Yin-Yang Sacred Eye of the City

Chapter 54 Picture in Picture

After walking all the way, Luo Chen didn't see any decent treasures.

"Pack it up and sell it, pack it up and sell it, the routine of antiques is too deep, I'm going home to farm, pack it up, pack 3 pieces for one hundred yuan, and sell it!" A helpless and desperate cry sounded.

Immediately, a group of onlookers were attracted. Hearing that it was a package sale, all of them held the idea of ​​picking up a bargain, opened their eyes, and carefully browsed the items on the booth.

"Well, what kind of rubbish are you all, you can pay 3 yuan for three pieces, don't even give it to me!"

"It's all about writing, it's a waste of my time, hurry up and get out with your rubbish."

"Yeah, hurry up and go back to the countryside to farm, you can't play antique routines."

After looking at the stall owner's belongings, everyone shook their heads, and some even cursed.

The stall owner looked at all kinds of objects rotting in his hands, his face was full of anxiety, and he wanted to cry but had no tears.

Luo Chen glanced at it, but his heart was shocked. There were some precious treasures in the pile of broken items of the stall owner with a sad face.

"Young man, I want these three."

When the crowd dispersed, an old man in a gray-green vest and a pair of reading glasses randomly picked three of them and held them in his hands, and said to the sad-faced stall owner.

The sad-faced stall owner looked up and saw an old man with gray hair, he said a little bit unbearably: "Master, these are worthless, you should go to other places to have a look."

"It's okay, I'm just buying it for fun, you keep the money, if I find a treasure, don't be jealous, haha." The uncle took out a hundred yuan and handed it to the sad-faced stall owner.

"Well, I hope you can find the baby."

After the transaction was successful, the uncle took one of the three antiques and took a purple clay pot to look at it carefully.

Luo Chen sighed slightly in his heart, this uncle is really an old hand, when he started to choose, he seemed to take three pieces at random, but his eyes glanced at the purple clay pot already in his hand intentionally or unintentionally.

And this purple clay pot is actually one of the few treasures among all the objects of the crying face stall owner.

What surprised Luo Chen even more was that the dilapidated calligraphy and painting that he casually threw on the booth, which at first glance looked like a defective product, actually contained a hidden mystery, which was of great value, even the most valuable.

"I think this purple clay pot is not bad, young man, I don't want these two, I give it to you." The uncle stroked the purple clay pot and said happily.

Who is not happy to find a treasure that has been doubled dozens of times, and the other two are garbage, so it is not bad to give it to the stall owner.

The crying face stall owner knew this, and thought that the uncle was pitying himself, "Master, really, really don't want it anymore?"

"No, you can take care of it yourself."

"I don't want it, sir. I want it. This is one hundred yuan. I want this jade pendant and this pipe."

Luo Chen was still worried that this uncle would take away the rare treasure of calligraphy and painting. Seeing that he didn't want it, he was overjoyed, took the calligraphy and painting in his hand, and pointed to the other two.

The sad-faced stall owner saw another customer, happily took the money, and handed the jade pendant and pipe to Luo Chen.

The uncle who was playing with the purple sand pot saw that Luo Chen had bought the waste he didn't want, and his face showed a smug look. He found the treasure and was in a good mood. Would you like to teach the young man in front of him a lesson?

The uncle put away the purple sand pot, turned his head, and said to Luo Chen with a smile: "Young man, although you can find treasures in this night market, it is not so easy. Like you, it is very likely that you will not be able to find them."

"Look at my purple sand teapot. In the eyes of ordinary people, the arc of the spout and handle is not neat, and it can even be said to be rough. They must think it is a shoddy fake."

The stall owner nodded, agreeing with the old man's statement. In his own opinion, this broken purple clay pot is indeed too crude in workmanship, and it is not necessary to give it away.Seeing this uncle holding it in his hand like a treasure, he was puzzled, could it be that this is still a fish that slipped through the net?

Luo Chen sighed slightly in his heart, this uncle still has two brushes, "It is indeed a bit rough, but there are reasons for its roughness."

The uncle was taken aback, opened his eyes wide, and had a look of incredulity on his face, "Do you know that this is not a simple purple clay pot?"

"During the Mingde period, the first batch of kiln products fired by the Changming official kiln were purple sand pots. Because they were the first batch, and the Changming official kiln had some defects, this kind of messy arc and rough workmanship appeared. Defective product." Luo Chen smiled slightly, and directly told the origin of the purple clay pot.

"That means this is a genuine product!" The stall owner was very excited, but thinking that he had already sold it, he immediately shook his head.

"You, you actually know this!" The uncle was already incoherent in shock.

The kid in front of him looked young, but he didn't expect to have such eyesight and insight.

The secret of the first kiln products of Mingde Changming Kiln was discovered by accident in an old book many years ago, and I don't know where this kid heard about it.

Maybe just like myself, I found out by luck. The uncle comforted himself in his heart. After all, the longer he spends in the antique world, the richer his knowledge and experience will be. I have been in the antique world for decades. Why? Will be compared to a brat who is still young.

"Slightly understand, slightly understand" Luo Chen said modestly.

Hearing this, the uncle's face turned livid, and he glanced at the last item that Luo Chen bought for 100 yuan, "Since you know something, why do you want to buy this rubbish?"

Luo Chen shook his head, picked up the worn calligraphy and painting, "This is not rubbish."

The uncle looked at the discarded calligraphy and painting in Luo Chen's hand, and his heart sank. Could it be that it is really a treasure?But he said: "Impossible, the font style is messy, there is no style of everyone, it can't even be regarded as a copy, this must be rubbish!"

"Judging from the font style and strength trend, this does not even count as a copy. But." Luo Chen paused, held up the whole calligraphy and painting and looked at the place with strong light, feeling more certain in his heart.

The uncle also looked at the past, but found nothing different, and asked suspiciously: "But what?"

Luo Chen smiled slightly, "Boss, borrow your utility knife."

The crying face stall owner found a utility knife and handed it to Luo Chen, and then looked at the dilapidated calligraphy and painting. Is there anything special about the calligraphy and painting?

Take the handmade knife and stroke lightly along the bottom edge of the calligraphy and painting, and the brand new drawing paper will come out.

"It turns out that there is another layer inside!" The stall owner was amazed.

Luo Chen slowly peeled off the upper layer of drawing paper. Fortunately, the adhesion was not strong and did not affect the drawing paper inside.

A new set of calligraphy and painting was displayed in front of everyone, flying like a dragon and flying like a phoenix, with a bold and unrestrained style and a magnificent momentum.At the signature seal, the word "Zhang Xu" is particularly eye-catching.

"Picture-in-picture! Zhang Xu, the 'Sage of Grass' of the Tang Dynasty!"