Don't believe the description "after the rain, the sky and the blue clouds pass by." The real Ru kiln is green with gray in it, and the number of pieces in existence is by no means the only more than 70 pieces that experts say.
I went over and took a look at this thing. At that time, I thought it looked like a Ru kiln, but I didn't dare to recognize it because the bottom tire exposed when the plate was broken was not the kind of fragrant gray tire, but a thick black tire. So I
I thought it was a Longquan kiln celadon plate from the early Ming Dynasty, so I didn't pay much attention to it and just missed it.
At that time, the old lady asked for 85,000 yuan, but no one bought it, so she left.
At 3:40 in the middle of the night, the door opened and people rushed in!
There are no market managers in the ghost market during this period, just the stalls in the greenhouses. You can occupy whichever one you like.
I ran over and found a spot, just put the box there, and then I spread a newspaper and sat on the floor playing with my phone.
"Hey, boss! What kind of goods are you selling? You don't even open the box."
"Don't fucking shine in my face. Does what I sell have anything to do with you?"
"Hey, there must be something wrong with you personally!"
I waited until about four o'clock in the morning when suddenly a young man wearing a peaked cap squatted in front of my stall.
This man's face was wrapped in a scarf, so he couldn't tell what he looked like, but he seemed to be young, around thirty at most.
"Hello, brother."
"Hello." I shook hands.
"Seller of carrots?" he asked.
"How do you know?" I asked.
He pointed to the trolley box wheel and said, "There is dirt on the wheel."
I stood up and said, "Do you want carrots or white radish?"
She smiled and said: "It doesn't matter whether it's red or white, as long as it grows from the soil, I want it."
I lit a cigarette, took a puff and said, "You're not a chicken, are you?"
He squatted on the ground and said, "Do you think I look like me?"
I said it doesn't look like it.
He stood up, clapped his hands, handed me a business card and said, "Call me at dawn. I have the ability. Let's talk about things." After that, he turned around and left.
I shouted: "Hey! Brother! Don't you look at the contents of the box!"
He turned around and said, "There's nothing in your fucking box! What are you looking at!"
I was stunned and laughed.
I opened the box and found nothing inside except a pile of scrap newspapers. At the same time, I lowered my head and glanced at the business card, which read: "The Soul Bottle King, Qin Xida." Underneath was a row of mobile phone numbers.
At around seven o'clock in the morning, I wiped my mouth after breakfast, took out my mobile phone and dialed the mobile number printed on the business card. After a chat, the other party reported an address, and I drove there.
It was in an old neighborhood. When I arrived, I knocked on the door.
"Come in, the door is unlocked."
As soon as the door was opened, a crisp bell sounded.
I looked up and saw that there was a hand-cranked copper bell hanging above the door. This thing came from Hunan, probably in the early Qing Dynasty, and was a soul-calling bell.
"Here we come, brother." The man greeted him.
Now that the disguise was gone, I could see clearly what this man looked like. He was about 27 or 28 years old, with short hair, very white teeth, and a bit of a handsome look.
"Qin Xida."
"Xiang Feng."
The two parties shook hands, and I asked out of curiosity: "Brother, the Soul Bottle King written on your business card is that you specialize in soul bottles?"
He said: "No, as long as there is something that can make money out of the soil, I will do anything. The soul bottle business is just one of them."
He added: "Brother Xiang Feng, although we are meeting for the first time, I can see that we are in the same family."
"Oh, how come you can see it?"
"Haha, you're not married yet, are you?"
I shook my head.
"You haven't talked to your girlfriend either, right?"
I nodded.
He smiled and said: "Haha, you see, I feel right, right? The first time I saw you, I felt that we are the same person, because strong people are destined to be lonely, and excellent people are generally single."
After hearing this, I instantly felt a sense of identity and felt that I might have met a soulmate.
