Zhang Guoshan, who was waiting next to the well, came over with a bed sheet in his arms.

"Hey, what are you doing!... Feeling cold? I asked you to help me get a porcelain basin to soak my feet. What are you doing with a pile of sheets?"

Zhang Guoshan went to see Fang Feiyang for a long time before he came back. When he came back, he was holding something inexplicable in his hands, and he was holding it in his arms nervously. He couldn't figure out what his brother was doing.

Fang Feiyang walked up to Zhang Guoshan and smiled mysteriously, saying, "Good stuff! Let's go home and talk about it later!"

"Damn, what's so mysterious... I want to soak my feet in well water to cool down, but why are you holding this big jar?" Looking closer, Zhang Paoshan saw that there was a black pottery jar wrapped in the sheet.

His body shape was like that of pickled duck eggs in the countryside. I didn’t know what kind of medicine Fang Feiyang was selling in his gourd, so he quickly asked.

"Let's go, it's time to go home. I'll tell you while I'm walking..."

Fang Feiyang took Zhang Guoshan and walked back. As he walked, he told him that he suspected that this dark clay pot was a rare treasure. Of course, Fang Feiyang only told Zhang Guoshan that he had passed this thing

Due to the characteristics of its shape and texture, it is highly suspected that this is a piece of fine porcelain that has been disguised with black paint.

This is also true. When Fang Feiyang first saw this large lid jar, he felt an inexplicable sense of intimacy and historical vicissitudes. At that time, his heart palpitated, and he reached out to use his super-sensory ability to test his judgment.

"What are you talking about? This black pottery pot is fine porcelain? Haha...ha...it's true. I've been working in an auction house for two years. Why can't I tell that this is a treasure?"

You kid must have been studying antiques for a while, so you just want to amuse me."

After listening to Fang Feiyang's suspicions and speculations, Zhang Guoshan laughed so hard that his stomach hurt. He didn't want to believe that this big black pottery jar picked up from a pile of garbage was an antique treasure. This thing looked like him no matter how he looked.

The jar used to pickle eggs and pickles at home.

"I have nothing to do but my balls hurt. I'm teasing you... I'm just doubtful, and I'm not 100% sure. Why are you so nagging? Anyway, I won't suffer any loss if I take it home! If you don't want to take it with you, I'll just

Take a taxi and take her home."

Fang Feiyang took a look and wondered how long he would be arguing with him over this clay pot if he didn't show some righteousness to him.

"Okay... let's go... Let's talk it over first. If it's really a treasure, you have to share half of it with me..."

"No problem. When the time comes, I will entrust Mr. Zhang's auction house to auction it. You can share some of the proceeds with me..."

"I'm not the boss, I'm just a fucking clerk..."

The two packed up their things, and Fang Feiyang carefully wrapped the black clay pot in an old sheet and placed it in front of the back seat of the polo car to prevent it from rolling and colliding.

Before leaving, Fang Feiyang exchanged phone numbers with the bearded boss and made an appointment to come back in two days to test drive the extraordinary modified Santana.

After changing the tires, the Polo car drove very smoothly, and the previous jittering feeling was gone. When Zhang Guoshan saw that it was already seven o'clock in the evening, he couldn't help but step on the accelerator and hurried home.

The street lights on both sides of the national highway gradually turned on, and night was falling quietly. There were gradually fewer vehicles on the road, except for some large trucks with foreign license plates that turned on their headlights and continued to carry goods on the road. The local

Cars with license plates are almost invisible on the road.

Although Fengcheng is also a prefecture-level city in Jinling Province, it is small in scale. The total population including the following four county-level cities is only 5 million, while the Hailing District of Fengcheng, where Fang Feiyang's family is located, has a population of only 400,000.

Compared with Jinling City, the provincial capital, and Xicheng and Suzhou City in southern Jiangsu, the city size is obviously several levels lower. At best, it can only be regarded as a fourth-tier city. This is one of the reasons why Fengcheng has fewer cars and fewer people at night.

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Zhang Guoshan increased the accelerator and drove all the way to 100 yards on the national highway. Before night completely enveloped the city, he sent Fang Feiyang to Yaojia Village, Jiulong Town, Hailing District.

After sending his good brother home safely, Zhang Kuoshan successfully completed the task. He ignored Fang Feiyang's request to stay for dinner, turned the car around hungry and drove home. After all, he worked outside for many years and rarely returned to his hometown.

Fang Feiyang’s home is located in the westernmost part of Yaojia Village. The house was rebuilt by his parents on the foundation of the original old house when he was six years old. It has been 20 years now. The layout of his home is a traditional rural architectural pattern.

The bungalows are arranged in an east-west direction, with the main room in the middle and east-west wing rooms on both sides. The one on the east side is where his parents live, and the one on the west side is the room that has been with him for more than ten years. There is also a kitchen built in front of the east wing room, where his parents usually cook

All the food and dishes are there.

"Dad, Mom, I'm back!"

