Age: My Small World

Chapter 262 Learning to Appraise Treasures
May.

The summer heat made the earth dry, and there was dust everywhere, making Shandong Province feel like the land of the northwest.

As soon as he got off the car, Yang Jun felt physically uncomfortable.

Compared with provincial capitals, county towns are hotter because they are closer to the inland.

"This is such terrible weather, I hope everything is okay at home."

Although I want to go back quickly, I am not in a hurry.

He headed towards Nanying Lane.

Apart from the time when the supply and marketing cooperative came to see him, Mr. Hu stayed at home most of the time, and only occasionally went out to see patients.

But these days people rarely call a doctor when they are sick, and they just rely on their bodies to fight the disease, so Mr. Hu’s business is not very good.

The door was indeed not closed, and he pushed it open.

Perhaps because the sun was too strong today, the old man did not rest in the yard but ran into the room.

Yang Jun's attention was drawn to the persimmon tree in the yard.

The once bare branches now have many small pale yellow flowers.

Each persimmon flower opens downwards, with four large green calyx petals on the top. This color makes the persimmon flower inconspicuous among the lush green persimmon trees, and you need to look carefully to find these small goose yellow flowers.

"See you in October." Yang Jun touched the tree trunk and dripped a drop of spiritual water on it. After all, it had been with him for a long time.

This persimmon tree seemed to know that it had benefits. Its branches and leaves stretched out, absorbing the spiritual water to its heart's content.

"Master, where have you been?"

He shouted as he stepped into the house.

After entering the room, he saw Mr. Hu glaring at him. The old man was sitting on a recliner and was too lazy to get up.

"You little bastard, you're already whining as soon as you get back. How disrespectful!"

Mr. Hu pointed across with the palm-leaf fan in his hand.

"sit down."

Yang Jun chuckled and sat opposite Mr. Hu.

"Master, you are so leisurely. Your disciples are working hard outside, but you are enjoying yourself at home."

He said in a mocking tone.

Mr. Hu was not fooled and said indifferently: "I know you have a sense of propriety and you won't really seek death."

Yang Jun shook his head. It seemed that his master really understood him.

He no longer hid it and directly took out the emperor's treasure.

"Master, I bought this when I went to the provincial capital this time. Please take a look at it."

"What kind of jade is this?"

Mr. Hu asked doubtfully without even turning his head.

"It's not jade, it's a jade seal."

"what?!"

Mr. Hu jumped up and snatched the thing from Yang Jun's hand impatiently.

But it didn't take long before he became a little disappointed.

"I thought it was the Heshi Bi, but it seems I was overthinking it."

"You are indeed overthinking it. How could I possibly obtain that jade seal? Even if it were in my hands, I wouldn't dare to take it. It would be better to hand it over."

Even though this jade seal was not the one he imagined, it still aroused Mr. Hu's interest.

"The Emperor's Treasure, this thing is from the Ming Dynasty."

"To be more precise, it should be the batch remade by Emperor Jiajing."

The old man became a doctor after suffering from illness for a long time. His knowledge of antiques was not very rich before, but after doing this business for many years, he learned a lot and became a master without realizing it.

"Is that worth money?"

Yang Jun asked.

This caused Mr. Hu to tug at his beard slightly and he said, "What do you mean by valuable or not? This is the kind that can't be sold. If one is missing, it will always be missing."

"So, is it valuable?" the old man finally said, speechless. "It's very valuable, okay? If you go to a department store to sell this thing, it will start at at least a hundred."

"Only one hundred." Yang Jun was a little disappointed when he heard that.

He himself still had tens of thousands of dollars, but the antique was only worth this little, not even a fraction of that.

“It’s quite a bit, and my suggestion is not to sell it.”

It can be seen that Mr. Hu is not very willing to let him sell the things so easily.

Yang Jun grinned and said, "Master, don't worry. I don't need these hundred or eighty yuan. Today, I just want you to help me appreciate it and confirm its authenticity."

Hearing him say this, Mr. Hu said, "Why don't you stay here today? I'll teach you the skills of appreciating treasures."

"That's a good feeling. There's no need to rush home. I'll stay tonight."

Yang Jun's eyes lit up and he couldn't wait to learn.

Mr. Hu naturally had no reason to keep anything to himself. He explained all the experience he had accumulated over the years in detail bit by bit, almost crushing it for Yang Jun to absorb.

Then Yang Jun was surprised to find that Mr. Hu was actually good at painting.

"Master, don't you consider selling paintings or something?"

Looking at the graceful lines, it is hard to imagine that this was drawn by a warrior.

Mr. Hu shook his head and said, "Drawing is just to help with treasure appraisal. I don't have the time to paint."

From what he said, he just learned it casually and didn't expect to be able to draw like this.

Moreover, painting is only an auxiliary, the real skill is to identify antiques.

The reason why it needs to be drawn is because of the lack of teaching materials.

It was impossible for the master and his apprentice to obtain a large number of antiques in a short period of time, so Mr. Hu Baye showed off this unique skill.

"If you like, you can follow along and learn. It's very simple."

Yang Jun was naturally happy.

As the saying goes, a person is like his person, and in fact, a painting is also like the person himself.

If it's too ugly, then having nice handwriting and drawing can also add points.

"First, let me tell you about the emperor's treasure hunt."

Mr. Hu did not use the real thing, but drew one instead.

Yang Jun also tried it and learned the techniques.

The two of them taught each other and time passed quickly.

Just when it was getting dark, Mr. Hu finally woke up from his teaching as if from a dream.

At this moment, he looked at Yang Jun with eyes full of disbelief.

God knows how he managed to cram so much knowledge into his head. In just half an afternoon, I had memorized everything he said, almost exactly.

This memory is already terrifying, it's just like having a photographic memory.

"Master, you must slowly learn to accept the fact that your apprentice is a genius."

Yang Jun joked.

As soon as these words were spoken, Mr. Hu curled his lips.

"Okay, okay, let's eat first and then continue."

He planned to give more lights tonight so that Yang Jun could learn everything at once.

Of course, you can’t learn everything in just one class.

There were extra dishes for dinner, and the same tofu looked like flowers in Yang Jun's hands.

When he was in the small world, he had already figured out how to make various kinds of tofu, so now he had almost no constraints when cooking.

"Why do you always have this tofu? You always bring it with you every time you come here."

Mr. Hu picked up a piece of chopsticks and said.

"Maybe we planted too many soybeans." Yang Jun said happily.

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