The stall owner was trying to make extra money at the moment and didn't pay any attention to Zhuang Rui. Firstly, there were all worthless things there. Secondly, Zhuang Rui was Chinese and his accent didn't sound like he was from Beijing. Such a foreigner
Tourists rarely pay big prices for things, so it's hard to fool them.
After Zhuang Rui took the jar in his hand, he observed it carefully. It was a pottery vessel with a big belly and a narrow mouth. It was about thirty centimeters high. It was dark and smooth with no patterns on it. It looked a bit like pickles made in rural areas.
The tank is just one size smaller.
But as soon as Zhuang Rui got his hands on this object, he was overjoyed. This thing looked big in size, but it was extremely light in weight. Such a big jar only weighed one or two kilograms. He reached out and touched the inside of the jar and felt it was very light.
It was smooth, without any thorny feeling, and Zhuang Rui confirmed his guess.
"Zhuang Rui, why did you buy this crap? Take it home to make pickles? Hey, it's so light? Isn't it made of iron?"
Miao Feifei saw Zhuang Rui holding the jar and looking left and right. She reached out and grabbed the mouth of the jar, snatched it away, and knocked it with her hand. The jar made a "dang" sound of gold and iron, which didn't look like porcelain.
"Hey, little girl, what you are saying is wrong. Why would I put up a tin jar when I have nothing to do? Let me tell you, this is black pottery from the late Neolithic Age. It is a living antique..."
After the stall owner who was arguing with the foreigners heard Miao Feifei's words, he turned around and said something dissatisfied, then picked up a bronze vessel and said: "The things on my stall are all good items.
My friend, I see that you are an expert. Take a look at this bronze. It is a candlestick used by nobles to light lamps in the Western Zhou Dynasty. It is a serious thing."
Zhuang Rui smiled, took the clay pot that Miao Feifei was holding and put it on the ground. He took the bronze candlestick and said, "Is this from the Western Zhou Dynasty?"
This candlestick is about half a meter high, with a four-legged support below and a small lotus-shaped bowl held up by lotus leaves. It should be used to hold candles or lamp oil. There are also some carved patterns on the entire candlestick.
The green patina makes it look like an old item.
Zhuang Rui took it, looked at it, and threw it back hastily, as if his hands were stained with dirt.
"Hey, I'm telling you, don't throw it away if you don't want it. This object is very valuable. It definitely belongs to the Western Zhou Dynasty, not more than the Eastern Zhou Dynasty..." The stall owner was a little dissatisfied with Zhuang Rui's actions and carefully put the candlestick away.
In front of me, I turned around and started talking to a few foreigners again.
"Zhuang Rui, that thing looks so old. It might really be from the Zhou Dynasty."
Miao Feifei was just about to take it and take a look, but she didn't expect to be thrown back by Zhuang Rui.
Zhuang Rui had a very strange look on his face, looked at Miao Feifei and said: "Western Zhou Dynasty, do you believe it when he said it was the age of dinosaurs? Don't be stupid, last week's was pretty much the same..."
"Those patinas can't be produced in a day or two..." Miao Feifei didn't believe Zhuang Rui's words.
"Miss, I have dozens of ways to make that kind of patina. Who knows if that thing was made by soaking it in a latrine?"
As Zhuang Rui spoke, he rinsed his right hand with the mineral water in his hand. Although he was not mysophobic, he felt a little disgusted by this old-fashioned technique.
Miao Feifei was dumbfounded. She looked at her hands in a daze. She knew how many objects she had touched in Panjiayuan over the years. When Zhuang Rui said this, she almost felt like dying.
Seeing Miao Feifei's expression, Zhuang Rui laughed and said: "It's okay, it's not all the old methods I mentioned. Burying it in the soil for a month or two can also have the same effect."
"This is disgusting. Stop talking and let's go." Miao Feifei angrily punched Zhuang Rui, pulled his arm and pushed him out.
"Hey, don't worry, I still have something to buy."
Zhuang Rui bent down and picked up the clay pot that he had just placed at his feet. Others didn't understand the value of this thing, but he knew it clearly. Especially after seeing it with his spiritual energy, he was even more sure that it was an original old object.
Many friends may not know that pottery is not a unique invention of China. Archaeological discoveries have proved that many countries and regions in the world have successively invented pottery. However, China has made a big step forward on the basis of pottery...
…was the first to invent porcelain and wrote a glorious page in the history of human civilization.
Although porcelain and pottery are two different substances, there is a close connection between them. Without the invention of pottery and the experience gained from the continuous improvement of pottery making technology, porcelain would not have been invented independently.
The difference between the two is mainly divided into the following points. First, the firing temperature is different. The firing temperature of pottery is generally lower than that of porcelain, with a maximum of no more than 1100°C. The firing temperature of porcelain is relatively high, mostly at 1200°C.
Above, some even reach around 1400℃.
