Wang Qiang knew nothing about this kind of thing. He followed Lin Yi and yawned repeatedly, smoking one cigarette after another.
Wukong was also impatient in the cat bag, always trying to find a gap to get out.
"Old Lin, I finally figured it out. The oldest thing in this world, apart from the old man Lian Tan'er, is Ultraman.
Why don't we go back? If we want to make mistakes here, unless we really meet someone who doesn't know how to do it, we will end up being cheated. "
"Hey, it's different when you wear the gold-touching talisman. It makes you more capable!"
Lin Yi praised.
Wang Qiang blew out a smoke ring with a proud look on his face.
"It's not that he has gained any skills. It's just that Xue Wei has seen a little bit of the world. These things can't catch my eyes at all now!"
"You said you were fat and you still had asthma! Okay, this ghost market is like this, let's go, have a late night snack and go back to the room to sleep."
With that said, Lin Yi also took the lighter and lit one. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, a man's voice behind him stopped him.
"Master, please lend us your lighter."
The speaker spoke with a Xifu accent, which was quite different from the accent here in Guanzhong.
Lin Yi didn't think much, turned around and handed him the lighter.
The man took the lighter, lit a cigarette, and then put the lighter into his pocket.
"Ahem!"
Lin Yi pretended to be choked and coughed twice. The man immediately reacted and patted his forehead.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I forgot."
With that said, he returned the lighter to Lin Yi.
Then he squatted down and smoked, the smoke rings billowing back and forth between his left and right hands, looking very worried.
Take another closer look at what he's wearing.
In Xijing in March, it was still a bit cold in the early morning.
He was wearing a jacket and jeans, squatting on the ground with an artificial leather travel bag between his legs.
Even Wang Qiang could see that something was not right about this guy.
Whispering next to Lin Yi:
"I guess he has something in this bag."
"Is there something you want to take action on?"
Lin Yi half-crouched and asked tentatively.
The man looked up, smiled reluctantly, and nodded.
"Can you show it to me?"
"Let's see."
The man held the cigarette in his mouth, reached out and pushed the bag to Lin Yi's hand.
Wang Qiang was about to reach out, but Lin Yi stopped him.
"Please open it, please."
He has his reasons for doing this.
When doing business in an antique shop, there is never any hand-to-hand business.
Especially items like porcelain.
I'm afraid that if someone loses his hand and falls to the ground, it won't be clear.
Someone like him who sets up a stall in a ghost market in the middle of the night and puts things in bags for people to look through is probably a trap set up by the seller.
What if Wang Qiang opens it and there are a bunch of broken porcelain pieces inside, and the seller says you broke my things. The key is that these porcelain pieces are real. Then it will be someone else's turn to open his mouth, and you can only admit defeat. , there is no place to reason.
Lin Yi learned all this online along the way, and he just put it to use here.
However, the man in front of him didn't seem to observe anything from Lin Yi's actions.
He opened the zipper carelessly and took out a coarse cloth bag.
After being untied, there were several earthenware jars inside.
"Look, it's all here."
After saying that, he spread out the furoshiki and squatted aside to smoke.
Lin Yi and Wang Qiang knelt down and turned on the flashlight to take a closer look.
Three expanded earthen jars.
First of all, it can be judged from the shape, texture, texture and color that these earthen jars are not a product of modern times.
The characteristics are very consistent with the pottery shapes of the Western Zhou Dynasty.
The main characteristics of Western Zhou pottery are bag-shaped feet, ring feet, and flat bottoms.
The decorations are still mainly thick-textured rope patterns, and there are also some lines, grates, strings, carved triangles, etc.
These three pieces of gray pottery reveal an ancient charm from the inside out.
This is what experts commonly call "Wang Qi".
As long as "qi" is correct, this thing is basically 90% accurate.
The most important thing is that these things have a kind of "rustic" that has not been completely eliminated.
It looks like it was just dug out of the ground.
Could it be that you have met a colleague?
Lin Yi gently placed the clay pot in his hand on the ground, pulled one out of the cigarette case and handed it to the old man.
After the brother took it, he naturally put it behind his ears.
Then he asked tentatively:
"Is it from Mingqi?"
"What do you mean?"
Seeing that he didn't answer, Lin Yi didn't continue to ask.
"Oh, it doesn't mean anything. I mean you should give me a price for this thing."
"Do you want it?"
The elder brother said with excitement.
"Yes, I want it, just tell me the price."
"I know that there are people who know the goods in the provincial capital. I have been selling it here for a few days and no one has asked me. I won't say anything. I originally bought two thousand yuan for each one. If you want it, five thousand yuan and three for you. Take them all.”
To be honest, the price he offered was not high.
This kind of pottery pot that can be dated, if the shape of the pot is complete, will definitely not be this price.
It's just that there are three jars in front of me. The mouth, bottom and body of the jar are all damaged and worn to varying degrees.
If you say this thing is old, it is indeed quite old.
But in this area of Xijing, in terms of "oldness", how old can you be compared to the Banpo ruins? If that's not enough, there is also the Lantian ape-man ruins to the east.
Xijing was originally the capital of the Western Zhou Dynasty, and Chencang, the Western Prefecture, also happened to be the headquarters of the Zhou Dynasty.
It is not unusual for a few Zhou Dynasty objects to appear among the people.
But if you want to make a lot of money with these things, you can't even think about it.
Lin Yi is just practicing his skills now. In fact, he wants to know the origin of these gray clay pots.
But there are "three no questions" in the ghost market. This guy seems to understand nothing, but he is quite strict, so he has to give up.
"Okay, five thousand is five thousand!"
The old man opposite was overjoyed, took out his mobile phone from his pocket, and clicked on his WeChat payment code.
Lin Yi smiled secretly in his heart.
Showing his timidity again, it seems that this guy really doesn’t understand.
As long as things with unknown origins such as ghost market transactions are cash, I am afraid that problems will arise in the future and I will be involved.
Fortunately for him, he accepted payment on WeChat, and his WeChat name seemed to be his real name: Zhang Qiuli.
"Sorry, I don't have any money on WeChat. Please take cash."
Lin Yi found an excuse, took out the cash from his bag and counted it. There were only more than two thousand yuan. He asked Wang Qiang to get some more, collected five thousand yuan, and gave it to his brother.
The old man put his travel bag between his crotch and squatted on the ground to count the money.
"Don't worry, I won't miss you."
Wang Qiang urged from the side.
The old man nodded and counted the money. After checking it twice to make sure it was OK, he stood up, took out the bundle from the bag, and handed it to Lin Yi's hand.
"Let me tell you, this is all serious stuff, and people like him don't know the difference."
Lin Yi chuckled, handed over a cigarette and asked:
"How do you know these are serious things?"
"Let's dig it ourselves." The brother may have realized that he had slipped up, so he quickly changed his words and said, "It's a pick-up, a pick-up."
After saying that, he took his travel bag under his arm and disappeared into the night of the ancient city without looking back.
"This old boy is running so fast. Could it be that we were tricked by him?"
"No! We just picked it up!"
As he spoke, Lin Yi turned on the flashlight and reached inside the edge of one of the clay pots.
Under the soil cover, there are several areas of imperceptible green rust.
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