With a shovel in his hand, he dug out the three magical artifacts Ye Chen gave him from the smelly soil beside the toilet pit.
These three magical artifacts were buried together with the rotten and smelly pig offal for two days. Once they were dug out, there was a pungent smell.
He pinched his nose and picked out the three magical artifacts from the soil, then carefully brushed the dirt around the artifacts with a soft brush, then wiped them carefully with a dry towel, then put them under his nose and smelled vigorously.
At this time, the smell of blood and fishy smell has faded a lot. According to Zhang Ermao's previous experience of selling antiques, this smell is very close to the smell of newly produced jade in Shengkeng.
Objects from raw pits, especially jade objects that were buried close to the body, will have a faint fishy odor no matter how they are cleaned for a period of time after they are just dug out from the ground. This odor even occurs after they are unearthed.
After a year, there will still be a faint residue. Ordinary people may not be able to smell anything, but people like Zhang Ermao who often deal with antiques can tell the difference by just smelling it with their noses.
The two pieces of jade were originally old items, but now that they have this smell, anyone who knows the art will almost conclude that these items came from a raw pit.
After confirming that there was nothing wrong with the things, Zhang Ermao hurriedly drove back to the city and went straight to the antique street.
The antique industry in Jinling still retains the business rule of working at sunrise and resting at sunset. In the words of insiders, you cannot do antique trading when it is dark, because you are afraid of being blinded by the darkness.
, and secondly, I was afraid of being robbed in the dark.
Therefore, merchants and stall owners in Antique Street basically start their business at dawn and close their stalls before dark.
Today happened to be Saturday, so when Zhang Ermao arrived at the antique street, the antique street was already as busy as a vegetable market in the early morning.
Zhang Ermao is already an old man in the antique street. After following Hong Wu some time ago, he left here and never came back. So when he suddenly appeared, many people recognized him and greeted him warmly: "
Brother Ermao, why do you have time to come back and take a look today?"
"That's right, Brother Ermao, you are now a popular person next to Mr. Hong Wu. Why do you still have time to come and see us poor brothers?"
Zhang Ermao thought to himself: "When I was swindling in the antique street, none of you looked down upon me. Who didn't yell at me and talk about Zhang Ermao all day long? Now I follow Hong Wu
Master, you all started calling me Brother Ermao."
Thinking of this, Zhang Ermao laughed twice and said to the people gathered around him: "To be honest with you, I am no longer with Mr. Hong Wu."
"What?" The man who had just called him Brother Ermao enthusiastically asked immediately: "Zhang Ermao, you have been doing well with Mr. Hong Wu, why did you suddenly stop following him if you don't want to?"