Second, the hardness is different. The firing temperature of pottery is low, the body is not completely sintered, the sound is muffled when knocked, the hardness of the body is poor, and some can even be scratched with a steel knife. The firing temperature of porcelain is high.
, the carcass is basically sintered, the sound is clear and crisp when struck, and it is difficult to make grooves on the surface of the carcass with an ordinary steel knife.
The third is that the raw materials used are also different. Pottery can be made from ordinary clay and fired, while porcelain requires specific materials to be made from high mountains.
In addition, the transparency and glaze color are also different. There is a big difference between the two, but there is no doubt that pottery is earlier than porcelain.
Some friends are going to say, don’t you say that the older the antiques are, the more valuable they are? This is right or wrong. Although pottery appeared earlier, it is relatively simple to bake, and the materials and workmanship are very rough.
Pottery, even if it is unearthed in the Neolithic period, is not very valuable, and even those pottery pots from the Han Dynasty are displayed and no one wants them.
But everything has two sides, and some of these pottery are valuable, such as the red pottery and painted pottery from the Yangshao Culture period, the black pottery from the Longshan Culture period, the white pottery from the late Shang Dynasty and the glazed pottery from the Han Dynasty. There are many fine products among them, and they are of great collection value.
However, the number that has survived is extremely rare, so people who play with pottery are also a relatively small group of people in the antique shop.
Antiques are not sought after by anyone, so the price naturally cannot rise. This is the current situation of pottery. Except for genuine and rare pottery, no one cares about the rest.
Zhuang Rui is very lucky. The piece he is holding now is indeed black pottery as the stall owner said, but it is not from the Neolithic period, but pure black pottery from the Longshan Culture period. Zhuang Rui just said that
The inside of the black pottery was wiped vigorously with hands, and the thin mud wall suddenly became black and shiny. Moreover, the pottery was extremely thin, a bit like eggshell porcelain. These are the characteristics of Longshan's fine black pottery.
Of course, Zhuang Rui also used spiritual energy to see it. If it weren't for the large amount of purple gas in the pot, Zhuang Rui wouldn't be so sure. After all, this object is so rare that he didn't even expect that there would be fakes everywhere.
Met at the stall.
Black pottery is unglazed, so if it is not wiped, it will look dull. This may be one of the main reasons why the object is covered with dust. Of course, for Zhuang Rui, this is a good time to pick up leaks, and others will see it.
If you understand, then what else do you expect to find out?
At this moment, the stall owner finally understood in plain language with the foreigner. The Kangxi blue and white landscape figure jar with lid was finally sold for 2,800 yuan. The stall owner took out a very exquisite box, packed the lid jar and handed it to the foreigner.
, and then count the money, and it’s considered clear.
The foreigner was complacent about buying something, but he didn't expect that the smiling stall owner was calling him a fool in his heart. The items he bought for two to three hundred yuan could be resold for 10 times, which also made the young businessman feel good. "Brother, we just sell it."
Talkative.
"Boss, how much do you sell this thing for?" Zhuang Rui asked when he saw that the stall owner was idle.
"Hey, brother, you're still playing with this thing. If you like it, take it away and I'll make it cheaper for you."
The stall owner was in a good mood now. Although he didn't make any money, he had already put the RMB in his pocket. He glanced at the pottery pot and said: "This thing is much older than the Kangxi blue and white lid pot, but
We are all our own people, I will give you a cheaper price, three thousand yuan, what do you think?"
When Zhuang Rui heard this, he immediately looked angry and said loudly in Pengcheng dialect: "Who are you fooling? You just fool foreigners, but you also want to fool me? I thought this thing was tacky, so I bought it and put it in my house. Then
It also shows that we are not educated, boss, you are not authentic, I don’t want it anymore.”
As soon as Zhuang Rui finished speaking, there was a burst of contemptuous looks from all around. Cultural people have always prided themselves on being noble. Those who collect are more particular about elegance. What they play for is leisure and leisure, and what they cultivate is human.
Sentiment, although these things are used to show off, but this meaning can only be understood but not expressed. For people like Zhuang Rui, it can be evaluated in one word: vulgar.
"Hey, I said, don't leave. Please give me a price..."
Seeing that Zhuang Rui was leaving, the stall owner became anxious. He was actually not from Beijing. He just rented a stall here and only set up the stall for one week every month. The rest of the time he traveled to various places to collect these things.
, of course, he usually collects them from those places where antiques are concentrated, but he also collects items that look a bit old. This pottery jar was collected from the countryside for five yuan by him. It seems to be from that household.
A thing that people use to give water to native dogs.
"I want two hundred yuan..."
Zhuang Rui's price was so aggressive that it wiped out a zero.
After hearing Zhuang Rui's words, the stall owner looked distressed and said: "Brother, I spent eight hundred to collect it, and you want to take it away just for two hundred? I'll give you an honest price.
Thousand yuan, take it if you want it, don’t pull it down..."
