Wen Wen's mother came out of the kitchen wearing an apron and holding a kitchen knife in her hand and shouted: "Xiao Xiang, keep your belly. We will eat it at home tonight. I have stewed pig's trotters for you!"
Before I could say anything, Wenwen's dad grabbed the conversation and said, "Mom, don't interrupt me! Didn't you see that we are studying antiques?"
Wenwen's mother's face gradually darkened, she raised her kitchen knife and said, "What do you mean?"
"I don't mean anything, my dear, thank you for your hard work."
After hearing this, Wenwen's mother put down the kitchen knife, cursed and entered the kitchen again.
Wenwen's father immediately said: "Xiaoxiang, I generally don't know anything about women."
I thought to myself, you are just a rake, so there is no need to make excuses.
My thoughts were interrupted by Wenwen's mother, and I continued to carefully look at the "human head jar" in the brocade box.
"What can you tell? Last year I asked experts from the museum to identify this thing. The experts said it was not too old and said that this kind of vessel did not exist in ancient times and that it was a product of hysteria."
"Uncle, do you believe my words or the experts?"
"Xiao Xiang, my family Wenwen said you are a real master! I definitely believe you."
I nodded and frowned: "This thing is very old, at least several hundred years older."
What is important in the antique business is vision, but in addition to vision, there is also courage!
Some experts have never seen a certain kind of thing in their life, and one day they suddenly see it and dare not recognize it. I am different. Old things have charm. I believe that this "human head jar" is a special cultural relic.
"Uncle, can I get my hands on it and take a look?"
"sure."
I carefully took the thing out of the box, and it felt cold in my hand. The material should be pottery.
The human head jar, as the name suggests, looks like a human head, made of black pottery, with lifelike facial features. There is a bald head on the top of the head, and strands of hair are carved on the back of the head. The Tianling lid has a button lid, and it can be removed by gently lifting it with your hand.
When I opened my mind, it looked extremely awkward and weird.
Think about it, who would use this kind of thing every day in ancient times? What was it used for?
There is a lyric that says "lift your skull", maybe this thing is the prototype.
Before I saw it, I thought it would be something like a terracotta warrior head, but I didn't expect it to look like this.
Wenwen’s dad asked me: “Xiaoxiang, what do you think this thing is used for?”
How do I know?
But I didn’t want to lose face, so I said, “This thing…maybe it was used by ancient people to store melon seed peels.”
"Put melon seed peels on?"
I nodded: "Yes, put melon seed peels on it, use it like this."
I sat on a chair to demonstrate, holding the human head jar between my legs, opening the lid, and doing a set of melon seed eating movements, which was very convenient.
"Uncle, how did you get this?"
Wenwen's dad said oh and recalled: "The year before last, on Sunday, around five o'clock in the morning, I went to the antique market to visit the morning market. I saw such an item on Lao Xiong's stall in the market, so I spent three days on it.
Bought it for a thousand dollars."
"Then where did Old Bear get this thing?" I asked.
Wenwen's father shook his head and couldn't explain clearly, but unexpectedly he hurriedly said: "Old Xiong is still setting up a stall in the antique market. It's not far. How about we go and have a look? Just ask him."
Things that I don’t even recognize must have a lot of background!
I was eager to find out what the human head jar was used for, so I went to the antique market with Wenwen's father to find the seller named Xiong.
In the early years, there was no antique market in Kangding. It was just a vegetable market, half of which sold vegetables and half of which sold antiques. From the impression that you can see the Zheduo River from the market, the dirt roads along the river are full of old men selling mushrooms.
Mrs.
After entering the market, Wenwen's father led me around and around. He suddenly shouted: "Old Bear! Why are you closing the stall so early today!"
This old bear is in his fifties, with a belly as big as that of a pregnant woman, an unshaven face, and an image of a rough and unkempt man.
"Lao Wang, why are you here when you have time? It's getting colder and colder today. No one is buying anything. It's better to close the stall early and go home to sleep."
I took a quick look and saw that there was not a single genuine product in this old bear stall. They were all fakes, such as fake turquoise necklaces and rings, fake coral bracelets, various fake Tibetan playthings, etc. It was estimated that everything was added up.
, the purchase price is no more than 500 yuan. How did such a low-end stall obtain such canned heads?
Wenwen's father said: "Don't be too busy closing the stall. I have something to ask you. I bought a personal head can from you the year before last. Do you still remember? It cost three thousand yuan."
"Fuck, you want to return it? It's been two years, but you can't return it."
"If I don't want to return it, I'm just asking you where the can of human heads came from, and whether you collected it or picked it up."
