Rebirth do not come

Early the next morning, the genius was slightly bright, and the two old men got up, and Ni Hui followed suit.Grandpa Sun praised him: "Huihui is a good boy, he knows that going to bed early and getting up early is good for health."

Grandpa asked: "Will Hui Hui go with me?"

"Well, I'm going to play too." Ni Hui thought it would be good to see it.

At this time, it was very early and it was winter again. There were almost no people walking around on the street, and occasionally I could meet a few housewives rushing to the morning market.At this time, the bus hadn’t started yet. Grandpa Sun called a tricycle and took the three of them to Guanqian Street. Guanqian Street is a pedestrian street in Suzhou with many shops. It is the busiest area. There are only a few shops open, and people are still sound asleep.

Grandpa Sun led them directly into a narrow alley next to it. Unlike the deserted main street, the alley was obviously much more lively. Many shops were open and warm yellow lights were on to welcome customers.The alley is full of stalls of all kinds, and the hawkers are quietly waiting for customers with their arms folded. There are already many old and young men wandering in the alley with their arms folded.

Grandpa Sun is a frequent visitor here, and many vendors greet him.Ni Hui opened his eyes wide, looking at the porcelain, jade, coins, metal utensils, calligraphy and paintings, and various modern handicrafts on the booth.

Grandpa likes calligraphy and painting, and is looking at a rubbings of Wei Bei at the moment.Ni Hui squatted at a nearby stall looking at other people's porcelain. Among all the collections, Ni Hui only knew a little about porcelain.There are a lot of porcelain on this stall, including cups, plates, bowls, pots, jars, bottles and other shapes, as well as single-color and multi-color glazes.

The stall owner was a young man in his 20s. When he saw Ni Hui squatting in front of his stall and enjoying watching it, he said with a smile: "Kids, don't touch it randomly. If you touch it carefully, you will lose money."

Ni Hui said, "I want to buy something, why don't you let me touch it?"

The young man's eyes widened: "This is not a toy, hurry up and find your adults."

"I know, it's porcelain, a collectible." Ni Hui's voice was crisp and childish, but what he said was serious.

The stall owner got excited and took out a brush washer: "Hey, kid, how old are you, do you know what kind of porcelain this is?"

Ni Hui glanced at it: "Baici."

"Hey, okay, what about this one?"

"Pastel."

The people around stopped and turned their heads to look at him with interest. They have been visiting the collection market for many years, but they have never seen such a small collector.

Ni Hui's grandfather was also alarmed, and quickly put down the rubbings and came over. Grandpa Sun had already arrived, and was encouraging Ni Hui to fight with the stall owner: "Wang San'er, you're testing my grandson like this. Forgive me?"

The stall owner rolled his eyes: "Old man Sun, it turned out to be your grandson who came to trick me on purpose. Which one do you like?" What Ni Hui said was very basic, and it sounded superficial to experts, but He is a child who is only six or seven years old, so it is very unusual to know so much.

Ni Hui is actually very ashamed, he really only knows a little bit superficially, relying on the advantage of his small shell.Old man Sun pointed to the white porcelain brush in his hand and said, "You can give that to my grandson."

Ni Hui's eyes wandered around, and his eyes fell on a large blue and white plate, on which there was a pastel vase: "I want that."

Grandpa Sun asked: "Which one, a vase?"

"No, it's the big plate." The blue and white plate was fifty or sixty centimeters in diameter, and it was in the shape of a large vessel.

Grandpa Sun shook his head quickly and said, "That's not very useful, we just want this."

Ni Hui turned a deaf ear, turned to his grandfather and said, "Grandpa, I want this plate, you can buy it for me."

Grandpa Sun said: "We don't want that plate. It's a fake. It's an imitation of Yuan blue and white. It's not real." When Wang San brought this plate back, he said that he had made a Yuan blue and white plate, but many people came to see it. Yes, say it's fake.

