God-level Golden Hand

Chapter 367

Yang Jichu, a native of Yangxian, was a man from Yongzheng to Qianlong. He was good at making water chestnut pots. He had profound cultural connotations. He was well versed in the six methods of painting and was also good at sculpture. It's hard to see his back, and he is as famous as Chen Hanwen.

More importantly, this person pioneered the painting process of purple sand and colored mud, adding special techniques to ceramic art, so he is called the master of clay painting.

In other words, the art of purple sand painting was created by Yang Jichu.

In the history of handicrafts, being able to create an original skill is like establishing a school.

It's just that in the early Qing Dynasty, Zisha ware was not the mainstream, and it was only popular among folk literati. In addition, Yang Jichu didn't have many works handed down, so his reputation was not very loud.

However, Yang Jichu's works are still relatively popular in the market, especially Yang Jichu's clay paintings, whose price is slightly higher than that of ordinary purple sand pieces.

Previously, Xu Jingxing reckoned that the purple sand clay painting pen holder he bought for 800 yuan could fetch 50 yuan, but after searching the Internet, he found that his estimated price was about [-] yuan lower than the market price.

Anyway, you have the same idea, there are really chances to pick up leaks in the antique market, it just depends on luck.

Is there anyone in the world who doesn't like picking up leaks?Probably not.

Anyway, even Xu Jingxing couldn't forget to pick up the leak again, even though he was a millionaire now, the urge to pick up the leak was still around the corner.

He said that he went to the antique market with peace of mind to pick up leaks. In name, he played with peace of mind, but in fact it was to satisfy his own resentment. It will be almost a month in Kecheng after the year, but he has never had the opportunity to patronize the one that made him pick up leaks again. antique market.

Early the next morning, the master and apprentice got up early and drove straight to the antique market.

Because it was Saturday, there were still so many people in the market, and it was not conspicuous for the two masters and apprentices to squeeze in, as if they were afraid of being crowded out, An Xin secretly grabbed his arm, and then simply carried his arm. Arms, like a pair of young lovers.

However, he was so focused on finding out that he didn't notice this point, because he was so familiar with his little apprentice. Although he didn't have such physical contact in the past, he had been in the same room for more than three months in the resort. , he has long stopped treating An Xin as a woman.

In his feeling, An Xin is his apprentice, especially after getting used to An Xin's existence, he will really ignore An Xin's gender intentionally or unintentionally.

So he still heartlessly let his apprentice hold his arm, and then walked slowly in the market, focusing his attention on the stalls on both sides of the street.

It's just that this time he was a little disappointed, because after wandering around for a long time, he still didn't find anything worth seeing.

It's not that he has high vision, but that there is really nothing good. Let alone the authenticity of those objects, the most basic level of art and craftsmanship is not up to the standard. Most of the objects, when he glanced at them, he knew that they were standard. The counterfeit goods are completely without the artistic beauty that good things should have.

They don’t even have the most recent basic artistic appeal. Even old objects are the least valuable, because valuable antiques must be beautiful and have a certain artistic appeal. They may be smart or ancient. Maybe beautiful, maybe luxurious.

But what did he see?Finally, I saw some copper Buddha statues that looked quite old, but the shapes of those Buddha statues were messed up even the most basic proportions and centers of gravity. Could it be something valuable?
And those jades that look rusty, please polish the scratches left by the machine carving before making them old, please?

Anyway, Xu Jingxing complained while strolling, but there wasn't even one thing worth stopping and checking carefully.

Before he knew it, he strolled to the purple clay stall he had visited last time. His eyes lit up when he arrived here. It seemed that it was not unreasonable for Yu Zecheng to point him to this stall last time. The objects on the stall looked pleasing to the eye, and he had an experience of picking up leaks, which made him more confident and fond of this stall.

He pulled An Xin to squat down, picked up a purple clay pot and looked at it.

After picking up leaks and returning home last time, he looked up some information about purple clay pots. Although he was not an expert, he memorized a lot of information by rote, such as the identification skills of purple clay pots.

He looked at the purple clay teapot in his hand. Instead of rushing to look at the inscriptions on the bottom and the lid, he touched the surface of the pot, then pinched the lid and turned it gently. There was a rustling sound from friction, and he nodded in satisfaction.

When the lid of the pot rubs against the mouth of the pot, the sound is very comfortable and even. It is the "rustling" sound of fine raindrops falling on the leaves, rather than the harsh "squealing" sound, which shows two points: First, the workmanship of this pot is good, and the lid and mouth of the pot can be tightly closed; second, the mud of this pot is good, at least the mud is uniform in thickness and fine in texture.

Of course, this is only the most basic identification skills.

But the appraisal of antiques starts with these basic skills. An experienced appraiser can roughly guess the true level of the pot just by listening to the sound.

Naturally, he has not reached that state, which requires a lot of practical experience, and he is just pretending to know that this pot is not some shoddy and shoddy product.

Of course, this is because he has not used his own artistic appreciation ability. If he uses his accumulated art appreciation ability over the years, he is really sure to see through the level of the maker of this pot at a glance. Of course, it is limited to this. It is useless to know whether a pot is good or not, but not to tell whether it is new or old.

For two purple clay teapots of the same level, one was made 100 years ago and the other was made a year ago, the price difference in the market is not a little bit.

Therefore, he didn't feel that he was a master of appreciating treasures with such a bit of art appreciation. He just memorized some relevant knowledge by rote with a mentality of "being too much artistically". Anyway, his memory is very good now. .

When I was appreciating the purple clay pot in my hand with the little knowledge I had learned by rote, I suddenly heard someone laughing behind me: "Xiao Xu, I know what Shibie is for three days. When I look at it with admiration, it's only been a year. You actually learned how to appreciate purple clay wares."

Xu Jingxing hurriedly turned his head and saw the smiling Yu Zecheng.

He had a good impression of this person, and quickly stood up, "Mr. Yu, what a coincidence."

"Haha, it's not a coincidence. I come here almost every week, but I didn't expect to meet the two of you. This is, you're here to pick up work again?" Yu Zecheng asked with a smile.

(End of this chapter)