Rebirth: I am a first-line antique dealer

In the evening, Ding Mao and his father also rushed to the town. Because there was a room on the first floor of the guest house and the car could be seen directly, Ding Mao did not spend the night in the car this time.

Ding Xian's performance today made Ding Mao very surprised and delighted. The things he collected were no less than those collected by Ding Mao, and some of the prices were even lower than those collected by Ding Mao. The most important thing was that his communication skills were obviously much stronger!

In the room, Ding Mao told his father how to identify silver coins.

"Dad, there are many ways to identify silver coins. First of all, you have to look at the silver patina and listen to the sound. Real silver coins have different patina in different environments, but generally the parts are relatively uniform and hard. Fake ones are all made manually. Yes, there is even chemical rust, most of which float on the surface and are relatively soft. Look like this one, the rust color is natural!"

As he spoke, Ding Mao handed a rusty silver dollar to his father so that he could observe it carefully with a magnifying glass!

After his father had a rough impression, he took out a piece of hand-me-down and continued to explain.

"The silver color of real silver coins has a soft and restrained luster, and the color is relatively warm, while some fake silver coins are made of electroplated silver. The silver is pale and weak, and the luster is dazzling. If you compare it with the fake ones, you can see it!"

After saying this, he handed this piece of handed down treasure to his father and asked him to study and digest it.

"Listen to the sound, just like I did, if I hit two pieces against each other, the real silver dollar will sound very clear and sweet, with some echo, while the fake silver dollar will either have a dull sound or be extremely sharp!"

While talking, Ding Mao also tapped it in demonstration, put it to his ear and listened carefully, and Ding Xian also followed suit.

"If it is difficult to distinguish the silver color, explosive pulp, and sound, and there are no big flaws, then look at the edge teeth and pressure. Because silver dollars are machine-made coins and are stamped by hundreds of tons of machines, so the edge teeth are tight and excessive. Naturally, there are subtle traces of drawing on the grooves, and whether it is portraits, text, Jiahe, etc., they are full of pressure, and no matter how the fake silver coins are made, they are still worse!"

Ding Xian nodded thoughtfully.

Ding Mao continued: "You have been carrying two genuine silver coins in your pocket for a long time. When you have nothing to do, read and study more, and you will gradually understand. When you see the fake silver coins, you will naturally compare them!"

The father and son chatted, and when the night was dark, they both fell asleep.

In the early morning of the next day, the two bought breakfast, some bread, ham, water and other food, and set off again.

From the first village, we collected some large amounts of money, silver coins, porcelain and folk items. However, since the population of the village was not large, it was estimated that it would be difficult to receive anything else, so we drove to the next village.

We visited two more villages in a row, and although the harvest was more impressive than it would have been many years later, the best things were just a few pieces of porcelain and some silver coins. There was nothing special about the big money except spending it.

The father and son also had lunch in the car at noon, and they prepared enough food when they went out.

After just taking a short break, they went to the next village without stopping!

The first order that came to this village was a bust of a great man from Tangshan No. [-] Factory.

Ding Mao has not received a statue of a great man since his rebirth. Today, when the store opened, there was a bust made in a factory, which made him look forward to it.

There were many porcelain factories casting statues of great men at that time, but the ones produced by Tangshan No. [-] Factory were undoubtedly of great collection value.

As before, advertising posters are still placed in places where people gather. If it is inconvenient, you can still watch them alone.

Ding Mao was at a house looking at a pair of blue and white mahogany bottles. As soon as he paid the money and was about to put it into a cigarette box and take it away, the hostess of the house asked tentatively: "Do you accept the banknotes from the previous boss? "

Ding Mao replied affirmatively: "Of course I have to accept it. If eldest sister wants to sell it, you can take it out and have a look!"

When the woman heard this, she winked at the man at home, and the man went directly to find her.

After a while, the man came into the house again with a lot of banknotes. Ding Mao quickly took them, put them on the kang, and passed every one except a full five yuan!

"How much can you give for one of these?"

These are all three editions of coins, including 54 ten-yuan coins, 33 five-yuan steelmaking knives, 71 two-yuan lathe coins, and [-] one-yuan tractor coins. Few, but the quality is too bad!

"Sister, I'll give you ten yuan for the two-yuan and five-yuan ones, twelve yuan for the ten-yuan ones, and two yuan for the one-yuan ones. I can't take the rest, they're in too bad condition!"

The woman thought for a while and asked: "Why do you only give so much extra to the ten yuan one? Two yuan and five yuan are both more than the extra!"

Ding Mao couldn't say much, so he simply explained: "The ones with ten yuan were issued more at that time, and the ones with two yuan and five yuan were a little less, so the added prices were different!"

"Oh! Did you accept these together?"

The woman said, pointing to the pennies and dimes.

Ding Mao said with some embarrassment: "Sister, it's useless for me to take those back. The quality is too bad, so I can only keep them in hand!"

"I don't care. If you want to collect them, just collect them all together. We can sell the rest to whomever you want. Even if you don't want the ones you don't want, you don't have to pay any more!"

Ding Mao deliberately looked at the ones picked out here, and then looked at the ones he said he didn't want over there. After pretending to think about it for a moment, he said, "Okay, then take them all!"

