Apart from having a little understanding of copper coins, Ye Yuze was the little knowledge he heard last night. He knew nothing about anything else, especially those jars and jars. He really couldn't figure out why these rags were valuable?

Lao Rou looked at it very carefully, and she wanted to rub the skin of each piece. This view naturally attracted people's hatred. After all, the quality of the things here is different. This is not to say that those stall owners deceive people, but in the early stage of this market, even the stall owners couldn't figure out whether the things on their stalls were true or false. They all looked like old people and collected them.

This situation continued until the late 1990s. This improvement refers to the fact that there were basically no real things in such small stalls at that time. Customers could also be assured to buy fakes.

Of course, the stall owners naturally would not say that their goods were fake. Liu Luoguo's tobacco pipes, Heshen's itchy scratching, and Lafayette's ear-clearing spoons. They have everything. If you believe it, it's your reason.

The rule in the antique market is to go out and not look for a back-end account, and bet is just a sight. If you read it wrong, you will just admit defeat, but no one will come to you to cheat on you.

Lao Rou was looking at a big sea bowl at this time. The reason why it was called a big sea bowl was because it was big enough. Ye Yuze probably used this bowl to eat noodles, and one bowl would be almost the same.

There is a pattern at the bottom of the bowl inside, which is a horse lying on the hillside. The horse has blue pieces on its body. Ye Yuze has not figured out what kind of breed this is, it is definitely not a product in the northern Xinjiang.

The outside of the bowl was quite lively, and a circle of horses with different expressions and postures were drawn, and there were curves outlined by lines on them. I don’t know if it means clouds or people who painted them.

Lao Rou turned the bowl over, and there were a few clear words behind it. "Made in the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty". Ye Yuze thought it was fake at first glance because he wrote it too clearly. If the antiques were like this, who would have to be an appraiser? He knew it by reading the characters.

But the old meat didn't put it down in his hand, and kept rubbing it. He didn't know whether he was washing dishes for others or was going to wipe off the pattern on it.

The stall owner was still introducing him enthusiastically, but when he saw this guy just rubbing him, he was annoyed. In addition, the old man dressed in a relatively countryside, and at that time, the clothes between rural children and urban children were very different, and he could tell at a glance.

"I said, are you buying it? You've already made my bowl of sparks. Are you planning to make the temperature rise and melt the glaze on the bowl and take it home to eat fried noodles? There are some on the streets like that, and you can change one of two eggs! Please don't harm me anymore, will you succeed?"

When he heard the stall owner was impatient, Lao Rou finally offered the offer: "Can I give you three eggs in this bowl?"

Several stall owners around him burst into laughter. This young man was interesting and the price was shocking. It was the first time they had a stall they had set up for so long that they had bargained like this? "No, add it, why do you have to give five eggs?"

Seeing a group of people making excuses, the stall owner looked ugly. He grabbed the bowl from the old meat and then pushed him: "Gonggui, don't mess around here if you have nothing to do. You are wearing the same clothes as beggars. You can't afford to buy 50 cents."

Lao Rou was pushed to sit on the ground with a little confused expression. He couldn't figure out why he could get beaten even if he bargained?

Ye Yuze is not happy now. He has to look at his brother, right? Are you slapping me in the face? He stared at the stall owner and asked, "Are you looking down on people? What if he can afford it?"

The stall owner didn't pay attention to Ye Yuze behind the old man at first. Now he saw him talking and scolding him, but when he saw Ye Yuze's dress, he immediately shut up. Those who do this are all human spirits. He is not afraid of Ye Yuze, but that he is afraid that he will really offend the buyer, which will be a loss.

Then he said to Lao Rou: "My bowl comes out of the palace. My grandfather's grandfather's grandfather works as a service in the Ming Dynasty palace. At that time, he was a young eunuch who served Master Wanli. Because Master Wanli was very careful, he rewarded him with the bowl he had for food. This bowl was offered to my family for several generations in the shrine. My grandfather needed money when he was sick, so I had no choice but to sell it."

Speaking of this, the stall owner was full of sadness and his hands were rubbing on the bowl. His expression was full of reluctance. The old meat was taken off by him. "Are you going to melt the glaze and take it home to eat fried noodles?"

Ye Yuze almost spit out an old blood mouthful. His brother was studying too fast. He used his own way to do it and was definitely a Murong Fu!

The stall owner was choked for a long time and didn't say anything. His eyes were full of begging, as if he was begging Lao Rou to leave quickly and he would not sell it for a long time. But Lao Rou was unmoved at all and insisted: "Five eggs, no more!"

Seeing Lao Rou refused to leave, he must have liked this bowl. Ye Yuze didn't have the patience to moji here and asked directly: "How much do you plan to sell this bowl?"

The stall owner's eyes, which were originally unlucky, immediately rejuvenated. He raised three fingers and said, "Three thousand, no one can be missing. This is the treasure passed down by my family. I am an unworthy descendant!"

Ye Yuze had to pay for money directly. It was the first time Ye Yuze met his stall owner who could ruin his life like this. Lao Rou must have liked this bowl and bought it and let him continue to rub it.

Lao Rou spoke at this time, and was very organized, completely different from his usual dull personality.

"Don't lie to me, the first eunuch can't give birth, so where did the offspring come from? Did it pop out from the cracks of the stone? Besides, the glaze color of your bowl is uneven, look at the blue and dark colors on the horse. The most important thing is that the bowl is not cracked, and you are also buying antiques. Have you seen an old thing that can be so smooth? Is the blue and white without a piece of blue and white still called blue and white?"

The stall owner had to refute him at first. As Lao Rou said more and more, his face became worse and worse. In fact, this was also his doubts when he bought this bowl. However, he heard that the cracks in ancient porcelain were called open pieces, and most of them were made on purpose. He then gritted his teeth and bought them.

Now that Lao Rou has analyzed this, his originally unstable self-confidence collapsed instantly. He asked a little wilted: "How much do you pay?"

Lao Rou gritted her teeth and felt extremely heartbroken expression: "I don't cheat you either, two pounds of eggs. No more!"

The stall owner was almost crying: "Brother, I'm going to tell you that I spent a great unity to exchange for it in the countryside. You can't let me lose money, right?"
Chapter completed!