and didn't ask any more questions, but his eyes looking at the Yellow River seemed to have a hint of solemnity that was imperceptible.

The two students and the young master want to go to the lake now and have a look. Lao Cai said no. There are a lot of mud bubbles in there and I can’t find you if you fall in. Besides, it’s getting late. The locals have rules not to enter the Yellow River at night for fear of being dragged by water ghosts.

Let's go tomorrow.

We originally planned to live in a worker's house below, but when we ran over and saw that it was locked tightly and had seals, we didn't dare to tear the seals so big at that time, so we went back to the ridge on one side and lit a bonfire to prepare here.

Take a night off.

Because we are on the ridge with many rocks and few trees, the evening wind is very strong. We all put on blankets and gathered around the campfire, eating dry food and white wine. Because we were close to the Yellow River, Lao Cai and his nephew didn't talk much. It was me, the old professor, and the young master.

The three of them kept chatting away the chill.

The young master drank too much and didn't know what was going on. He patted his butt and looked around without knowing what he was looking for. I asked him what he was doing.

He said: "Old Cai, who the hell made this brown rice cake you prepared for me? I ate it and felt so hungry that I had to find a place to make it convenient."

I said: "You have a lot of troubles. There are wild animals all around. If you get caught, we can find you somewhere. You can solve it here."

The young master said: "I have no objection, but can you bear this taste?"

Lao Cai said to me: "It's okay. This is the top of the mountain and it's on the edge of the Yellow River. Generally, wild animals don't come here. Just don't go into the forest. Just use a flashlight and call us if there is any movement. There are no big wild animals in the mountains now. Just be careful of snakes."

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The young master groaned, picked up his pants, and walked to the haystack on the side. After a while, I heard the sound of him shaking. I didn't eat much, and now I couldn't eat anymore when I heard it. I simply stopped eating. The old professor joked: "Little

Fatty’s movements have also scared away the tiger, so we are absolutely relieved.”

I just laughed twice when I heard it. Suddenly, I heard the young master calling softly from there: "Old Xu! Come and take a look."

Everyone was shocked and said that there was no wild beast, so they screamed. A few people picked up the bricks and rushed over.

The young master was not far away from us. We rushed over a few steps and saw the young master hiding behind a bush and holding up his pants. When he saw us, he came over and asked us to squat down and point to the Yellow River in front of us.
Chapter completed!