The Immortal Road of Rebirth

Chapter 51: Touching Porcelain (1)
In just one morning, Grandpa Yu got his favorite painting of Wen and Tongzhu, and Feifei got a beautiful and antique tri-color figure from the Tang Dynasty, so they were naturally satisfied.Even Grandpa Ye, who got nothing, was very satisfied.There is an old saying in the antique industry: to see is to own.What I'm talking about is this situation: even if you can't collect an antique, as long as you appreciate it, it is already a kind of spiritual wealth.

Wandering in the long river of antiques, time passes quickly.Right now, it was almost noon, so the few of them were going to take a stroll around before heading back home.

Feifei just played with the villain in her hand intently, her love was beyond words, and she naturally dismissed the stalls on the roadside.

Xiaoxiao is just the opposite, with big nimble eyes scanning around, hoping to verify his inference just now.

In this way, hard work paid off, and an equally ordinary flat-bottomed jar on an ordinary stall bumped into Xiaoxiao's eyes.

The jar is dark all over.On the surface, it is pure black, without other glaze colors, and the patina is not very obvious, more like an old thing.It is very inconspicuous.

However, the result of Xiaoxiao's soul detection shows that this jar has the breath of time flowing, and it is very rich.This means that the jar is not just an antique, but a very old antique.Its history even goes far beyond Feifei's Tang Sancai and Grandpa Yu's Wentong paintings.

Xiaoxiao came to the stall a little excitedly, squatted down, took the jar in his hand, and looked it over carefully.I saw this pot with a sloppy mouth, a thick neck, a round belly, and a ring foot. The main body is decorated with fish and algae patterns.It looks a bit like a jar for pickling pickles in the countryside, but it's just one size smaller.

Moreover, as soon as this object is used, Xiaoxiao feels very light, and the quality of the jar is not commensurate with its volume.I touched the jar again and found that the surface was very smooth, even the inner wall.

Seeing Xiaoxiao seriously looking at the broken jar, Feifei was a little impatient to go home and show off her achievements to her family: "Sister Xiaoxiao, that jar is dirty and ugly, what's so interesting about it?"

Smiling and ignoring her, he raised his head and coquettishly said to Grandpa Ye who was following him, "Grandpa, I want to buy it." His tone was very firm.

Grandpa Ye was a little surprised. His calm little granddaughter also had something she wanted?You must know that Xiaoxiao has always been a child who seldom insists on asking for anything, so well-behaved that he simply wants nothing.

Out of curiosity, Grandpa Ye also came up to take a look.It's a pity that he is not good at porcelain, and this jar is so ordinary, with no obvious features, and there is really no way to see it.It just feels like an old thing.

This kind of feeling is the sixth sense of people who have been dealing with cultural relics all the year round or have a natural spirituality for antiques, and it cannot be achieved simply by the accumulation of knowledge.Obviously, Grandpa Ye belongs to the latter, and it's no wonder that Grandpa Ye never forgets his ideals back then.

After questioning, the stall owner said that he got the jar from his hometown in the countryside, and he couldn't tell the specific origin before.

This stall owner is also considered honest and does not slaughter people.In the end, she only spent 30 yuan, Xiaoxiao put the jar in her pocket, and it became her second collection.

Grandpa's guard followed up, intending to take the jar from Xiaoxiao's hand so as not to tire her.Ke Xiaoxiao resolutely refused to let go, just hugged the jar tightly in his arms, narrowed his eyes slightly, carefully felt the breath from the jar with his soul, immersed in the comfortable enjoyment...

After wandering around for a while, naturally there was nothing to gain.A few people started talking and laughing, and walked towards the parking lot, planning to go home for dinner. They were really a little tired, both mentally and physically.

(End of this chapter)