This is because there are almost no Xuande cricket jars in the world, and not even a single one is complete in the Forbidden City.

Xuande blue and white cricket jars are even more rare. There are only a few in the world. Why are there so few?

It is said that after Xuande's death, his mother, Empress Dowager Zhang, ordered on the spot to smash all his playthings.

This matter is clearly recorded in "Tian Shun Ri Lu" written by Li Xian of the Ming Dynasty.

Because of the emperor's fucking move, it has always been a legend that Emperor Xuande loved cricket fighting, and there is no evidence.

Until 1993, the Chinese archaeological team unearthed many blue and white fragments in Jingdezhen. When these fragments were put together, they were cricket jars from the Xuande period, a total of 21 pieces.

Only when piles of cricket jars were unearthed did Zhu Zhanji's "Cricket Emperor" get a real shot.

At that time, there was a man named Luo Xiazi who was the best at playing porcelain in Jingdezhen, and he bought one for 300,000 yuan.

Now, I don’t know how many people come to him to buy them, but he doesn’t sell them.

…

Mou Duanming picked up the cricket jar casually, and after playing with it for a while, he saw the tiny cracks on the jar and frowned.

"Brother Mou, let's not talk about the crack for now. First, take a look at whether this thing belongs to Emperor Xuande."

Chang Xian's words made Mou Duanming focus on the cricket jar again, looking at the porcelain from all angles against the light, and the look on his face became more serious.

Then he quickly walked to his counter with the jar in hand, turned on a strong light above the counter, took out a magnifying glass, and looked at it carefully.

Several other people also held their breaths and looked nervously at Mou Duanming who was undergoing the appraisal. Reporter Zheng Da had an expression of disbelief on his face.

For Mou Duanming to perform like this, even if this cup is not from Xuande's official kiln, it is definitely a precious antique.

"It's a good thing, but it's a pity."

After more than ten minutes, Mou Duanming turned off the bright light and walked back to his sandalwood coffee table.

He carefully placed the jar in his hand on the coffee table, with a look of regret in his eyes.

"Hey, Brother Mou, is this true or false? Don't sigh and give me accurate information."

Chang Xian saw this guy sighing every step of the way, feeling a little anxious and angry.

"It's the real Xuande blue and white. The name should be called "Xuande blue and white reed, fox, cricket jar"..."

"It's just that the appearance is a bit of a pity. If it hadn't been for this crack, according to the current market price, it would have cost at least five million or more to start with..."

Mou Duanming looked at the cricket jar and shook his head with regret.

Without waiting for Chang Xian to ask about the price, he shook his head and took a closer look at the market prices in recent years.

"At the 2001 Zhonghongxin autumn auction in Beijing, a "Ming Xuande blue-glazed drum-shaped cricket jar with dragon and phoenix patterns" sold for 600,000 yuan."

"Last year, at the Xiamen National Art Autumn Auction held at Xiamen Powerlong Hotel, the auction price of a Ming and Xuande blue and white cricket jar with eagle and wild goose patterns exceeded 2 million. However, in two years, its value soared by three

Times, breathtaking.”

"Now this product is better than the one I just mentioned. It only has two or three cracks. Tsk tsk. If it goes to auction, it will cost three to four million. If the asking price in our circle is two to two and a half million,

about."

Mou Duanming smacked his mouth, seemingly dissatisfied with the price he said.

"Can it sell so much?"

Zheng Mang on the side opened his mouth in surprise.

She saw that Chang Xian had spent money shopping for it, and it was too fast to make money. No wonder the cross talk brothers were going to dig their ancestors' graves.

"Brother Mou, why did the stall owner take this thing to the antique shop at that time? Why were those people only willing to bid 40,000 to 50,000 yuan for two pieces? They couldn't see that it was Xuande blue and white, right?"

Chang Xian asked the question in his heart. The young man from Jixian County saw the Drum Tower from Shenyang Road and looked at several shops along the way. There must be some shopkeepers with good eyesight.

Mou Duanming smiled, but just drank tea and said nothing.

Uncle De glanced at Chang Xian and said with disdain: "They know nothing. Let alone the genuine pieces of Xuande blue and white. Those people have never even seen the broken porcelain pieces of Xuande blue and white. At best, they have played with the porcelain of the three dynasties of the Qing Dynasty." It’s an old imitation, I guess they took this as an old imitation from that time.”

"For this appearance, to be able to give a price of 10,000 to 20,000 yuan is already very good. You must know that the fine products of Xiaoguan kiln from the third generation of the Qing Dynasty are worth 100,000 to 80,000 yuan."

Chang Xian thought to himself that this was true. He once sold a "Jade Inkstone Shanfang" Qianlong small plate for 30,000 yuan.

Mou Duanming patted the sofa rhythmically with his right hand and said: "The two things Xiao Chang collected are the grasshopper gourd from Sanheliu and the blue and white cricket jar from Xuande. One is raised and the other is a bucket. They are not real players but real ones." Not worthy."

"It's very possible that the story told by the stall owner is true. The original owner of this thing should be an Eight Banners uncle!"

Uncle De regretted and said: "Yes, you don't have to leave the address, otherwise you can go and have a look someday."

The old man was silent for a moment and then said: "It seems that there are good things in the Drum Tower. I really need to go shopping when I have time."

Hearing this, Chang Xian secretly complained, your old man is in good health, it's no problem for you to take a walk for morning exercise, but I really won't go there.

…

"Well, I think the crack is not big, and the opening is not important. If I find a skilled porcelain maker to bake it, it might make it look better."

While a few people were chatting, Uncle De suddenly came up with an idea.

"Bake it?"

Chang Xian asked in confusion: "Are you talking about the baking maker of the baking pot and baking vat? That oven can be used after it is baked, but I'm afraid you can't look at it, right?"

Xiao Chang lived in a rural area. When he was a child, he experienced mending pots and vats. He also watched the flower drum opera movie "Mending Pots" performed by teacher Li Guyi.

"Haha, Xiao Chang, you only know one thing, but not the other!"

This time it was Lao Guo who laughed next to him.

Mou Duanming also echoed: "Uncle De is still well-informed and can wake up the dreamer with just one word. This is a good method!"

Looking at their chatter, it seems as if they have solved Goldbach's conjecture.

Not only Chang Xian and Zheng Mang were confused, but even the boss Yu Bo was confused. After all, the boss in the capital was far away from the fireworks of the world.

After a while, a few people finally explained the matter clearly.

Baking craftsman is an ancient profession that has existed since at least the Song Dynasty.

Although porcelain has high durability, it is very brittle. If it is bumped or bumped, it may fall off or break into pieces, making it particularly unsightly.

Therefore, there is a special type of craftsman who can repair porcelain.

For example, if you have a porcelain bowl that fell to the ground and broke into three pieces, making it unusable, he has the ability to put the bowl back together again.

Or if a corner of a porcelain plate fell off, he could inlay it with a copper corner.
Chapter completed!