gifted collector

Chapter 32
The sky was getting more and more white, and the sky was getting brighter and brighter. The morning wind was blowing, giving people a very comfortable feeling—it was time to go back to sleep, but Fang Ming was full of energy at this time.

Squatting down in front of a stall, I took a look and found that there were a lot of things neatly placed on it, such as coins with copper green, porcelain with a simple look, and even a few pieces that looked like gold. buddha statue.

On the surface, these things seem to have experienced countless years, so old that they really seem to be... antiques.

Fang Ming scratched his head. These things all looked like antiques, but Zhou Yafang had already said just now that most of the things in the ghost market were imitations, and most of the rest were handicrafts. The things on this stall are definitely problematic.

If it was before, he would not have bought it, but now that his right hand has special abilities, why not try it?
In fact, after hearing Zhou Yafang say that there are nine fakes and one real thing in the ghost market, instead of being afraid, he is even more eager to try, because this is the best touchstone to verify the ability of his right hand-if he picks up the ghost at a stall in the ghost market Well, what's there to doubt?
Fang Ming stretched out his hand and picked up more than a dozen items on the stall, but found that his right hand did not respond at all: the shadow did not appear at all.

Shaking his head, Fang Ming stood up and walked to the next stall, picked up all the things on it and looked at it again...

Time passed slowly, and the sun had gradually risen. Fang Ming wiped the sweat from his forehead and shook his head gently. In the past hour, he walked from the streets of the ghost city to the end of the street, and picked up the There are at least nearly a thousand items, but the right hand does not respond at all, and the shadow does not appear at all.

Although Zhou Yafang said that the things on the ghost market are basically fake, and Fang Ming used this to comfort himself when his right hand didn't respond at first, but after trying so many times, he couldn't help but wonder if the things on the ghost market were really fake. Is there no good thing, or is it that my ability is just a flash in the pan and has disappeared now?
This is not impossible.

After all, this ability of mine was obtained inexplicably, if it disappeared after a flash, it couldn't be more normal.

But if this is the case, then it would be a big blow to me. Last night I felt that I was in heaven, but now I am going to fall into hell again?

The beads of sweat on Fang Ming's forehead became more and more large. One was that the weather was getting hotter, but more importantly, he was getting more and more anxious.

The stalls in the ghost market had already been closed, and there were only a few stalls left. After hesitating for a while, Fang Ming walked quickly to the last stall that he had never been to before.

The last stall was no different from the previous stalls. There were also antiques such as copper coins and porcelain, and a half-meter-high big Buddha statue, which was the most eye-catching thing.

However, after taking a look, Fang Ming focused his attention on the copper coins on the stall - the Buddha statue looked quite good, but he subconsciously felt that it should not be a good thing. No.

Fang Ming's last hope was quickly shattered. There were about [-] items on the stall. After picking them up one by one, his right hand still didn't change at all. The shadow that had appeared did not know where to hide at this time.

After squatting in a daze for a while, Fang Ming sighed and stood up. He was in a bad mood at this moment, and even felt a little shaky: It doesn't matter if he has never obtained a supernatural power, but he once had it. But it disappeared overnight. He really didn't know how to accept this kind of blow, especially when he needed money the most!
"Oh, boss, what do you want? These are all old things on my stall. You see, this is a lot of money from the Kangxi period, and this is JDZ porcelain from the Song Dynasty... I dare not say anything. Even if it’s not on my stall, as long as you can name it, I can find it for you.”

Jiang Hua has been setting up a ghost market in Little Antique Street for more than ten years, and he has developed a pair of sharp eyes over the years. Of course, this does not mean that he is very good at identifying antiques, but that he is very accurate in seeing people and has a good understanding of people. The mind is very accurate, so although the stall is not very good, and the good things on it are even more pitiful, the income is good.

The young man in front of him has long noticed that he has visited a lot of stalls. Every time he goes to a stall, he squats down, picks up all the things, looks at them, and then puts them down, and then goes to the next stall. rookie.

The rookie’s business is not easy, because the rookie knows that they are not capable enough, so they are often very cautious, and they will be very tight in terms of price, but on the other hand, the rookie is the best fool - less knowledge, Less experience.

Jiang Hua believed in his own ability, he "boomed" as soon as he spoke, he had already made up his mind to take money out of the pocket of the young man in front of him - today he yelled for a long time and the market hasn't opened yet, so he made an appointment for a few nights A friend eats and drinks, and there is no money in his pocket now, and the ghost market is about to end, and this is his last chance for today.

Not sure if his abilities had disappeared, Fang Ming was in a bad mood. Although he heard Jiang Hua's greeting at this time, he didn't have much energy. He shook his head and said, "Forget it, there's nothing good about you here. thing."

