Chang Xian finished the story about the followers without breathing: "How was it? What do you think? Do you feel different when you look at those followers?"

Zheng Mang said: "You are right, this story can be written into an article, but Lao Zhang went to antiques with the intention of gambling and speculation, and his starting point was wrong! This is why poor people must be hateful.

!”

The two of them sat and rested for a while, ate something, and felt refreshed again.

Chang Xian followed Zheng Mang like a rabbit, eating ashes while lamenting that the female Guan Gong had the strength to pass the five levels without the red rabbit horse.

It’s just that the vendors at Gulou are a bit over the top. After walking half the street, I didn’t even have the slightest sense of spiritual sensitivity for antiques.

This is no longer the study of probability, but the study of lottery tickets.

…

"Alas! Reporter Zheng..."

"Call me Mangmang. We are friends now."

Zheng Mang turned around and saw Chang Xian waving.

"Come and take a look at this. This thing is interesting."

Chang Xian pointed to a white-glazed porcelain pot and explained it to Zheng Mang: "Did you see its opening? It looks like a monk's hat, so this kind is called a monk's hat pot. We have a monk's hat pot from the Yuan Dynasty in the Capital Museum.

, extremely beautiful, it is a national first-class cultural relic.”

"First-class cultural relic?"

Zheng Mang blinked.

The vendor over there smiled and said, "Hey! This is an expert. The first level is what we call a national treasure-level cultural relic."

Chang Xian picked up the pot from the stall and said: "The monk's hat pot of the Yuan Dynasty has a solid shape, a thicker neck, and a shorter flow. The flow of the Ming Dynasty pot is slightly longer, and other characteristics are similar to the Yuan Dynasty pot. By the Qing Dynasty,

It's different again. In the Qing Dynasty, the neck of the pot was raised and the belly of the pot was slightly thinner, so the overall look was more slender..."

"Our case is obviously not from the Yuan Dynasty, nor the Ming Dynasty nor the Qing Dynasty..."

Zheng Mang was "scared" and said: "This is not enough, why are you calling sisters?"

Chang Xian was greatly relieved when he heard Zheng Mang pop up the term "not in the generation". The half-day of science popularization was not in vain.

The vendor was anxious: "Hey! I just said you know your stuff, don't talk nonsense!"

"Why don't you come on behalf of me? You come on my behalf, you're so on behalf of me!"

Chang Xian smiled and said: "This is a monk's hat pot from Hutian Kiln in the Southern Song Dynasty. It is many years older than the one in Shoubo."

"Hey, those from the Yuan Dynasty are national treasures, and this one from the Song Dynasty..."

Zheng Mang quickly moved his eyes closer to look at the monk's hat pot from the Song Dynasty.

When the vendor heard what Chang Xian said, his face broke out in laughter. He raised his thumb and said, "Brother is professional! Professional!"

Chang Xian put the pot gently on the ground and stood up.

"The pots of the Yuan Dynasty are national treasures, but the pots of the Song Dynasty cannot be said for sure..."

He chuckled and said: "I asked you to read this to tell you a philosophy: empiricism kills people!"

Seeing Chang Xian's evil smile, Zheng Mang angrily reached out and pinched his waist, then twisted it clockwise.

"I...hiss..."

Chang Xian suddenly let out a scream. He looked at the crowd around him and saluted like fools, and then suppressed it with force.

A rare shy look appeared on Zheng Mang's face, he pulled a handful of Chang Xian's clothes and hurried forward.

The value of antiques does not depend on their age. Age is only one factor of an antique. What is more important is its quality.

It is also a monk's hat pot produced by Hutian Kiln. The firing level of Hutian Kiln in the Southern Song Dynasty was low, so the quality of the pot was not high and its value was low.
Chapter completed!