Ni Hui said: "But that one is pretty, grandpa will buy it for me, okay?"

Grandpa looked at Ni Hui: "What do you want a big plate for?"

Ni Hui smiled: "The big plate looks good, and it can be used for eating." Ni Hui heard more than once from his Wangnian friends that he once missed a big blue and white plate of Yuan Dynasty. At that time, he wanted to buy it very much. He said it was fake, but his money was a little tight, so he hesitated for a while, and it was gone when he went again. Later, he saw the plate on Christie’s auction list, and it was sold at a high price of more than 5000 million, which made him regret it. It's all blue.An old friend told him that when buying a collection, as long as you like it and the price is acceptable, you should buy it. It doesn't matter whether it is true or not. Anyway, it is not for investment, but for playing and appreciation. It is hard to buy happiness.

Ni Hui had heard this matter from his old friends more than once, so his feelings for Yuan Qinghua were deeper than others.He took a fancy to the blue and white plate, not for the authenticity, but purely for liking, so he really wanted to buy it.

The stall owner said: "My child has a good eye, and he immediately fell in love with the most valuable thing in my house. Do you really want this?"

Ni Hui pouted, if it was really valuable, would he put the things under the weight?He said: "Don't lie to me that I am ignorant. If your thing is really valuable, you should put it there and give it up instead of being pressed under other things. Tell me the real price, how much is it?"

The smile on the stall owner's face froze: "Whose child is this? Why are you so ghostly?"

Grandpa put his hand on Ni Hui's head, and he was very surprised. Who taught him to say that? How did he know this?Ni Hui grinned at the stall owner: "Boss, can you tell me how much it is?" Then he looked up at his grandfather, "Grandpa, if you can afford it, can you buy this for me?"

The stall owner gritted his teeth: "200 yuan, my family heirloom, take it if you want it."

Grandpa Sun said: "Wang San, don't tell children to lie, bullies and children don't understand, earn a lot of money to live a fat life, right?"

Ni Hui puffed his cheeks: "Boss, are you trying to scare us away?"

"Hey, do you know how much one thousand and two is? I got the reserve price from someone else. I didn't make any money."

Ni Hui said: "Boss, you just said that it is a family heirloom. You want to pass it on to your family and sell it here, but now you say you got it from someone else. Which one of your words is true?"

Wang San immediately blushed. Although he usually runs the train with his mouth full, he certainly wouldn't be as illogical as today. Obviously he underestimated the enemy, mainly because he didn't think it could really be sold. No grown-up buys it as a toy for a child.

Grandpa Sun said: "Wang San, since you are all imitations, I will give you 50 yuan and sell it to my grandson to play with."

Wang San shook his head like a rattle: "I can't make it, I can't sell it so cheap, it's not enough for my capital."

Ni Hui said, "Then how much do you want?"

Wang San said: "You can take it at ease, and I will give you 800 yuan."

Ni Hui said, "I'll buy it for 300 yuan."

Grandpa and Grandpa Sun frowned, this child is really hard to bargain.

Wang San said: "Little friend, 300 yuan is really not enough. You are so good at bargaining. If you add more, I will sell it to you."

Ni Hui said, "Take out the plate and let me see if it's worth 200 yuan."

Seeing that he looked like an adult, Wang San carefully took out the plate: "My little friend, it's absolutely worth it. Take a look, there are no flaws. Look at the air bubbles, the flakes, and the patterns, how beautiful it is."

Ni Hui said: "Hold it firmly, show me." This is a large plate with peacock and peony pattern on the blue ground. The look of the peacock and the flowers and leaves of the peony are all beautifully drawn, and the glaze color looks very luxurious. atmosphere.The more Ni Hui looked at it, the more he liked it. He asked Wang San to hold the plate and carefully looked at it up and down. The bottom of the plate was actually "Zhizheng Eight Years". It was because of this inscription that everyone believed it was a fake. , because there are very few Yuan blue and white belts handed down from generation to generation, and the only few pieces are all on jars and bottles, and almost none of them are plate-shaped.Ni Hui felt that even if it was a fake, it would be worth it. The blue and white flowers are so beautiful, and this thing doesn't look new. Even if it is a fake, it is probably from the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China. The absolute value of 200 yuan.

