Rebirth: I am a first-line antique dealer

After returning home, Ding Mao and his father rewrapped all the dust bottles, and then went to the uncle's house together.

"Brother, Xiaomao bought a house in the county. Yuxia and I are also planning to go to the county. The land will be harvested after planting this year, but we definitely don't have time to harvest it, so we thought about leaving it to you to arrange it."

After Ding Xian entered the house, he chatted a few words about home affairs and then directly explained his purpose of coming.

“It’s a good thing to go to the county!”

Ding Sheng first affirmed, and then said in confusion: "The key is that this year is not bad, and the harvest will be harvested in a month or two. How will we get the food? We can't just say we don't want it and just don't want it!"

"Before coming here, Xiaomao and I also discussed it. Xiaomao prefers old things, so we don't want the money for harvesting food. The land is actually given to the eldest brother. I must say to the eldest brother that Xiaomao wants your family to grow. The pair of bottles my sister-in-law owns, and of course all the money from this year’s harvest also belongs to my eldest brother!”

After all, they were relatives, so Ding Xian didn't hide it and stated the conditions directly and clearly.

"Your family has nearly 60 acres of land! Do you want that pair of bottles?"

Before Ding Mao's uncle could speak, his aunt spoke first in disbelief.

"Yes, sister-in-law, we definitely don't have much time to come back and collect it. It's not appropriate to ask you for money. Just the pair of bottles will be fine. But this year, I have to help me get the grain, oil, rice and noodles for the old man!"

"That's fine. Why are there so many bags of rice and noodles? It seems that the autumn harvest will be here in just a few days. Do you really want it? No, you and Yuxia don't have time. It's okay for these brothers to help you harvest it! It's a busy job. It’s been a spring, so I can’t just say I don’t want it and just don’t want it!”

Ding Sheng still felt it was a pity and tried to persuade him.

"Oh, look at you, the Fourth Brother and the others have gone to the county to make a lot of money. When the time comes, running back and forth will not affect the business there!"

Ding Sheng's father-in-law quickly interrupted. He must be targeting his son-in-law.

"Yes, brother, we won't run back and forth. Just look at the land arrangements. My family's grain field plus the share allocated by the old man is 26 acres and 6 points. I contracted 30 acres of land in the forest farm. You also know that they are all here. Well, my third brother has also gone to the county, you have the final say on how to divide the remaining brothers at home!"

Ding Xian also knew that it was a pity, but he was really worried that no one would look at Ding Mao's things.

What Ding Mao said was not too clear, and he quickly added: "That's right, uncle, how do you divide the land this year, and how do you collect the money will be yours. After all, I also want my aunt to give me a pair of bottles. To put it bluntly, this year's harvest will be yours." My aunt exchanged the bottle for it, and it should belong to you, but starting from next year, it will be contracted at a price of 20 yuan per acre cheaper than the land contracted in our village!"

Seeing that Ding Xian and his son had made up their mind, Ding Sheng stopped trying to persuade him and said, "Okay, I'll discuss it with your second brother, fifth and sixth brother tomorrow!"

Then he shook his head and sighed: "You said you don't want money, you can just order food or something, but what's the use of a broken bottle!"

"Xiao Mao is collecting these things now. I have collected a bunch of them and I don't see him selling them. If he wants it, let him go!"

Ding Sheng's father-in-law became more energetic after hearing this: "Xiao Mao will accept this. How much does Yuan Da have now? Do you accept it?"

Ding Mao heard this and replied: "Grandpa, now Yuan Datou's normal receiving price is 50 yuan a piece..."

There was a pause. Before Ding Mao finished speaking, Ding Sheng's father-in-law interrupted impatiently: "This is expensive, will you just accept it? I have dozens of dollars!"

"Grandpa, I'll take it!"

"Then just wait, I'll get it for you!"

After saying that, the old man went to the ground, put on his shoes and went to look for them. The two brothers Ding Xian and Ding Sheng were chatting, and Ding Mao walked up to the pair of ground bottles and took a closer look.