"This one……"

Jiang Hua touched his nose, thinking that the young man in front of him was really rude, and his words were too straightforward.

"Oh, look again, I can pat my chest and say that I definitely have what you want on my stall. Brother, it's not that I rely on the old to sell the old, you just looked too fast just now, pick up everything and look at it Put it down for a while, no one rummages for antiques like you. Of course there are many methods, but they can be summed up in six words: writing, quality, sound, color, spirit and taste.

The Chinese refers to the characters of the coins, the atmosphere of the pattern, the style, etc. This is because the characters of the coins in different periods have different styles. The sound when tapped is a very important criterion in the identification. As for the color, it refers to the rust color and patina of the coin.

Finally, there are two most important ones, Shen and Wei. Shen refers to the charm of coins. Fake things are dull and cannot be spiritual. Wei refers to the smell of coins, which are buried in the ground or kept in different places. The taste of coins in other places is different. "

"The above is the general method. Let me give an example to explain in detail. For example, the trick of 'text' is good. The texts of ancient coins that come out in different years, that is, the breath of characters and patterns are different. For example It is said that during the Three Kingdoms, Jin and Southern and Northern Dynasties, due to the continuous wars and the disunity of the country, the quality of coins produced by any country was relatively poor. Therefore, if you see a banknote of this period in the market, it is very well-made. , That's embarrassing, nine out of ten are fake; for another example, the Kaiyuan Tongbao of the Tang Dynasty was written by the great calligrapher Ouyang Xun according to the "Old Tang Book. Shihuo Zhi", and the words on it include Bafen and The official script calligraphy has a refined and dignified taste, and the style of coins has been throughout the entire Tang Dynasty. Therefore, it is necessary to pay attention to such a feature in the identification of ancient coins of this period... After the Song Dynasty, the calligraphy level on ancient coins has dropped significantly Very powerful, but in some periods of the Yuan Dynasty, the regular script above was graceful and magnanimous, which was okay, but it was still going downhill. In the Qing Dynasty, it was mainly from Xianfeng. At that time, money had many styles, or it looked like a solemn woman, or it was A village girl like Xiaojiabiyu..."

Listening to the other party's endless bragging, Fang Ming also slowly calmed down, knowing that he was too persistent, so what if the supernatural ability disappeared?It wasn't my own in the first place, could it be that I couldn't live if it disappeared?I still have hands!What are you afraid of?Besides, it has already earned 70 for itself!

You should be content with yourself.

Thinking of it this way, Fang Ming became calmer. After he calmed down, he gradually became fascinated by listening—he had never touched antiques before, and he really never knew the theoretical things the other party said. Never heard of it.

Jiang Hua paid attention to Fang Ming's expression while talking, and when he found that the other party was getting more and more absorbed in listening, he secretly laughed in his heart.

First brother, absolute first brother!

Only the first brother will be "deceived" by these theories he said.

After all, theory is theory. Antique collectors don’t wait until they know the theory. What’s more important is experience. Refined, dignified and dignified”?
If you don't have enough experience and haven't seen the real Kaiwan Tongbao, how can you tell the difference?Therefore, antique collection is definitely not something that can be understood by reading a few theoretical books.

However, this has nothing to do with Jiang Hua. He said so much for the purpose of fooling the young man in front of him and fooling him into buying things from his stall.

"Look at the things on my stall, and compare them with what I just said, and then you will know whether the things on my stall are real."

Fang Ming is not a fool, he came to his senses as soon as he heard the other party's words, and said with a smile, "Oh, can you tell if it's a good thing according to the method you said?"

There should be nothing wrong with the methods the other party just mentioned, but how can it be so simple when it comes to identification?Fang Ming knew how much he had, so it was fine to listen to the other party bragging about it, but if it came to buying things from the stalls, he definitely wouldn’t do it—his biggest reliance was originally on the power of his right hand, but now that the power If it disappears or doesn't work, even if you kill him, you won't spend money to buy it.

After speaking, Fang Ming stood up and patted his buttocks to leave.

"Hey, don't go."

Jiang Hua didn't expect such a thing to happen suddenly - the other party was fascinated just now, and he was about to leave in a blink of an eye.

"I've seen everything on your stall, and there's nothing good about it."

Jiang Hua was in a hurry, his family was the only one left in this wave of stalls in the ghost market in Little Antique Street, and Fang Ming was the only customer, if he let it go, he would have no money for dinner and drinks tonight.

In desperation, he suddenly saw the half-meter-high Buddha statue next to him, which he had collected for 300 yuan yesterday, and immediately blurted out: "Who said you have seen everything in my stall? You just want to buy this Buddha statue." have not seen."

(End of this chapter)