Rebirth 81: Being forced into marriage by my sister’s best friend at the beginning

Lin Ran turned around and saw the middle-aged woman. He wanted to pull the little girl away, but was stopped by the little girl.

Lin Ran couldn't help but look at the middle-aged woman.

The middle-aged woman also knows that she has gone too far.Lowered his head.

Others criticized: "This woman is worse than her own child."

Since onlookers had already gathered around her, there was no need to worry about her escaping.

Lin Ran held the largest fragment in his hand and said, "Although I didn't see the original appearance, judging from the shape of the fragment, the workmanship is indeed very delicate."

"It can be seen that the workmanship is very deep, and the arc of the abdomen is also very natural. From the shape of this instrument, the overall shape is smooth and regular."

"The glaze colors are just right, black and brown with green, and the luster is rounded."

If it were just to identify a complete porcelain, Lin Ran wouldn't be able to draw so many conclusions.

However, the porcelain in front of him had been smashed into pieces. He could even see the internal structure, and his judgment became more professional.

The stall owner originally wanted to laugh at Lin Ran for pretending not to understand, but when he heard that he was eloquent and eloquent, even he couldn't help but nod his head.

Others heard Lin Ran's appraisal, and the crowd of onlookers finally confirmed that the person in front of them was Mr. Lin.

I really can't tell you so much appreciation knowledge without any level.

In fact, Lin Ran was already very familiar with black glaze.

Seen in many places, this kind of porcelain is also called paper-cut glaze.

It looks very gorgeous and noble, but in fact it is just that.

Lin Ran's appraisal was not over yet. He picked up another fragment and said, "The carvings and patterns, the lines are elegant and natural, and it is done in one go. It is obviously the work of a master."

After hearing this, the stall owner showed a happy expression.

The little brother in front of him really knew the goods, and only then did he feel relieved.

Of course, not everyone can understand Lin Ran's appraisal. There are some secrets among antiques.

Lin Ran finally put the fragments together, sighed and said, "Unfortunately, this is not. A cultural relic of the Ming Dynasty."

Hearing this, the stall owner's expression changed.

"You're talking nonsense! My grandfather passed this on to me."

"Is your grandfather from the Ming Dynasty?" Lin Ran asked.

There was laughter all around.

The stall owner didn't know how to answer for a moment.

Lin Ran said: "Actually, this is not the black glaze of the Luo Song Kiln, but the black glaze engraving of the Jing Kiln of the Qing Dynasty. There were no bowls or dishes of this configuration in the Ming Dynasty, but they appeared in the middle of the Qing Dynasty. .”

"So, your bowl should be a cultural relic from the middle to late Qing Dynasty. Although it is worth some money, it will definitely not be sold for 200 yuan."

Lin Ran stood up and stared directly at the stall owner.

Because of the joke just now, the stall owner's face looked gloomy.

The stall owner said angrily: "I know, you and this girl are in the same group, and you have colluded to extort my money."

"I'm just telling you the results of my appraisal." Lin Ran looked back without fear, not paying any attention to the bronze sword in his hand.

Because he could see that the stall owner also began to hesitate.

However, the stall owner still shouted at the top of his lungs: "Don't talk about what is available or not, just tell me how much this bowl is worth?!"

After thinking for a while, Lin Ran replied: "I still stick to my previous opinion, 50 yuan, no more."

Not only the stall owner, but also the expressions of the onlookers changed.

Because in their field of vision, Lin Ran was able to determine the age and origin of the cultural relics just through a few fragments. It was really not surprising.

Moreover, after knowing the source, everyone can also conduct their own valuation.

Anyone who is in the antique business knows that cultural relics from the Ming and Qing Dynasties, except for products from official kilns, are not valuable at all.

It’s not just that it’s not that old, it’s only 300 years ago at most.

Moreover, porcelain bowls with his craftsmanship were still available in Jingdezhen in this era, so it was impossible to sell them for 200 yuan.

After receiving the news, the onlookers began to show their reasonable side.

"It turned out to be a Jing Kiln product from the Qing Dynasty. It looks good, but the price is just that."

"Items from private kilns can be sold for only 50 yuan."

"Just let it go if you like it. Besides, why are you arguing with a child?"

The stall owner's face turned as red as a slaughtered pig.

He has also been in the antique business for a while and has some idea of ​​the price of this bowl.

But unexpectedly, he actually made a mistake.

The middle-aged woman stood up and said, "I can't get 50 yuan now. Can I give you 30 yuan?"

There was fear in her eyes.

The stall owner obviously didn't intend to let it go.

"You say it is? What evidence do you have?"

The stall owner thought that Lin Ran's words just now were probably just made up to scare him. After all, people in antique shops often say some mysterious and mysterious things to lower the price.

It was because he didn't trust antique shops that he didn't sell his family heirlooms. Instead, he sold them in the market, hoping to get a higher price.

Lin Ran laughed.

The others looked at each other, wondering what he wanted to do.

The stall owner said: "Okay, 50 is 50, 30 yuan is absolutely not acceptable!"

"But I don't have that much money." The middle-aged woman said.

"Wait a minute." Lin Ran stopped the stall owner.

The stall owner stared at Lin Ran: "What else do you want to do?"

Lin Ran said: "Actually, 30 yuan is enough."

"what?"

As soon as this sentence came out, not only the stall owner, but also the onlookers were a little confused.

No matter how cheap the folk kiln products of the Qing Dynasty are, they cannot be bought for just a few dozen yuan.

The stall owner became even more furious: "I gave you face, didn't I? This is my family heirloom!"

Lin Ran looked back at each other without fear, glared and said, "I only mentioned this price because they were wrong in the first place. In fact, this smashed bowl is not worth it at all." It’s valuable, not even worth a penny!”

This sentence directly caused an uproar among the crowd.

Little Lin, you really don't know how to write the word "death"?

Judging by the fierce look on the stall owner's face, one could tell that he was not a reasonable person, yet Lin Ran dared to provoke him over and over again.

Lin Ran didn't think so.

Because he could see that although the stall owner in front of him looked vicious, he had a pretty good temper.

Otherwise, someone with a bad temper would have attacked the mother and daughter long ago.

But that doesn't mean stall owners won't lose their minds.

Seeing that the stall owner was about to get angry, Lin Ran quickly explained: "Actually, your grandfather may have been deceived, because he is not a product made by Jing Kiln in the Qing Dynasty, but a high imitation."

The stall owner's hand holding the sword began to tremble.

"What did you say?"

"I told you it was a replica." Lin Ran looked directly at him and said calmly.