Chapter 21 Yuan blue and white for kimchi?

Ye Qing's family didn't know that a well-known antique appraiser appeared in the live broadcast room at this time.

Their eyes are all focused on the objects they like.

When He Jiong put down the enamel colored amphora, he saw a white bottle with patterns on the side.

He thought to himself that the bottle just now was valuable because it was made of enamel.

Now this large jar the size of a fish tank should not be as valuable as enamel, right?

The whole body of this pot is blue and white, a swimming dragon surrounds the body of the pot, and the scales on it are lifelike.

The jar is not bad, it should be cheaper than that rare and expensive enamel paint.

But it backfired.

Having learned from the past, he still knows to look at the bottom of the jar first.

If there is no signature, then he will take the jar away.

He looked up, his hand was trembling, and he quickly put it down.

Good guy.

He was lucky enough to buy a lottery ticket.

This one is more expensive.

It turned out to be blue and white porcelain from the Yuan Dynasty!

Blue and white porcelain, that's a big name in the antique world.

Because the dynasty was very short at that time, things were even more precious when they were rare.

"Master, don't you have a cheaper bottle?"

"Aren't these all worthless?"

Ye Qing heard the words, glanced at the items in the cabinet, and asked with doubts in his eyes.

He didn't know how much these things were worth.

In his eyes, bottles, jars, dishes and bowls are worthless.

"The two bottles I just saw are very valuable, and one of them is worth hundreds of millions."

He Jiong felt a stab in the heart.

If it's worthless, what's worth it.

It's confirmed, this old man really doesn't treat these things as things, let alone money.

The old man is really an outsider who regards money as something outside of him.

Otherwise, they wouldn't randomly put hundreds of millions of antiques in the cabinet like this, and let them choose at will.

"Hundreds of millions?"

The others stared and exclaimed.

Isn't it just a bottle?
Why is it so expensive?

When they choose their favorite items, they must remember that the bottles and jars here cannot be touched.

Because one is more valuable than the other.

"This is blue and white porcelain from the Yuan Dynasty. Look, I need to sit on the side and relax."

He Jiong stared at the two jars he had just seen and nodded.

Who would have thought that there would be such a priceless thing in such an inconspicuous cabinet.

One is Qing Dynasty enamel color, and the other is Yuan Dynasty blue and white porcelain.

No one dares to touch those bottles anymore.

"Grandpa, is this really Yuan Dynasty blue and white porcelain?"

Zhang Zifeng squatted down, looked at the bottle and asked without daring to reach out.

She had heard that blue and white porcelain was particularly precious.

I just didn't expect such a jar to be worth hundreds of millions.

As for the two items Mr. He found, if they were sold, this would be another family that would live their entire lives without worrying about food and drink.

"This jar was also given by Zhu. I told him about the strange things from the foreigner's side, so he found someone to go to the western side. I heard that he went there several times."

After Ye Qing finished speaking, he approached the cupboard, picked up the blue and white porcelain, sniffed it slightly, and said with a smile:

"I'm not afraid of your jokes. The cook of Yuan Mei's family used to pickle pickles in this jar, so if you want to take it away, you can take it away, or wash it with rhubarb, and pickle some pickles for me."

This jar seems to have been with him for many years.

When I first met Yuan Mei, the chef of Yuan Mei's family was good at cooking, especially kimchi.

So when he stayed at Yuan Mei's house for a while and left, he gave the cook a small jar of pickled vegetables and took it away.

To this day, he puts the jar in the cabinet after he finishes eating those pickles.

If the rhubarb kimchi is good, then pickle a can for him, let him miss the sour and appetizing taste.

Ye Qing's words made several people in the room dumbfounded, but the audience in the live broadcast room clicked their tongues.

"Old man, you are really reckless."

"This blue-and-white porcelain jar worth hundreds of millions was actually used to pickle kimchi."

"God, come and save this big blue and white porcelain jar, let it get rid of the fate of being corroded by the smell of pickles."

"Old man, I'll offer [-] million, and sell this blue and white porcelain to me."

"The value of this jar is more than this. It was made by the Yuan Dynasty. I will pay [-] million for Mawei."

"Mr. Ma, I'm sorry, but we want this blue and white porcelain from the Yuan Dynasty Museum. This is the most treasured object in the Yuan Dynasty, and it shouldn't be circulated in the world."

As the two men bubbled up in the comments section.

All the interested collectors couldn't bear the love in their hearts, and started bidding one after another.

This is Yuan blue and white.

If this object is in their own hands, they must treasure it for several more years, the longer the time, the more valuable this object will be.

This is an investment that will only go up and not down.

……

"Old man, if you want to eat kimchi, I'll make it for you, but this blue and white porcelain is fine, otherwise I'm afraid that those lovers will pick me up as a kimchi when they meet me."

Huang Lei looked at Yuan Qinghua and quickly shook his head to refuse.

There is no one but the old man who can use blue and white porcelain worth hundreds of millions to hold kimchi.

He can't do what the old man can do.

He was really afraid that when he returned to Kyoto, he would be sacked with a sack by those lovers of antiques.

"Rhubarb, you are really cowardly."

Ye Qing pouted, feeling disgusted.

Isn't it just pickling pickles in a jar, so why are you so afraid?

"Old man, I'm not cowardly, I'm cherishing life. You think it's worthless, but it's a rare thing in the eyes of others." Huang Lei explained to the old man seriously.

"Okay, whatever you want, anyway, just remember to pickle the old man's pickles."

"Don't worry about that, as long as you say it, I, Rhubarb, will definitely do my best to do it for you."

After Huang Lei said this, he rolled his eyes and thought about it.

He always felt that there was something wrong with these words.

rhubarb?

Why does he think this name is calling the watchdog in the village?
The more he thought about it, the more he felt this way.

The old man has misunderstood himself by calling him these two days, but he still thinks this name brings him closer.

No, I'd better tell the old man to change his name.

Otherwise, when this season airs, everyone will call him Rhubarb, which sounds weird.

"Old man, can we not call me Dahuang in the future, this name is a bit embarrassing."

"What's so embarrassing?"

"Grandpa, this rhubarb sounds like it's calling a dog."

Zhang Zifeng understood what Papa Huang meant, so he whispered in Ye Qing's ear.

She remembered that when this man came to Taoyuan Village the day before yesterday, she seemed to hear the villagers call their dog back like this.

Although it is understandable to call Papa Huang like this at the age of grandpa.

But if the show is broadcast in front of tens of millions of viewers, it's better to save some face for Papa Huang.

Otherwise, it would be an embarrassing scene if Papa Huang met the dog and someone yelled.

"So it is."

Ye Qing stroked his beard lightly and nodded.

If Huang Lei didn't say it, he really didn't expect this.

The dogs in the village seem to have a dog named Da Huang. If they run into each other in the future, the Huang family boy will die of embarrassment.

Okay, isn't it just a name change?

(End of this chapter)

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