Wang San said: "How about it, isn't it beautiful? 300 yuan is definitely worth it."

Ni Hui leaned over to take a closer look, touched the patterns of the porcelain with his fingers, and said with a smile, "Okay then, it's only 300 yuan, boss, wrap it up for me."

Wang San was entangled by him: "Hey, you kid, when did I say 300 yuan?"

Ni Hui smiled: "Boss, you can sell it to me for 300 yuan. You can earn less because I like it so much."

Both Grandpa Sun and Grandpa tacitly kept silent to see how Ni Hui bargained with the boss.Ni Hui was very beautiful and cute, and he spoke like a grown-up. His compliments made the boss happy, and finally Wang San gritted his teeth: "Okay, I'll sell it to you."

Ni Hui was so happy that he almost jumped up: "Thank you boss, the boss will definitely have a prosperous business and a lot of money. Grandpa, give me the money."

Grandpa suddenly came to his senses, and only then did he consider the practical issue. Does he really need to spend 300 yuan to buy such a plate?He squatted down and looked at Ni Hui at the same level: "Hui Hui, do you really want to buy this plate?"

Ni Hui nodded seriously: "Well, grandpa, please lend me the money, and I will return it to you when I go back to my mother."

Seeing that his grandson spoke seriously, grandpa hesitated for a moment: "Okay, grandpa bought it for you."

Ni Hui hugged grandpa's neck happily, and rubbed against his neck: "Thank you, grandpa!"

So Ni Hui successfully bought this large blue and white plate with a diameter of [-] centimeters.The three returned to Sun's house, opened the plate and began to look at it again.Grandpa asked Ni Hui: "Huihui, how do you know about porcelain?"

Ni Hui blinked: "I heard it when Grandpa Sun told you yesterday." Yesterday Grandpa Sun was indeed showing off his collection to his old friend, introducing their origins one by one, and Ni Hui has been listening .

Grandpa didn't expect Ni Hui to have such a good memory, and he memorized them as soon as they mentioned it casually. It can be seen that his grandson is very interested in this, so he asked him, "Why did you buy this plate and go back home?"

Ni Hui grinned: "I just like it, Grandpa, I will ask my mother to give you money."

"No need to give it, Grandpa gave it to you."

Ni Hui said, "Then deduct it from my mother's living expenses."

"You kid." Grandpa laughed and reached out to touch his head.

Grandpa Sun wore reading glasses: "Old Chen, come over and take a look. I think this plate is so perfect. The more you look at it, the less it looks like an addition. How could it be a fake?"

Grandpa said: "I don't understand this, isn't it what you said is a fake?"

Grandpa Sun said: "I also heard from others. There are very few inscriptions on Yuan blue and white belts, especially the plate-shaped ones. I have almost never seen it. Based on this, everyone believes it is fake. This plate is indeed perfect. If there is no This inscription can definitely be mistaken for the real one, but the inscription turned out to be a cover-up. It is estimated that this thing was imitated in the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China, so it is worth buying."

Ni Hui had already decided that what he bought was a fake. He never thought that 300 yuan could buy a Yuan blue and white flower, but he didn't expect that the reason for everyone's authenticity verification was this. He couldn't help but think, maybe this is a real thing. .Of course, this idea is only an occasional flash, and I didn't take it seriously.

Grandpa Sun said: "Huihui, give it to Grandpa Sun, I will give you 300 yuan, no, I will give you 400 yuan."

Ni Hui shook his head: "No, I want to take it home, I like this."

Grandpa Sun was a little disappointed, but people who are into collectors like to pay attention to fate. Since Ni Hui likes it and happened to buy it, it is his fate and cannot be forced.