Jianbao life

Chapter 298 Barn Pot

Chu Chen went on to say: "Actually, if it is a genuine unearthed porcelain, a large part of it, the rust can be easily removed, and the phenomenon of "soil running into the glaze bubble" is not common, so Not only can we usually not use this as a basis for judging the real unearthed artifacts, but it can be used as one of the suspicions of fakes.”

"Of course, we can't generalize about this, but fakes are fakes. Take the rust and dirt on this bowl as an example. Although they are very similar, we can still see that they are not formed naturally if we observe carefully. different."

Hearing this, Feng Zhengjian quickly picked up the magnifying glass to observe again. With Chu Chen's reminder, he really found that the rust and soil on it were different from those formed naturally.

Feng Zhengjian put down the things in his hands, and sighed: "The current counterfeiting techniques are too powerful. If you don't pay attention, you will punch holes. It is really hard to guard against!"

"That's right!" Chu Chen sighed, "If that person hadn't superimposed the bowl with dirt and dirt, I would almost have thought this bowl was genuine."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Chu this time!" Feng Zhengjian bowed and said, "Otherwise, when I sell it, if someone finds out that it is a fake, then I will lose face a lot. If the whole city knows about it, then I don’t need to do business with this small shop.”

"No need!" Chu Chen waved his hand and said, "We are also learning from each other..."

"Boss, can you help identify this?"

Before Chu Chen could finish speaking, he saw a middle-aged couple walking in with a large pot estimated to be fifty centimeters in length.

"Yes." Feng Zhengjian replied, "However, if it's just an appraisal, there is a fee, 100 yuan for one piece."

The middle-aged man nodded and said, "Okay, but can I issue an authentication certificate?"

Feng Zhengjian smiled and said, "Hehe, I can't issue the appraisal certificate, I can only issue the appraisal opinion letter. After all, I am not a state authority."

The middle-aged man was a little unhappy when he heard the words, but his wife gave him a look, so he could only say: "Then let's appraise the opinion, but you have to give me an estimate of the value of the thing."

"can."

"Then show it to you!" As he said, the middle-aged man put the jar on the ground.

Feng Zhengjian greeted Chu Chen, and then the two of them walked to the jar together and carefully looked at the characteristics of the jar.

In fact, when the middle-aged couple came in just now, Chu Chen had already seen that the thing in front of him was a barn jar.

The official name of the barn jar is called the soul bottle, also known as the pile of plastic jars, which is a kind of bright object.It evolved from the Wulian jar of the Han Dynasty, and it is a unique burial object in the tombs of the Three Kingdoms and Jin Dynasties in the middle and lower reaches of the Yangtze River in our country.

The barn jar in front of me is a typical blue-glazed work of Yue Kiln. The body is a long jar with a bulging belly and a flat bottom.

There are four small pots under the mouth of the top, with 52 birds in between, the upper front is carved with the cornices of Chonglou, and the double gates are erected downstairs. Paste plastic turtles, fish, crabs.

The things molded on the barn jars often symbolize the social treatment and family status of the deceased, and they hope that they can still enjoy it in the so-called "underworld" after death.If there are many piles on the soul bottle, it may be the owner of the tomb with a higher social class or very wealthy.The stacked plastics are relatively simple and rare, and relatively low, and there are also tube bottles without real objects.

Although this barn jar is fairly finely made, and the piles of sculptures are patchwork, with a clear distinction between primary and secondary, but the piles of sculptures on it are just some ordinary things, which shows that although the owner of the tomb has a certain social status, he is not It would be too high, and the barn jar was still damaged, so the value of this barn jar was no more than one or two thousand at most.

After Feng Zhengjian had read the things carefully, he asked the middle-aged man, "Sir, I would like to ask, how did you get this thing?"

The middle-aged man said with a proud face: "How else can I get it, it's an inheritance from my ancestors!"

Hearing this, Chu Chen almost laughed out loud, whose ancestor would leave a worthless artifact to the younger generation!Isn't it bad luck?
"Is it really inherited from the ancestors?" Feng Zhengjian asked dumbfounded.

"There can be fakes!" The middle-aged man said with some displeasure when he heard the words: "Let me tell you, my family used to be a guard with a sword in front of the Tang Dynasty. This thing was secretly brought out from the palace. During the turbulent years before , and specially wrapped it with something, and then buried it in the yard, if it wasn’t for something happening at home this time, I wouldn’t have dug it out.”

This story is really outrageous, the whole thing is nonsense, just say that there were imperial guards in the Tang Dynasty?The imperial guard system was only established at the beginning of the Qing Taizu period, okay?But since the other party paid, Feng Zhengjian could only listen carefully, and had to show a strong interest.

