Chapter 330, thirty taels of silver waste porcelain

Mrs. Chu stood in front of the car with red faces and ears. She can be smart elsewhere. Few people know this art of unveiling painting in modern times, and there is no history class. This time, Xiaochu was convinced.

Chu Huaixian gave up riding a horse and sat in the car with Xiaochu and continued to laugh at her: "You still dare to sell antiques. You are lucky and capable people are always by your side. So I asked you to stop for a year or two before doing this business. If you do it now, you will only suffer losses.

The next day, it was sunny and Mrs. Chu came to the restaurant. Gong Miaoer and the stew manager Zhuang were talking and pointed down: "Yesterday, Mr. Qian, you have to clean up like the tree next to the pavilion. This tree can't be moved. Change it to a small one for him. These are all trees that have been made for decades. Tell me where they are.

"These people are just good at learning and follow others when they are good at home. He came again yesterday afternoon and said that it was a nice treat in the afternoon. I said that it's okay for you to temporarily put a pavilion on it, or set up a shelf below and put some bamboo leaves and bamboo branches on it.

Manager Zhuang said that Xiaochu almost didn't laugh next to him. The pavilion is like a roof, so you can come.

Hearing this thin laughter, Gong Miaoer seemed to have just seen Xiaochu: "Aha, young lady." Mrs. Chu smiled without smiling: "Aha, the second shopkeeper."

"Hello, long time no see." Gong Miaoer continued to quarrel with Xiaochu, and Xiaochu continued to quarrel with him: "How are you? It's been a long time since yesterday to today."

Gong Miaoer couldn't avoid it and said, "What are you going to do?" Xiaochu's eyebrows did not move: "If we collect ancient paintings in the future, can you still reveal them?" One changed into two. Thanks to this person, he can figure it out. No wonder he keeps asking if there is a lower payment against the three words of the boring building. He dares to hang at home.

"After finishing this job, he has gone to Beijing for a long time. At this moment, it may be hundreds of miles past the Great Wall. Gong Miaoer was full of bitterness: "I can't find him."

Xiaochu snorted and sneered: "I just said one sentence, when I want this person, you have to find it out for me." He turned around and said fiercely, "He is in the mouse hole, and you have to dig it out for me."

After saying that, he left. Gong Miaoer shouted in the back, "Oh, how to dig the mouse hole?" Xiaochu ignored him and went downstairs to enjoy the cool.

After stopping for two days, Zheng Erguan still went from home to the boring building early in the morning. When he left the house, he was still muttering: "It's still free to have enough food at home. That building is really boring. It's so familiar that he won't send a bowl of noodles."

For this miser, the boring building is more rich than him.

Zheng Erguan wanted to sell his porcelain to the boring building for free. Mrs. Chu only wanted to help him sell things for nothing, so she had to spit out a few.

Slowly coming downstairs, Zheng Erguan still took a breath of pleasure and saw that the house had been replaced with a lot of red leaves and was ready for autumn.

The red leaves are lined with the new wooden building, which looks extremely eye-catching. Zheng Erguan held the clean stairs and went upstairs. As before, he felt that the house on this building was very well built.

The first thing to do is to count his antiques. One, two, three... After counting, Zheng Erguan narrowed his eyes and looked at it. Suddenly, my eyes were attracted by something next to me.

This is a porcelain with a big belly. The glaze on it is white with an unspeakable color. Anyway, it looks like any color. If you look closely, it doesn't seem to be there. This is a burned porcelain. Looking at the light, this color has become obsolete.

There is a green radish on it, palm-sized oily green leaves, which are extremely vigorous.

The bottom is held in the man's hand and is holding it upstairs.

Zheng Erguan's eyes were straight and followed the green Luo. Seeing the clerk holding it in his hand, be careful on a shelf that sells antiques. This shelf is empty, and Zheng Erguan is planning to see which one is better today. Anyway, it is also sold here and elsewhere.

Half of the officials of the boring building came, and some gift-givings were just bought and given away. As the reputation gradually rises, people who love to collect will also run here. There are several familiar faces that have been to Zheng's antique shop, and most of Zheng's officials know them.

There is one bad thing. It's too convenient to talk about business here and treat guests. Although Zheng's second official makes money, he often breaks the money to the point of pain.

At this time, the shelf with green Luo is his pavement in his eyes. That's all. The green porcelain below made Zheng Erguan angry and angry. This is at home! Definitely, definitely. Zheng Erguan can recognize it at a glance.

He knew that Mrs. Chu was accompanied by her nephew and spent a day to go to the porcelain kiln to see it. But I didn't expect... Zheng Erguan's stingy personality came up again, and his hands began to tremble. I thought that Mrs. Chu went to see the newly burned porcelain. There are a few things that Zheng Erguan has been optimistic about. I plan to talk to Mrs. Chu. These items are high-quality, and they are decent in any shop. You can put it in the boring building, but only give you a lot of money.

And now, he stared at the pot of green radish angrily. The color is quite well matched. Below is a similar color, and on the top is a vibrant green Luo.

But this flower pot! It's Zheng's. Zheng Erguan people hate that these burned porcelains are mostly damaged. I don't want Mrs. Chu to have this idea! You know, when a flower pot is sold, it is also worth a few cents of silver.

When he is angry about money, he only has the heart to earn back. Zheng Erguan calmed down and sat down, intending to see how much money this pot of green dill can be sold.

"Man, let's have a bowl of shredded meat noodles." Zheng Erguan shouted like this, and the man was shocked. Carefully came over and asked, "Didn't you have breakfast this morning?"

Zheng Erguan's face was calm: "I ate." The man touched his ear and said, "Then you shouted wrong, or I heard it wrong. But you are the only guest upstairs for a while. I can't call you by myself.