In my previous life, because I was young and didn't understand it at the time, I didn't pay much attention to it. Only after taking a closer look did I realize that it was actually a blue and white landscape figure vase from Jingci.

The vessel is large in shape, about 80 centimeters high. It is painted with landscapes, pavilions, figures, and panoramic views. The painting is exquisite. It is relatively well-preserved from the front, but I don’t know if there are any flaws on the back.

Blue and white landscape painting attaches great importance to composition, chamfering techniques, artistic conception and hierarchical arrangement, and uses different chamfering techniques to express the texture of mountains and rocks.

For example, the lines that express lines such as pith and lotus leaves are mostly written with the center of the brush, and the brushwork is loose and dexterous, used to express the lush vegetation of the earthy mountains.

It shows large pieces of surface cracked by axes, scraped iron, etc. It is often drawn with broad strokes with side edges to show the steep and hard rocks.

Raindrops, rice crackles, etc. that express dots are suitable for expressing the shape of mountains.

Therefore, a blue and white landscape will reflect multiple different chaffing methods, such as using ax to chop to express cliffs, using hemp to represent hills, and using lotus leaf chapping to express the veins of mountains and rocks.

In addition, in terms of artistic conception, every mountain, every stone, every plant and every tree has to be emotional, with clear layers, and an ethereal feeling, which is a test of the artist's skills.

At this time, the old man had already entered the house carrying a half-sized jar, poured out the silver coins inside, and Ding Mao found out that there were 46 yuan.

"Grandpa, you have saved a lot!"

"Hi! Including the pair of big bottles, they are all left over from the old generation. I don't have a son, so I passed them on to your aunt!"

Then he asked impatiently: "Do you think we can get it at the price you said?"

"Yes, it's 46 yuan to 2300 yuan. If you want to sell it, I can give you some money now!"

Hearing this, the old man was so happy that he couldn't open his mouth from ear to ear, and then he took out an object wrapped in red cloth from his arms.

"You are looking at this. Can you give me 3000 yuan together?"

Ding Mao took it and opened it. It was a Jin Dynasty-style sunflower-shaped, round button, Pisces Pattern Mirror Bureau official style bronze mirror with an engraved edge, about 12 centimeters in diameter.

"Grandpa, do you still have this treasure? Are you sure you want to sell it to me for 3000?"

"I don't have it. I picked it up on the mountain a few years ago. If you can get it, I'll sell it to you!"

Ding Mao scratched his forehead, and when he was weighing whether he should take it or add more money, Ding Sheng spoke.

"Xiao Mao, if it makes money, you can take it. If it's expensive, give me less. Don't be embarrassed. After all, your family has lost a lot on those lands!"

Before Ding Mao could answer, the old man was unhappy and reprimanded Ding Sheng: "Just say those useless words, and Xiao Mao, the kid who will make a loss, can still weigh everything. Besides, these things and the land are not involved." Son!"

Ding Mao felt slightly unhappy when he heard this. He remembered that in his previous life, this old man had always looked down on his father, and he had made sarcastic remarks more than once or twice.

So he stopped being polite and said, "Sir, you are overthinking it, I can handle it!"

"Look, Xiaomao can collect it! You just worry about it! You can still count everything when you collect things and pay for them!"

The old man said something to Ding Sheng again, and then said to Ding Mao again: "As long as you want it, then grandpa will sell it to you!"

Ding Mao didn't waste any words and directly counted out 3000 yuan and gave it to the old man.

Because the pair of vases were too big and there was no suitable box to put them in, Ding Mao had to wrap them up in quilts.

When loading the car, Ding Mao looked carefully and found that one was complete, while the other had only a stripe of about fifteen centimeters, but fortunately it did not damage the picture and was not obvious.

In the afternoon, they packed up their belongings and the family of three rode their three-wheeled motorcycles back to the county town. However, Ding Xian was driving the car when they went back. Ding Mao was worried about the contents of the car and had to support it himself.

At this time, it became clear that this three-wheeled motorcycle was too small. It seemed that I still needed to buy a car. I had to help my father get a driver's license first before returning home.