"Why do you look at me like this? My books are indeed full of knowledge."
After that, he opened the book and let me read it.
I was stunned. This thick book turned out to be a book about copper coins from past dynasties, called the Catalog of Ancient Coins, edited by Hua Guangpu. I had read it a few years ago. People in the industry called it "Hua Pu" and it was an introduction to copper coin collection.
Level reading material.
"You brat, you don't do your homework! You read this crappy book every day! You even spent all the pocket money I gave you to buy crappy stuff. Don't think I don't know!" The eldest sister raised her stick and wanted to hit her again.
I was so happy that this skinny boy was exactly the same as me back then. He didn't do his job every day. He was just carved from the same mold.
Maybe I was more naughty than him back then? I was thinking about how to fake it when I was twelve years old. I wrote "Qianlong Year of the Qing Dynasty" with a watercolor pen under the bowl where my milk was eaten. After I wrote it, I burned it with a candle and finally buried it.
When we arrived under the apple tree in the yard, my grandma couldn't find the bowl she was eating in. She asked me if I had seen it, and I said I accidentally broke it and threw it away.
I persuaded the eldest sister.
The skinny boy thought he had found a soulmate, so he forced me to visit his collection.
In his house, he collected dozens of broken bottles, large jars, broken bowls and basins, etc., with many varieties.
After a few minutes, he came over with another drawer and showed it to me. It was full of old copper coins and a Yuan Datou.
"How about it, brother, look at it, these are my collections over the past few years."
I glanced at it briefly and asked, "Where did you get it? Did you pay for it?"
"No, I don't have any money. This all belongs to my classmates' families. They didn't want it, so they gave it to me."
"Haha! What a good boy, you have a lot of skills."
"Do you understand these things?"
He shook his head.
"Let me tell you, that bottle is of light crimson color and dates from the early Republic of China. If you don't believe me, if you turn the bottle around, there must be one of the four era names written on the back: Yichou, Bingyin, Dingmao, and Wuchen."
He ran over to read it and immediately said: "It's amazing! It's written in the year of Yichou! Brother, how did you know this without even looking at it?"
I smiled and said I didn't need to look at it at all. Besides, if you turn over those blue and white plates, you'd see a very scrawled blue and white pattern on the bottom.
"Yes! Yes!"
I explained: "These types of models are all monogram models, not official kiln models, because the painters are not right. These are the characteristics of the era of the utensils."
"What about this, bro? I read in the book that this glaze color is the crab-shell green in the tea powder glaze, right?"
"Don't read randomly. It's just a big pickle jar. If you don't clean it, it won't be the same color after you clean it."
"Oh, then look at these copper coins I collected."
I picked it up twice and said it was good.
In fact, everything is very ordinary, at least in my eyes.
Unexpectedly, the skinny boy suddenly knelt down for me.
He hugged my feet and said loudly: "Master! You can accept me as your apprentice! I can see that you are a master! You have the ability, master!"
"Let go! Why are you holding my feet?"
"Don't let me go! If you don't accept me as your disciple! I won't let you go! Even if I die!"
