Rebirth 90s: Hot Wife Flirting

There were a few pens inserted in the celadon-glazed pot, as well as scissors and other miscellaneous things.

"Dad, take this jar back for me to arrange flowers, and I'll buy you a new pen holder in a moment." Ye Qingqing picked up the clay jar, it was a little rough to the touch, and there were a few tiny fine lines on the mouth of the bottle. Knocked.

"Take it and use it. You don't need to buy a pen holder. I have quite a few."

Ye Mingcheng went to the third floor, flipped through it and found an elegant bamboo tube, poured out the contents of the clay pot, and put it all into the bamboo tube.

"Why do you use a clay pot as a pen holder when you have a bamboo tube? You are not afraid of breaking it." Ye Qingqing said angrily.

"If it's broken, throw it away. I didn't spend any money. I bought this bamboo tube for 50 yuan." Ye Mingcheng held the bamboo tube gracefully. Come out and use it!

Ye Qingqing grabbed the bamboo tube and carved a piece of green bamboo. She couldn't tell if it was carved by a famous master, but she felt that it was probably not. Moreover, this bamboo was also a very common moso bamboo, and one could be cut down on the mountain. , can make dozens of bamboo tubes.

"You spend fifty yuan on this broken bamboo tube? Fifty yuan can buy a few large bamboos, Dad, I know how the bad problems of the dust-free prodigal family come from. I learned it from you, and learned it well. Learn from the bad, you didn't set a good example for Wuchen!" Ye Qingqing scolded.

It's no wonder that the upstairs is full of junk, and her father is too fooled. Just a broken bamboo tube can deceive fifty dollars. It is estimated that all the junk upstairs was fooled back in this way.

"How can the bamboo be compared with this bamboo tube? This is a work of art. The bamboo is just a bamboo. Don't talk nonsense if you don't understand." Ye Mingcheng corrected.

"Who said that this broken bamboo tube is a work of art? Which famous artist did it? This rough craftsmanship looks like a piece of junk produced by a machine assembly line. It's still a work of art. Hmph, don't humiliate the work of art."

Ye Qingqing poured out the contents of the bamboo tube and weighed it a few times. It was light, and the hand feeling was not very good. The more I looked at the painting, the more shoddy I felt. The fifty dollars was a waste.

"Isn't there still a painting on it? I think the painting is very good, quite ancient, it should be used by some young master in ancient times." Ye Mingcheng tried his best to defend, he really thought it was a work of art.

Ye Qingqing was speechless and quite old-fashioned. Her father had gone crazy and was more dangerous than Wuchen.

"I'll take a look."

The bookish old gentleman came over, he had already hung up the water, took the bamboo tube from Ye Qingqing's hand, and once he got started, he had roughly counted it. After reading it all over again, the old gentleman shook his head. , "It's definitely not an ancient object, it was produced in modern times, and in recent years, fifty yuan is not worth it, and a night market for three yuan is better than this."

"Impossible, how do you know it was made in the past few years? I think there is Kangxi's era below it!" Ye Mingcheng turned the bamboo tube upside down, and the bottom of the bamboo tube was indeed engraved with the Kangxi era. He decided to buy it after seeing this. down.

Ye Qingqing snorted, "If Kangxi is engraved, it must be from the Kangxi era? You don't know how to sell dog meat with a sheep's head? How can you catch a fool like you if you don't?"

The old gentleman smiled, pointed to the era number and said, "This calligraphy font has no rules and regulations, and the era number is also wrong. Kangxi only reigned for sixty-one years, how could there be seventy-two years of Kangxi, Doctor Ye. , your daughter is right, this is to sell dog meat at the head of a sheep and deceive those newcomers who don't understand."

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