After paying the money, Ding Mao carried his things back to the car.

"Can you take a look at these?"

As soon as Ding Mao loaded his things into the car, his father took out a bag of things and handed it to him.

When I opened it, I found that there were medals and commemorative medals inside, and most of them were medals for resistance.

Ding Mao asked curiously: "How much did you charge?"

His father just smiled faintly and raised a finger. Ding Mao immediately understood, nodded and said, "Okay!"

It was already approaching evening. When they saw that the time was almost up, the father and son were ready to pack their things and head to the next town.

And just when they were about to leave, a drunkard kicked a man in dirty clothes towards them, and the dirty man seemed to have some intellectual disabilities.

"If I tell you to pee in front of my house, I'll kick you to death!"

The mentally retarded man Ding Mao met in the afternoon. He was young, about [-] years old. People in the village said that he was burned out by a high fever and had intellectual problems.

The school didn't accept him, the factory didn't want him, and he couldn't do any work. He just wandered around the village on weekdays and relied on his honest and responsible parents to support him. Over time, some people in the village directly called him a fool behind his back.

At this time, the fool was very aggrieved, rubbing his butt and dodging awkwardly.

"I'm fastening my pants, no, no pee!"

But the drunkard refused to give up: "You still dare to hide, you fool, try hiding again!"

Ding Mao looked a little unhappy, not because he had a strong sense of justice, but because he really couldn't bear to bully the weak and fear the strong, and go crazy under the influence of alcohol!

Ding Xian was about to ask Ding Mao to get in the car, but after seeing his expression, he was afraid of his impulsiveness and quickly stopped him, meaning not to meddle in his own business.

It was just such a delay that drunkards and mentally retarded men had already arrived at their side!

"Hey, are you the ones collecting things?"

Ding Xian came to Ding Mao and hurriedly spoke to him: "He's a collector. Do you have any old things you want to sell?"

"Yes, that's fine, then come and see with me!"

The man burped as he spoke. He was so drunk that he looked like a drunkard!

Ding Mao seems to be stopping his father from leaving. It is best not to talk about business with such people. It is too easy to have quarrels and cause trouble!

But Ding Xian gave him a reassuring look, smiled and said to the drunkard: "I think I'll take a trip with my brother."

After Ding Xian left, Ding Mao was still a little uneasy, but the car was still here, and the man with some mental problems didn't leave either. He really couldn't leave.

At this time, Ding Mao was already a little hungry, so he took out a piece of bread in the carriage, opened it and ate it.

But when I turned around and saw the man who was still rubbing his butt, I couldn't bear it, so I took out another piece of bread, walked to him and handed it over.

"It hurts from being kicked! Stay away from drunkards like this in the future. Here you go, take it and eat it."

The man was already greedy. He smiled innocently, took the bread, opened the bag, and started gobbling it up.

Ding Mao shook his head helplessly, fearing that he would choke, and took out a bottle of mineral water for him.

After three strokes, five divided by two, the man finished the bread. After taking a swig of water, the man fumbled in his trouser pocket, then took out two things and stuffed them into Ding Mao's hand.

When I opened my hand, I saw that there were actually two jade "Galaha", which are talus bones. Judging by experience, they should be a product of the Liao Dynasty.

Ding Mao asked with some confusion: "Are you going to sell it to me?"

The man shook his head and said unclearly: "Here, here you go!"

Although he had received items without paying for them, he still couldn't bear it when he looked at the man's appearance. He must have felt guilty for asking for other people's things in vain.

But after all, he didn't know the market price of this thing in this era. After thinking about it, he took out a wad of money that he had folded in advance for easy counting in his pocket and stuffed it into the man's trouser pocket.

Then he took out dozens of dollars in change and handed it into his hand!

He said: "Go back and put the money in your pocket, or give it to your family. Don't lose it. You can keep it for yourself and buy something delicious!"

The man smiled naively and didn't know how to refuse. He scratched his head, as if he thought of something, and dragged Ding Mao forward.

Ding Mao looked back at the car and didn't want to follow, but he couldn't bear to refuse.

"Wait until I lock the car door!"

As he spoke, Ding Mao broke away from his hand, locked the car door neatly, and then followed him.

When he reached the foot of a big tree at the end of the village, the man stopped, hunched over, and touched the soft soil with his hands at the base of the tree.

After a while, he took a Buddha statue about 10 centimeters and handed it to Ding Mao!

"Here, give you!"

Ding Mao took it in surprise, feeling a little funny in his heart. People in the village called him a fool, but why were they so stupid? He didn't know he was hiding something!

Although it is difficult to distinguish between the old and the new, the material and the texture are almost indistinguishable. It doesn’t matter if you don’t see it, you will be shocked when you see it!

The tiny statue in my hand is actually made of pure gold!In shock, Ding Mao looked up at the man!

"Here, give you!"

The man still said these two words incoherently!

Ding Mao thought for a moment, opened his pocket, took out all the remaining 4000 yuan and stuffed it into the man!

"Come with me to the car, and I'll get you some more money!"

But what he didn't expect was that the man took the money and ran away. As he ran, he murmured: "Mao, Master Mao, Master..."

After a while, he disappeared at the entrance of the village. Ding Mao smiled bitterly and shook his head.