Fang Feiyang saw the kitchen light on and knew that his parents should have had dinner at this time and were cleaning up the kitchen.

"Feiyang is back?...His father, his son is back!!..." My mother's ears are very good. She heard her son's voice coming from the yard. She went to the window and took a look. Sure enough, it was Fang Feiyang.

He immediately told his father in surprise.

"Well! You're back!" It was Fang Feiyang's father who spoke, "Why didn't you call me in advance when you came back? Have you had dinner?

"Not yet, I'm starving..." After driving for a long time, I still feel very tired even though I have been sitting in the car. It is already 7:30 in the evening, and I have eaten so early at noon.

Even the residue is gone after digestion and absorption.

Hearing her son say that he hadn't had dinner yet, Fang Feiyang's mother quickly stopped what she was doing, poured the vegetables into the pot to heat up, and gave Fang Feiyang a bowl of rice.

"This year's National Day is a short holiday that coincides with the Mid-Autumn Festival. The factory is not busy, so I asked for a few days of annual leave to come back..."

While eating, Fang Feiyang chatted with his parents about his life in Suzhou City. Of course, he did not tell his parents that he had become an apprentice to a famous master in the antique industry and was learning antique collection. Because he was afraid that his parents would worry, after all.

In the eyes of the elderly, they cannot understand the antique collecting business, and it is probably not easy to explain it to them through words. So Fang Feiyang simply chose not to say anything and waited for the right opportunity to let his parents know that he was making money.

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Fang Feiyang was still thinking about the black lacquered clay pot placed at the door. After wolfing down his dinner, he hugged the clay pot and walked into his room.

This black-painted clay pot is about 50 centimeters high and about 40 centimeters in diameter at its thickest point. It is drum-shaped from the waist up and weighs about five or six kilograms in the hand. Although the whole body is covered with black paint, Fang Feiyang still

I found that its lines are smooth and smooth. If you tap it with your index finger, you can hear the crisp resonance of the porcelain.

"How do I get rid of the black paint on it?..."

Fang Feiyang thought hard for a while. He remembered that Mr. Song once told him that mixing a few simple daily materials could be used to dissolve the black paint covering up. The key is that the pottery pot is relatively large and requires a lot of mixing.

A large amount of dissolving solution will do.

Fang Feiyang looked at the time and saw that it was not too late, so he told his parents to go to the village entrance to buy some things.

At the canteen at the entrance of the village, Fang Feiyang bought a full box of vinegar, three bags of edible salt, a plastic bucket and a bottle of disinfectant for cleaning toilets.

Back home, Fang Feiyang locked himself in his room. He placed the black painted clay pot upright in a plastic bucket and pulled out a set of small experimental equipment given by the school when he was studying chemistry in high school. A mixture of 1000 ml of edible vinegar.

After melting 50 grams of fine salt, pour it into a plastic bucket. In this way, Fang Feiyang opened a whole box of vinegar, mixed the fine salt, and poured it into the plastic bucket until the black lacquered clay pot was completely soaked.

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The whole room was filled with the smell of acetic acid, but Fang Feiyang was completely unaware of it.

Finally, Fang Feiyang slowly added the bottle of disinfectant for cleaning toilets into the plastic bucket at a dose of 50 ml every quarter of an hour, and observed the changes in the black painted clay pot.

Finally, under the slow action of weak acid, the black paint on the large clay pot began to soften.

Two hours later, as the dose of disinfectant slowly increased, Fang Feiyang discovered that the black paint on the surface of the clay pot could be scraped with his nails. He carefully and gently scraped a small area of ​​the bottle mouth, and the black paint covered it.

The pure white enamel is exposed inside.

Just maintain the concentration of the solvent and soak it for another hour.

As if giving a bath to a newborn baby, Fang Feiyang gently rubbed off the soft black paint layer by bit. After rinsing it with another basin of water, a large blue and white jar with a dignified, fresh and comfortable visual effect emerged.

Appeared in front of Fang Feiyang.

Fang Feiyang carefully appreciated the porcelain in front of him. The most special thing about this blue and white jar with a large lid is its decoration. In addition to the five-clawed golden dragon on the jar lid, the whole body is decorated with text. The five "First Spring in the World"

Powerful and elegant seal characters surround the shoulders of the jar, and the royal regular script on the belly is a copy of the imperial poems and essays written by Emperor Qianlong when he designated Lengquan as the best spring in the world.

"This is a national treasure!"

After carefully identifying it, Fang Feiyang took a breath.

"It is actually decorated with dragon claws. It is most likely a royal porcelain fired by the Manufacturing Office of the Ministry of Internal Affairs of the Qing Dynasty."

Fang Feiyang was shocked but also full of joy. He boldly guessed that the origin of this treasure was extraordinary. It most likely came from an imperial family. Ordinary folk kiln porcelain would not dare to use dragons as decorative patterns.

At that time, the government found out and wanted to behead him.
Chapter completed!