Porcelain stall area.
Now that it’s almost lunch time, there are indeed fewer tourists and collectors visiting the street stalls.
But it's just a little less. Most of the stalls are still haggling in front of them, which looks very lively.
Porcelain has always been loved by collectors. Whether they are ordinary collectors or wealthy players, they all love all kinds of porcelain.
Putting a few pieces of porcelain on the antique shelf at home or in the office will not only make you feel happy when you appreciate it every day, but also make you look good in front of outsiders.
Sure enough, the moment Gu Qingqing entered the porcelain area, she felt as if she had entered the world of porcelain.
Everything feels fresh.
Here, you can find everything from giant blue and white porcelain bottles that are taller than a person to wine cups and tea cups that can be held in one hand.
Shen Yu would come to all the stalls in the flea market not only every day, but also three or five times a week, and he had already become numb.
But everything Gu Qingqing and Miss Gu saw was new, so Shen Yu had no choice but to accompany her.
Gu Qingqing pulled Shen Yu around and looked around. When he saw the porcelain he liked, he would often pick it up and look at it, which scared some experienced stall owners and waved their hands.
Shen Yu didn't want to spoil her mood, so he apologized to the stall owner and explained to Gu Qingqing that porcelain was fragile and should be handled with care.
Whatever you want to see, you need to obtain the seller's consent before starting.
Gu Qingqing grew up in fine clothes and fine food, and in her eyes, there was no such thing as being unable to afford compensation.
Even if her father's Yongxuan Qinghua was dropped, it wouldn't be a big deal.
Shen Yu had no choice but to add some stories about the stall owners' hard work and some antique rules that have been passed down since ancient times. Gu Qingqing nodded obediently.
Afterwards, it turned out that he was no longer reckless, which made Shen Yu feel a little relieved.
The porcelain stall in front of Shen Yu and Gu Qingqing is very small, less than two meters tall, which is a full half smaller than Lao Liu's stall.
There are more than fifty pieces of porcelain of various sizes on the stall.
In addition, there are more than a dozen miscellaneous small items here and there.
Literally speaking, the porcelain section should specialize in porcelain, but stall owners may not necessarily receive porcelain when they go to shovel the land. They often receive what is available.
Gold and silver jewelry, copper coins and ingots, thread-bound books and comics, and even some broken wooden stools and old abacus are also required.
Anyway, I have to earn the round trip fare or gas money.
When setting up a stall in the porcelain area, as long as the main business is porcelain, even if you sell other miscellaneous items, the market management office will give it acquiescence.
Other street stall areas, such as calligraphy and painting areas, and cultural and entertainment areas are similar.
Of course, if you sell porcelain or calligraphy and painting, you cannot bring over the stone lions or wardrobe canopy beds.
I can only sell small items.
The so-called "shoveling the ground" is a term used in the antique industry.
To put it bluntly, antique vendors go to rural areas or towns to collect antiques and old objects.
Just like those who open antique shops who love to dig out old houses, shoveling the land is what most merchants who set up stalls in flea markets must do.
Because if you don’t accept it, there will be nothing to sell.
If you want to make a living by setting up a stall in the market all year round, it won't work just by selling fakes. You must have a few genuine items.
You may be able to fool a few tourists once or twice, but it won't work over time.
The owner of the stall is a thin man in his early thirties. He is squatting on the ground and vigorously wiping the soil on a blue and white jar with a rag.
This is a large blue and white jar with landscapes and figures. It looks like the stall owner just took it back after shoveling the land.
It must have been placed under the eaves of a certain house. The body of the vessel is so dirty that the specific decorations cannot be seen unless it is cleaned properly.
Shen Yu glanced at the stall a few times, and immediately rejected the idea of continuing to stay at the stall. There were no good things in the stall, just "crooked melons and cracked dates".
In jargon, it means new, fake, broken, broken.
There are many such stalls in the flea market, and there is absolutely nothing to pick up.
For people like Shen Yu who deal with antiques every day, staying for one more minute is a waste of time.
