I poured it out, put it on the table, picked it up with chopsticks, and looked at the light bulb carefully.
This thing is rectangular, white with a little yellow in color, very similar to the Wangwang Snow Cake that I ate when I was a kid. It’s not the current one. The earliest Wangwang Snow Cake was this kind of rectangle.
I brought it close to my nose and smelled it, it was colorless and odorless.
I casually took out a lighter and burned it, but it didn't burn.
Huh...
Suddenly, the more I look at them, the more they look like each other.
I see!
These are fucking ashes from ancient times!
Throw it away and quickly wipe my hands with a wet towel.
That’s right, it is!
The ashes in the TV series were shot blindly. In the past, the ashes were not powdered. After burning, a large piece would be left, and then cracked open with a hammer. The main component is calcium phosphate, which is not easy to degrade. If it is stored properly, it will not rot for many years.
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I was busy beating up other jars. They were all filled with lumps of ashes. They were very old and there were many of them. I didn’t know how many people they belonged to.
Because it was burned into pieces, it was impossible to tell whether the original owner was a man or a woman.
I poured them out, squatted on the ground and smoked, staring at the pile of ashes in a daze.
"call...."
He cursed secretly and scratched his head vigorously.
The jar was very heavy. Before I opened it, I was as excited as if I were betting on a stone. I thought there was gold in the jar.
There's a fart, it's all just pieces of old ashes.
I've heard of people collecting this stuff, but I don't know them and have no way of doing it. In ancient times, cremation was prohibited in most places. I've heard that a pound of old ashes in this primitive state can cost several hundred. They didn't know what to do with them after they took them away.
Yeah.
Some talk about making medicine, and some talk about using it in altars.
I don’t know how many people’s ashes there were. I had to sleep in the house at night. Seeing that I felt uncomfortable, I packed a few sacks and threw them all away.
If you want to make money, your only hope now is these ten big white jars on the ground in front of you, white porcelain carved jars from the Song Dynasty.
This is definitely not a soul bottle. Soul bottles have small mouths and small houses and various little people carved on the lid.
Some people can't tell the difference, let me teach you a trick.
Whenever you see a large bottle with a staircase pattern engraved on it, it is basically a soul product for the deceased to be buried with you. Don't dare to put it in your home, because there may be people living in some of them.
Turning it over, you can see that the bottoms of these large white jars are exposed, and they have been painted with a layer of glass-white protective glaze. You can also see the three sesame dots left by Jidingyaki.
Looking carefully, my heart suddenly started to beat faster.
Are these jars... Are they Ding kiln white porcelain from the Northern Song Dynasty?
I have never seen such a big one. I only saw some small items in Baiding Kiln, and plates are rare.
If it is a big pot from Ding kiln in the Northern Song Dynasty, you will make a fortune!
If not, it might be a Gongxian kiln, or a type kiln. I have ten of them, and I can definitely sell them for a fortune.
I wasn't sure, so I found a cell phone without a card inserted, took a photo, and then went straight to the Internet cafe with my cell phone.
"Brother Xiaoqiang, haven't you slept yet?"
When I first entered the house, I saw the boss, Xiaoqiang, posting World of Warcraft promotional materials on the wall.
"Here, brother, if you have time, help me."
I stepped on the stool and held it down for him.
Xiaoqiang stuck it on with glue, patted the poster hard and said with a smile: "Why don't you sleep? Your sister-in-law went back to her parents' house today, I want to be high until dawn!"
The Internet cafe is doing well. Two new machines were added the day before yesterday, and now there are eight machines. Because his wife is not at home tonight, Xiaoqiang called several buddies to come and set up a table in the courtyard to drink.
"Good brother! Five leaders... six six six!..."
They were drinking and shouting in the courtyard, and I went to the house to surf the Internet.
The room was filled with smoke, like a fairyland.
No matter day or night, every time I come here, I can see the brother who plays CS. He shoots and shakes his head.
I pulled up the chair and sat down next to him, pressing the power button.
