Sure enough, the man asked him for five yuan, saying that the jar was old stuff.
At that time, people who were selling their scraps made fun of him: "Old Bei, is that jar of yours used to pickle pickles? Even if it is an antique, it is still a broken antique and worthless."
The man blushed a little, because others were right, this jar was indeed used for pickling sours at home. He also had no money at home. When he saw a child coming to collect old things, he wanted to pass it off as an antique and sell it for a few bucks.
"Humph, even if this one is broken, I still have good ones at home."
However, just after he finished speaking, another man laughed at him: "Don't think about those jars dug in the back mountains that no one else wants? Humph, you can buy a good jar for just a few cents, and you are the only one who can buy one."
Bei just used those jars. It’s so ugly if they don’t leave ashes and throw them away.”
"..."
The middle-aged man, Lao Bei, was suddenly speechless.
Because, what others said was correct, many jars were dug out in the back mountain, and the few good ones were robbed as soon as they were discovered.
The remaining ones were either crooked to the left or crooked to the right, or had cracks. Others thought they were ugly and didn't want them, but he chose some good ones and brought them back. At home, he used these jars for pickling, pickling, pickling, and canning of millet and beans.
Ashin found clay-made gray pottery with a diameter of more than ten centimeters and a height of more than thirty centimeters. It has an open mouth, a flat rim, a square lip, a short neck, wide shoulders, a round belly, and a small flat bottom. The lower part of the belly is decorated with irregular horizontal and vertical ropes.
Pattern.
He looks a bit like an antique.
But even antiques are only valuable if they are complete. This broken jar should not be valuable.
Therefore, he pulled the man, and the man became more energetic and stayed by his side.
One of A Xin and A Biao called them scraps, and the other gave them money. In a short time, the scraps that everyone came to sell were all dealt with.
After everyone left, Ashin asked the person selling broken jars: "How many of these jars do you have at home?"
The man hesitated for a moment and then said: "There are both jars and bottles, but" he looked at Ashin and said, "those are all good, and some are quite beautiful. I want to sell them for three yuan each. Do you really want them?"
Ashin nodded: "Of course it's true."
The man said: "Come here tomorrow at this time, and I will sell it to you. Although today's one is a bit chipped, it is still an antique. Please give me two yuan."
Ashin gave the man two dollars and left with the jar.
After returning to the small courtyard in the north of the city, he thought about it and felt a little unsure, so he immediately rushed to Shen Qi's small courtyard to find Mengyu.
"Did you bring that jar?" Mengyu asked.
"Well, I don't dare to bring it in, so I just put it outside the yard."
Mengyu was anxious: "Aren't you afraid that others will take it away?"
Ashin didn't care: "Don't be afraid, who would take such a broken jar?"
When Ashin came in again with a jar that was a little crooked, Xiao Tao shouted: "Master, please accept that jar quickly. It is really an antique. Moreover, it does not have any evil or evil vibes, so it is not a burial object."
Mengyu thought, if it is a burial object, although it can be purified, after all, it will not be clean after being corroded.
She was immediately excited when she heard that this jar was not a burial object.
"Okay, I'll follow you down right away."
She had an intuition that there should be an ancient kiln for burning pots near the back hill of the village, and these burnt waste products were transported here and discarded.
Those things may not seem like much to others, but to her they are treasures.