I was still very impressed. He made a small screen and put it next to me.
It was a movie about the Ghost King. It started with a man supporting himself on the ground and burning a lot of incense under his buttocks. As he squatted down, the incense burned his buttocks. If it hurt, he had to push it up.
I don’t know what the title of the film is, but it’s unsightly.
Brother Shuantou squinted his eyes and stared at the small screen with great interest, not caring about other people's gazes at all.
I sent the photo of the jar and waited for about ten minutes. Xiaoxuan sent a message saying: "haiyoumeiyoul."
I sent a few more pictures.
Xiaoxuan replied: "bushidingyao."
Why do I keep pronouncing Pinyin letters? After asking again, I found out that the person sitting on the other end was Baotou. He couldn't type and could only press Pinyin.
"Master, you said this jar is not from the Ding kiln of the Northern Song Dynasty?"
"Buxiangshi".
After chatting for a few minutes, it was really hard to read, so I asked the boss to talk while Xiaoxuan typed.
I kept chatting on QQ until 11:30. I got a lot of useful information from the boss, and finally figured out what this white jar was.
This is not a white porcelain jar from the Ding kiln of the Northern Song Dynasty, but a white jar made from the "Guangzhi Kiln" of the Northern Song Dynasty.
The key to carving the heads and ears is that they all have covers. There are 10 of them at a time, so they are hard to see.
"Guangzhi kiln" is a kind of white glaze system. It is almost extinct in the northern antique market. You can occasionally see some in the south. Its quantity is relatively small, but because it is a small local kiln, the price has never been higher than that of Ding kiln.
But after all, things are rare and expensive. Guangzhi kiln, Sui white porcelain, and Privy glaze white porcelain should be about the same, and the price must be over five figures.
If one is sold for 20,000, ten of them can be sold for 200,000. But I have all the covers and they are still complete, so I estimate they are more than 20,000.
I happened to have a computer, so I checked online again and found that the ruins of the Guangze Kiln in the Song Dynasty were located in the north of Nanping today. From a geographical point of view, it was very close to Tianjing Village where I lived. I might have bought it there back then.
Yes, it was buried for 800 years.
The boss is far more knowledgeable than me, and I also know what "Zeyuan" is.
The tomb in Tianjingcun Reservoir is the "Leoze Garden" of the Song Dynasty.
The meaning of "Leo Zeyuan" is that in ancient times, it was supervised by the government and was a centralized burial place for ownerless corpses.
It can also be understood as the current group rental.
Different from later generations and previous dynasties, cremation was very popular for a long time in the Song Dynasty. Mass graves existed in Tianjing Village before.
The tomb of thirty square meters is not small. I originally thought that a local official from the Song Dynasty was buried there, but I didn't expect that it was the Luze Garden built by the government.
No wonder there was no coffin, no layer of rammed earth, no epitaph, and no gold, silver, or jewelry to accompany the burial. Because the government money was spent, the builders at that time had room to maneuver. They must have saved whatever they could, and whatever they saved went into their own pockets.
At that time, we just built a brick tomb according to the required specifications, sent people to a small workshop that produced tomb bricks to buy tomb bricks, and bought twelve large jars made by Guangguang Kiln nearby to hold the ashes, and finally buried them hastily.
Already.
I speculate that there are at least 7 people's ashes in one jar, and 12 jars would be more than 80. In other words, more than 80 people lived in this ancient tomb of about 30 square meters...
Just like the Internet cafe owner Xiaoqiang said, in their Shangougou village for ten generations, even the poor mice have not come here, so there are no big officials anywhere.
If I hadn't dug deeper, I wouldn't have known that this place would be the Lake Lake Garden.
Nanping was called Jianzhou or Jianning Prefecture in the Song Dynasty. If you are interested, you can check the local county annals. The county annals record how many gardens were built in a certain year, including Tianjing Village.
"How much is it? Brother Qiang, I'm getting off the plane."
Xiaoqiang got drunk and loudly shouted in the courtyard: "What...nothing for free! I'm happy today! No need to pay! It's free!"
"Brother Qiang is awesome! Brother Qiang is mighty!"
When he heard that tonight was free, Brother Tou Tou was so happy that he praised it loudly. After saying that, he did not forget to go to the freezer to get a bottle of beer.
This night was really free, but later I heard that his wife came back from her parents’ house and beat Xiaoqiang up.
I hid in the ravine and did not contact outside friends, just to avoid the puppet show. After a long time, they stopped paying attention to me, and I went out to do activities.
The southern sect and the northern sect, tomb robbers, and antiquities circles are all big or small, but they are afraid of getting to know each other. After all, no matter how far the distance is, it is only a phone call away.
You have to be careful when selling goods. I try not to show up as much as possible and let Ye Zi run away.
After I returned home, I dug a hole outside the wall and buried all the ashes that looked like Wangwang snow cakes in the hole.
Cigarettes curled up.
He lit three incense sticks, said goodbye and said: "Brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts, don't be offended. I just want to make a fortune. It's dry here and the scenery is good. It's better than soaking in water. You can live here."
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After saying that, I put three sticks of incense on the ground, and then I went back to the house to sleep.
I covered myself with a quilt and slept soundly at first, but then I had a nightmare.
I dreamed that there were many dark shadows walking around in the courtyard, and then these shadows pushed the door open and came in.
These people were in rags, men and women, old and young. They all gathered around with stern faces and expressionless faces. There was a child with no clothes on, no eyeballs in his eyes, just two black eyes.
He stood beside my bed, tilting his head and looking at the hole.
I woke up from the nightmare and it was dawn.
I went to Ye Zi's house, and her father was as enthusiastic as ever.
"Do you have any antique collectors here?"
"Are you going to sell those big jars?"
I said yes.
Ye Zi thought for a while and said: "I know there is a man named Donglei who came to our village to collect antiques before."
This type of people are front-line shovelers. They basically can't offer high prices and don't have the strength.
"How old is this man? What kind of car does he drive?"
Ye Zi said: "More than 40 years old, driving a motorcycle."
"Besides this Donglei, is there anyone else?"
Ye Zi shook his head and said no.
Ten Northern Song Dynasty Guangze Kiln white porcelain jars with lids. I want to sell each one for 50,000, and the total price is 500,000. This shovel of land that Ye Zi mentioned is called Donglei. His family doesn’t have a car, so he rides a motorcycle. I’m afraid.
He can't take out so much.
"Xiang Feng, how much can those jars be sold for?"
"That's not necessarily true. It might be sold for 100,000 yuan."
After hearing this, Ye Zi frowned: "Then I am compensated? I can only share 40,000 for 40%. You said you would give me 50,000 before. Xiang Feng, I don't understand anything, you won't lie to me, right?"
"You can't lie to me, I trust you so much."
I took a sip of water and said, "As I said, it's not necessarily the case. It's possible to sell it for 200,000 yuan. It's all up to negotiation. Why are you panicking?"
Seeing her father in the kitchen, Ye Zi suddenly came over.
She put her hand on my thigh and whispered: "Xiang Feng, did you go to the Internet cafe to watch imperial movies yesterday?"
"cough!"
I choked on my water.
"Nonsense! Who did you hear that I went to an Internet cafe?"
"Oh, don't worry, I listen to what others say anyway."
Ye Zi wanted to please me and wanted me to give her more money. While my father was away, she secretly stuffed something into my hand and whispered: "Don't go to the Internet cafe to watch royal movies. Let's go to the reservoir at night. There