After that, the middle-aged man was full of hype again, boasting that this thing is rare in the world, a rare object that is unparalleled on the ground, as if the Chuan Guo Yuxi would be overshadowed in front of this thing, and the two of them couldn't help but laugh.

"Boss, isn't my baby good!" the middle-aged man asked triumphantly.

Feng Zhengjian didn't know how to answer the middle-aged man's words. He was really afraid that the other party would do something outrageous after he knew the truth. Just state the facts:

"Sir, you may think that your ancestors left you a good thing, but how should I put it? This thing is a treasure."

"Bright weapon? What is a bright weapon?" The middle-aged man asked with some doubts.

Feng Zhengjian explained: "To put it simply, it is an ancient burial object for the dead. There are many such things unearthed in the south. If you don't believe it, you can find some magazines to find out."

"What! For the dead?!" As soon as the words fell, the wife of the middle-aged man called out: "You damn ghost, I said why have you been so unlucky recently, it turns out that there is an extra thing for the dead at home! You still Keeping it as an ancestor all day long is simply unlucky!"

Feng Zhengjian quickly persuaded: "Sister-in-law, please don't worry, maybe the old man got it by accident, so he regards it as a treasure?"

The sister-in-law jumped and scolded: "What old man, this is a dead ghost. He spent 10 yuan to buy it from someone else some time ago. After buying it, he kept saying to me, "Get rich!" ", I said back, the previous owner said that this thing can easily sell for 50 yuan, and it can exceed one million yuan at auction."

"I thought it was wrong. Since it is such a good thing, why didn't the previous owner sell it and resell it to my family's dead ghost? No, today I forced him to come over for an appraisal. I didn't expect this thing to be a The things used by the dead are really unlucky!"

"This..." Feng Zhengjian said: "Sister-in-law, we are all materialists, so you don't have to be afraid. We also have a lot of artifacts in the antique shop. Let's say that the famous Tang Sancai is the artifact. Others are still vying for it." Buy it!"

The middle-aged man was embarrassed when he heard his woman tell the story, but when he heard Tang Sancai, his eyes lit up, and he said immediately: "Boss, the person who sold me this pot said that it is from the Tang Dynasty. , since Tang Sancai is so valuable, this thing should not be bad!"

"This thing is not from the Tang Dynasty." Feng Zhengjian shook his head and said, "The Tang Dynasty is not of this style. This is a blue-glazed barn jar from the Yue Kiln of the Western Jin Dynasty."

"When is the Western Jin Dynasty?" the middle-aged man asked.

Feng Zhengjian explained: "The Western Jin Dynasty was 300 years earlier than the Tang Dynasty."

"Ah!" The middle-aged couple's face burst into joy when they heard the words: "That means, this thing is more valuable than the Tang Dynasty?" In their hearts, things that have been around for a long time must be more valuable.

Feng Zhengjian said: "That's not the case. Whether an antique is worth money or not depends on its artistic value and rarity. Let's say that painted pottery from the Neolithic Age is long enough from our present, and ordinary painted pottery is only a few hundred. Only a thousand."

The couple couldn't help but look at each other when they heard the words, and the middle-aged man asked nervously, "Then how much is this thing worth?"

Feng Zhengjian made a gesture and said, "It's worth one or two thousand. After all, this is not a particularly high-grade barn jar, and there are injuries on the body, so not many people will buy it."

"What! One or two thousand?" The middle-aged woman screamed.

"This...boss, are you kidding me?" The middle-aged man's voice trembled a little.

Feng Zhengjian said with a wry smile: "You two, I can understand your feelings, but after all, I still have to do business, and I will never make fun of this kind of thing. I don't believe you can take this thing to other places to ask, if What I said is wrong, you can come and settle accounts with me."

"Wow!..." Hearing this, the middle-aged woman suddenly burst into tears, cursing: "You wicked ghost! I have only watched treasure appraisal programs a few times, and I don't understand anything, so I just want to rely on antiques. To make money, but in the end, I lost [-] yuan for nothing! This is [-] yuan! You just lost it like this! There is no way to live this life, let’s get divorced!" After she finished speaking, she shook her hand and ran out the door .

"Hey!..." The middle-aged man raised his hand, and just ran to the door, thinking that he hadn't taken his things yet, so he turned around again and hurriedly said to Feng Zhengjian: "Boss, I don't know if you will take this thing or not?"

"I'm really sorry, I don't accept this thing!" Feng Zhengjian shook his hand. If it's other porcelain, he doesn't care if he accepts it once. He definitely won't accept such a worthless Mingware that few people buy. of.

So the middle-aged man directly took out 100 yuan, stuffed it into Feng Zhengjian's hand, picked up the jar, and chased him in the direction his wife was running, shouting loudly while running.

(End of this chapter)