Reborn genius girl fortune teller

Chapter 279 Yuan Blue and White Porcelain (2)
People compare blue and white porcelain to Tsing Yi on the porcelain stage, which is elegant and clean, with pure blue.The blue pattern and the white carcass complement each other, just like a traditional ink painting.

Among the blue and white porcelain, Yuan blue and white porcelain is the most precious, and the quantity is very rare.

As a dynasty in the Yuan Dynasty, only a hundred years before and after, Yuan blue and white porcelain ushered in a new era of transition from plain porcelain to colored porcelain. A wonderful flower in the history of ceramics.

Min Gang picked up a big leak by accident!
"Isn't it exquisite and elegant? I think even if it's a fake, it's worth the 5000 yuan." Min Gang said from the side.

"Where did you buy it?" Yang Zimei asked.

"Uh, it's over there, you like it too, there are a few similar porcelain over there." Min Gang pointed to a stall not far away.

The owner of the stall was a girl, about 17 years old, and Yang Zimei had never seen her before.

On a mat in front of her, there were several blue-and-white porcelains of different shapes, but those blue-and-white porcelains did not look like antiques, they were genuine imitations.

I can't figure out how this real Yuan blue and white porcelain was mixed in and was missed by Min Gang.

She and Min Gang walked over, bowed their heads and picked up a blue and white moon plum pattern garlic bottle, although it is an imitation, but regardless of the plain outline, the cobalt color, the underglaze painting, it is as clear and elegant as an ink painting.

Every time Long Zhutian came over, he would bring her roses. Using this bottle to arrange flowers was just right!
She lowered her head and asked the price.

"5000 yuan." The stall owner girl replied with an unabashed attitude.

Yang Zimei smiled wryly, Min Gang's genuine product was only 5000 yuan, and his imitation was also 5000 yuan, which is really unfair.

However, this imitation porcelain craft is really worth 5000 yuan, so she took out the money without hesitation.

"Well, I have to tell you that these porcelains of mine are not genuine ones, they are all imitations. Then don't say I lied to you." The girl said to her frankly before accepting the money.

This girl is interesting.

On this Brunei street, which stall owner didn’t use all kinds of counterfeit imitations to blow up the hype, blowing up the products in his hands as genuine ones?
But this girl, frankly speaking, is an imitation, which can be regarded as a strange flower.

This also made Yang Zimei feel good about her.

"These imitations are very good, where did you get them?" Yang Zimei couldn't help asking.

"It's all made by my grandfather." The girl said, with a look of pride on her face.

"Oh?" This surprised Yang Zimei, "What about your grandfather?"

The girl's face darkened, "Passed away. My brother was seriously ill, so I had no choice but to feel sorry for Grandpa and take out these porcelains and buy them."

It is a pity that such a good craftsman passed away.

Yang Zimei sighed secretly in her heart, and then looked at the Guiguzi Yuan blue and white porcelain in Min Gang's hand. It seemed that the girl didn't know the real thing and the imitation, so she bought the real thing as an imitation, and let Min Gang Just picked up a big leak.

Yang Zimei gave 5000 yuan to the girl, took the blue-and-white moon plum vase, and asked Min Gang to go with her to Mo Xuan.

After walking a few steps, I saw a young man in his early twenties with a pale face hurrying over, walked up to the girl, and asked anxiously, "Xiaoqing, where is the Guiguzi blue and white porcelain?"

"Brother, why are you here?" The girl named Xiaoqing asked in surprise.

"Leave me alone, where is the Guiguzi blue and white porcelain?" The young man looked down at the porcelain on the mat, and found that the Guiguzi blue and white porcelain was not there, his face became paler, and his hands trembled slightly.

"It's sold." Xiaoqing didn't understand why her brother was so nervous about the porcelain.

(End of this chapter)