The little Taoist nun was stunned, looked back at me, and then said to me seriously: "But, am I ready to buy it?"
She spoke with some accent, which didn't sound like she was from the Northeast. Her voice was soft and soft, which sounded quite nice.
I smiled at her: "You can compete before the sale is completed. Boss, show it to me. If you can, I will pay more."
When the boss heard this, he immediately snatched the bracelet back and handed it to me diligently.
"Young man has good eyesight. This is the best lightning strike jujube tree. You can't find another one even if you go through this market."
I ignored him, took the bracelet, looked at it, shook my head and gave it back to the boss.
"This bracelet of yours is indeed made of lightning-struck wood, but you are a dead tree. The real lightning-struck wood must be one that cannot be killed by lightning. Sorry, I don't want it anymore."
When the boss heard this, his eyes widened: "Nonsense, why do you call me a dead tree? I can't be killed by lightning!"
The little Taoist nun next to us looked at us talking, her eyes widened slightly, and she looked confused.
I laughed and said, "Not only is this a dead tree, but it was not the part that was struck by lightning, but was burned by fire later."
The boss's face turned green. He saw many people coming over from around him. He was somewhat embarrassed and shouted: "Okay, okay, since you said that this is a dead tree and it was not struck by lightning, then you can provide evidence. "
"If there is evidence, it will be easy to handle."
In fact, I didn't want to argue with him. I just wanted to stop the little Taoist nun from being fooled. But now that he wants to be more serious, I can't be polite.
Look, there happened to be a large blue and white porcelain bowl on his stall, and there was a thermos cup with water in it next to it.
I picked up the thermos cup and poured a bowl of water.
At this time, more and more people were watching. I took the bracelet and said to the boss: "You asked me to prove this to you. If you regret it now, it's still too late."
The boss gritted his molars and said, "Prove it, I don't regret it. If you can really prove that I am fake, I will give you this thing for free."
He would not shed tears until he saw the coffin, so I was not polite, holding the bracelet and saying to everyone around him: "Everyone can bear witness. He just wanted to sell this thing as a lightning-struck jujube tree to this... Taoist priest, but he This is false, and now I will prove it to everyone.”
I paused for a moment and saw everyone looking at me. The little Taoist nun also looked expectantly, so she continued: "The so-called lightning strikes the wood, and there will naturally be traces of fire, but the fire burns from the inside out. If It is fake lightning-struck wood. Even if it has been burned, the fire burns from the outside in, and the density is also different. Ordinary wood will sink when put into water, but the density of real lightning-strike wood changes and it will float for a while before sinking."
After saying that, I put the skewer directly into the bowl of water in front of everyone.
result……
Not surprisingly, when the bracelet was put into the water, it immediately sank to the bottom.
Then I took out the skewers and took out Uncle Ma's skewers.
"The string in my hand is the real thing. Let's compare it now."
When I put Uncle Ma's bracelet into the water, I saw that the bracelet floated on the water for a moment, and then slowly sank to the bottom.
The boss's face turned blue and white, and he probably didn't expect that at such a young age, I actually knew so much, and I happened to have a bunch of real lightning-struck wood.
"Okay, then I may have made a mistake when buying the goods. I am willing to admit defeat. This thing belongs to you. Let's go, let's go."
The boss didn't mess around with me. He picked up the bracelet and threw it over, wanting to send me away.
Of course I didn't want it, so I smiled and threw it back to him.
"Sorry, you can keep this thing for yourself, I'm not interested."
Uncle Ma had been beside me. At this time, he knelt down, picked up the porcelain bowl, looked at it, and said with a smile: "I don't want the bracelet, this porcelain bowl belongs to us."
The boss got angry when he saw us now, waved his hands repeatedly and said: "Take it, take it away, don't come again!"
Uncle Ma happily poured the water from the bowl, put it in his arms, turned around and ran away with me.
After walking more than a hundred meters in one breath, Uncle Ma stopped and said to me happily: "I made a profit, that broken bracelet is not even worth twenty yuan, but this bowl can be sold for at least eighteen hundred." "
"What era is this bowl from? Have you guessed it?"
"Yes, I knew at a glance just now that this thing is old blue and white porcelain from the Qing Dynasty. I don't know what dynasty it is from. If it comes from the palace, it will be more valuable."
"You can pull it off. How can the things that boss sells be genuine?"
Uncle Ma picked up the blue and white porcelain bowl, rubbed the blue and white flowers on it with his hands, and smiled at me.
"You don't understand this. Sometimes they themselves are mistaken. Besides, when visiting this kind of used goods market, you need to have a Taobao mentality. If you don't keep everything, then..."
Before he finished speaking, Uncle Ma looked at his hands, and his expression suddenly became exciting.
It turned out that he actually rubbed the flowers off the blue and white porcelain bowl...
"It's his grandma's, what the hell do you want the stickers to be so realistic?"
I burst out laughing. Uncle Ma thought he had picked up a treasure, but he didn't expect it to be a fake.
At this time, someone behind him spoke weakly.
"Well... thank you just now..."
Looking back, it turned out to be the little Taoist nun just now. She blinked her big watery eyes and smiled at us, revealing two rows of neat white teeth and two dimples on her face.
I couldn't help but think of Lu Wushuang in the 1995 version of The Legend of the Condor Heroes, who looked a bit similar to her, especially when she smiled, her eyes were curved and very beautiful.
I smiled back at her: "You're welcome. Most of the antiques here are actually fake. You must be careful when you come back and don't let others fool you."
"Yeah, yeah...I remember, Mercy, Mercy."
The little Taoist nun smiled, bowed her hands to me, and said some mercy.
Her hand-holding ceremony is exquisite and follows the authentic Taoist rules. The left hand wraps the right hand, the Ziwu Jue is pinched on the inside, and the Tai Chi diagram is shown on the outside.
I was a little confused for a moment, and before I could figure out how to respond, Uncle Ma next to me also cupped his hand and said to the little Taoist nun: "Auntie Fairy, you have mercy."
The little Taoist nun looked at Uncle Ma, her face was slightly stunned, and she asked: "May I ask this...where does this immortal practice?"
Uncle Ma grinned: "You're welcome, the old man is cultivating in his heart, which Quanzhen family is Xiangu?"
The little Taoist nun said: "Quanzhen Longmen Sect."
Uncle Ma nodded: "Very good, very good. I haven't seen anyone from the Longmen Sect for many years... You can play, we have things to do, let's go first."
Uncle Ma hurriedly said hello and turned to leave. I glanced at the little Taoist nun and felt that it was not convenient to say too much to her, so I smiled and cupped my hands and left with Uncle Ma.