"Yes, it's just a large bowl of shredded meat noodles, and put more shredded meat, otherwise you won't be paid." Zheng Erguan was leisurely and complatoned: "After breakfast, you can't eat it again."

This bowl of noodles will hang under the tent of this flower pot for a while. Zheng Erguan's brain turned extremely fast. His nephew's fool must have given this porcelain as a flower pot to Mrs. Chu in white. After all, let him give his daughter Baiyu for nothing, and his nephew is willing to send it for nothing. I'm afraid that the young lady won't accept it.

As soon as he thought of this, Zheng Erguan planned to eat a large bowl of noodles with shredded meat here today. Because Mrs. Chu is not easy to talk, Zheng Erguan is really un confident about being able to ask for money. No matter what, eat some in your stomach first. If she doesn't pay, I won't pay the bill. Anyway, you can't spit it out.

Make up your mind. Zheng Erguan, who hasn't spent money here for a long time, will start the same today.

When the guy came down and said, everyone downstairs was stunned. Manager Zhuang pointed upstairs: "Is he sick today?" On the opening day, a small firecracker came to give a gift and brought his sons to have a meal. Later, the sons were sorry and gave another gift in private.

In the future, Zheng Erguan came and rushed home to eat at noon. Later, because there were many guests at noon, it was a good opportunity to sell things. Zheng Erguan complained to stewor Zhuang. He didn't complain about the expensive price of vegetables, but complained, "Your building is not good. It's too far from my house. It made me have a meal, which made me a little tired.

In order to solve this situation of eating and doing business, Zheng Yi specially asked his servants to deliver a meal to the second official at noon every day, and this matter was solved.

Now, Zheng Erguan is the same, and he can't help but be surprised in the boring building.

After the two officials had noodles, they sat in front of the green Luo. He came early and there was no one. He chose a good angle early to guard his antiques, and it was also convenient to see the guest's look. Someone's eyes turned around, and Zheng's second official was about to come to take care of him.

This antique business is also the first part of Beijing.

At noon, there were more and more guests. The price of a boring building is not low, which is a prerequisite for guests. Some people like to go to expensive places.

Although there are many guests, it is not crowded. At the beginning of Xiaochu, he refused to become a sea of people in the small restaurant. There were a few more tables downstairs, and it was okay for someone to eat by the flowers in the garden. But there is a wind and water place upstairs, and I don't want to put it more. So it's full, and there are only a few people.

Someone fell in like the green Luo and called the clerk and asked him, "How much is it?" The man carefully held it over and showed it to him: "This is our new thing. If you like it, please feel free to make a price."

He said casually, and the man kept saying, "Look at this thing. This glaze is not easy to burn out. If any one wants to burn, he dares not boast that it will work.

The skin on Zheng Erguan's face trembled. This was burned, not deliberately burned. Of course, no one dares to boast that it will definitely burn out. Listen to this speakable man then continued, "Well, look, there is no one before, no one after, and it is rare in the market."

The second official of Zheng was the only one who said that there was no one before and no one after. He was full of grief and indignation in his heart, and he didn't want to burn like this at all!

There are all rich people upstairs. How can he pay less when he is asked to pay in public? But this is also cautious. It's just an interesting idea to look at the desk. At present, he boasted, "There is no such thing anywhere else. I want to be interesting. I'll make a price. Don't laugh if you say less, I'll reward you if you say too much.

The guy bowed: "You are an old customer, just offer the price. Business doesn't work, and our friendship is still there. Zheng Erguan raised his ears and his eyes were straight and motionless, waiting for him to open the price.

The guest also smiled: "A plaything, I don't know if I can survive after this season. But you don't have anything cheap upstairs. I'll pay 30 taels of silver. What do you think?

Thirty taels of silver and a piece of waste porcelain, Zheng Erguan immediately rushed blood to his face, and his face turned red. This thing seems to be thrown away in my home, and a green leaf dug in an unknown ravine can actually be sold for 30 taels.

This all comes from not selling cheap things or bad things in boring buildings. It's not good to put it here casually, and others still think they don't see it.

This credit is actually Zheng Erguan. It is he who keeps here every day so that he can sell things without paying for paving money. He has accumulated credit day by day.

I didn't think of this at the beginning.

After the price was quoted, the man hesitated and smiled at the guests: "I'll ask the stew manager Zhuang to go." As soon as Manager Zhuang heard the price, people were immediately happy. I didn't expect it. I really didn't expect that someone really paid for it according to what Mrs. Chu said.

He trotted up. The downstairs is full of smiles, and upstairs looks serious: "This price is not high, but this is the first business this morning, and you will come often in the future, and we will have it."

Thirty taels of silver, a waste porcelain, plus a piece of green dill that is not special.

steweller Zhuang came down and didn't need anyone else. He ran back to ask Gong Miaoer. He entered the door and stretched out three fingers breathlessly: "It's sold." Gong Miaoer crossed her legs under the tree to catch a cold, and still smiled at the three fingers strangely: "Three taels of silver, um, it's not a loss."

The porcelain is free of charge at all. The green dill grows under the tree. Gong Miaoer was going to throw it away. Later, Xiaochu said that good-looking is the most important thing, but the reputation is second most expensive. He just stayed.

"Thirty taels!"

When stewer Zhuang said this, Gong Miaoer suddenly jumped up: "How much!" Then he laughed and said, "Okay, this broken grassroots is worth so much money. Hurry up and take out our good red leaves and trees."

The two called the buddy and began to pack up.

Zheng Erguan, who was on the boring upstairs, turned into meditation at this time. These 30 taels of silver are calculated according to the previous calculation, and I still account for 70%.