Shen Yu originally wanted to use the special ability of his eyes to look at the large blue and white jar that the stall owner was wiping, but it was a leak if it wasn't even.
But just by looking at the items on the stall, you can tell that the stall owner has really average eyesight.
If the jar is not handled well, it will be buried in a pit.
However, Gu Qingqing was very excited, pointing to a porcelain bottle that looked like a thermos bottle and asked: "Senior, was there also a thermos bottle in ancient times?"
Shen Yu smiled first, then lowered his voice: "This kind of blue and white porcelain thermos is called fake in our antique circle.
"These are all made in modern times and are mainly sold to tourists who don't understand antiques."
"Senior, I think this set of porcelain is not bad." Gu Qingqing lost interest immediately when she heard that the thermos was made of modern wood. She scanned the stall and pointed to a set of porcelain and whispered to Shen Yu.
Shen Yu followed what Gu Qingqing expected, and it turned out to be a set of blue and white porcelain tableware.
There are cups, plates, and bowls, and the shapes are very exquisite. On the bottom of a porcelain plate placed upside down, you can clearly see the six-character inscription in regular script: "Made in the imperial dining room of the Qing Dynasty."
Shen Yu shook his head slightly at first. Seeing that Gu Qingqing was in high spirits, he had no choice but to lean into her ear and whisper: "It's also fake. It was probably fired in the same kiln as the thermos bottle.
"These are the cups and dishes from the imperial dining room of the Qing Dynasty. Tourists who don't understand antiques thought they were used by ancient emperors.
"But in fact, in the Qing Dynasty, this kind of thing was not burned at all.
"Most of the tableware used by the emperor are from the reign of the emperor, and the words "imperial dining room" are not qualified to appear on official kiln porcelain."
"Hey, I'm really good at buying but not good at selling! If it weren't for you, senior, I would really want to buy it."
Gu Qingqing whispered to Shen Yu that she didn't understand antiques and didn't understand the rules of antiques, but one thing was that she cared about Shen Yu very much.
Since Shen Yu told him the rules of the antique shop just now, Gu Qingqing has become more cautious.
She was worried that her outspoken words would offend others, so she could go back to Dongjiang.
But Shen Yu wanted to do business in Chuzhou, and she would not do anything that might cause trouble to Shen Yu.
"Of course, those who buy are not as good as those who sell. Antiques are non-renewable things, and genuine ones are bound to be rare. Most of what buyers buy are imitations, fakes, or even fake tatters."
"Forget it, senior, let's go look elsewhere." Gu Qingqing stood up and smiled at Shen Yu.
Shen Yu also showed a gentle smile to Gu Qingqing: "We haven't even finished one-tenth of our shopping. Don't complain about being tired later."
"Senior, if you're not tired, I'm not tired. Humph, senior, you're still talking about me. Look at the sweat on your forehead..." Gu Qingqing glanced at Shen Yu lovingly, and then took out a bag from her handbag with an elegant gesture. Handkerchief, I need to wipe Shen Yu's sweat.
But as soon as she took a small step, she stumbled backwards.
With quick eyesight and quick hands, Shen Yu took Gu Qingqing in his arms with a sideways step, and asked with concern on his face: "Qingqing, are you okay? Why did you fall suddenly?"
Gu Qingqing lay on Shen Yu's shoulder, looking straight at Shen Yu's handsome face, but didn't reply for a while.
"Qingqing?"
"Ah! I'm fine, senior. I accidentally stepped on something and may have sprained my foot."
Speaking of the sprained foot, Gu Qingqing's brows immediately frowned. It was obvious that the sprained foot still hurt.
"Haha, what can happen to this young lady?
"I'm afraid my precious wine bottle will be stepped on."
The skinny stall owner put down the blue and white jar in his hand and stood up with a look of pain on his face.
Then he carefully took a dark, wine bottle-shaped object in his hand and looked through it carefully.
Gu Qingqing just came back to her senses at this time, "Ah, I won't let others step on things, right?"
This chapter has been completed!