Chapter 323 Hey, Just for Fun

After seeing off the old man holding the memorial tablet, Zhang Yang prayed in his heart for some treasure from the underworld.

The next collector did not disappoint him and respectfully handed over a mahogany box.

According to Zhang Yang’s superficial experience, the box should be newly made, and it’s not cheap based on its size.

If you think about something that can be put into a box that costs thousands of dollars, it should be very valuable.

When he opened it, he saw a golden waistband.

Zhang Yang was a little disappointed, because the waistband was a practical item and was usually worn on the body. Although it looked golden, it was most likely made of gilt copper.

Looking at the decoration on the waist badge, there are only a few floral patterns, which is barely considered full work.

Finally read the text: [Inner Treasury Patrol].

"Brother, this shouldn't be passed down from your ancestors, right?" Zhang Yang asked.

"No, no." The elder brother waved his hands repeatedly and took the initiative to explain, "This is the brand of the inner treasury. In ancient times, the people who looked at the inner treasury of the emperor were all eunuchs. How could it be passed down from ancestors?"

"I bought this at the antique market. At that time, there were also waist brands such as Jinyiwei, Dongchang, and Xichang."

"The inner treasury patrol stands out among the bunch of Internet celebrity waistbands."

"At that time, I just happened to watch the TV series Qing Yu Nian. It was about fighting for the ownership of the internal treasury. It seemed quite important. So I bought this brand."

The eldest brother even explained his mental activities clearly when buying things, as if he were recording a confession.

Zhang Yang nodded, took the badge out of the box, held it in his hand and looked at it repeatedly.

The gold has peeled off in some places on the sign, exposing the copper inside.

"Baoyou." Zhang Yang put the sign back into the box, pointed at the lid and said, "How much did you spend on this mahogany box?"

"Three thousand and five."

"Then this set, complete with box, I can give you an estimate of six thousand."

Zhang Yang made a six sign.

The waistband is worth two thousand five thousand.

"Ah? Is there something wrong with this brand?"

"No problem." Zhang Yang explained, "This is the sign used by the emperor in the late Qing Dynasty to inspect the inner treasury."

"Isn't the inner treasury very important?" Baoyou asked.

"It's really not important. It's just a private warehouse, and the person who uses your brand has a low status. Eunuch, it's not as good as ordinary people."

"When you buy this kind of thing in the future, put aside the authenticity and remember one point - when the craftsmanship and material are not superior, the value of the treasure depends on its owner."

Zhang Yang is passing on experience to Baoyou.

This is his experience after valuing so many treasures.

"But generally the more precious the identity of the owner, the better the materials and craftsmanship of the things will be."

"Your piece is from the right dynasty and the right material, but the owner of the thing is wrong."

"Okay." Baoyou closed the box with some reluctance.

Before leaving, he suddenly came back, took out his cell phone and showed it to Zhang Yang:

"Teacher, I took pictures at the street stall. Can you tell whether these Jinyiwei brands are real?"

Zhang Yang was about to take a look, but he didn't expect that the aunt at the back stretched out her hand and blocked his view.

"Teacher, don't show it to him." The aunt said angrily, "His things have been appraised, so running back directly like this is cutting the queue."

"you……"

"How am I doing?" The noodle-headed aunt pointed her nostrils directly at her boyfriend.

"You're awesome." The eldest brother said timidly, took the phone back, and ran away in despair.

"Tch, coward."

The aunt looked at the other party's embarrassed back and mocked, then turned her head and moved the baby to the appraisal table.

The reason why it was moved was because what the aunt picked up was a cardboard box the size of a suitcase.

A treasure that can be packed in such a big box must be too small.

But looking at the way the aunt moved it effortlessly, it seemed that the thing was not heavy.

What it is?

Zhang Yang opened the carton with doubts, and after peeling off the foam covering the surface, a Buddha head with a solemn expression appeared in front of him.

"Hiss~"

This thing... Auntie is really brave.

Zhang Yang turned back and glanced in the direction of the patrolling police, maybe calling someone later.

Perhaps because Zhang Yang opened the box but made no move, the aunt took the initiative to ask:

"Teacher, take out the Buddha's head!"

"Me?" Zhang Yang thought, are you kidding me?

This gray Buddha head is obviously carved from limestone. It is half a meter tall. Can one person move it?

No, the aunt seemed to have moved it up easily just now.

Is there another mystery?

Zhang Yang stretched out his hand to move it doubtfully, and discovered something was wrong as soon as he touched it.

There is no cold feeling of stone at all.

With a little force, he took the entire Buddha head out of the box. The weight of the entire Buddha head was estimated to be only one or two kilograms.

"Ouch!"

The treasure friends who were watching all exclaimed in surprise when they saw such a big guy.

However, the fierce performance of the aunt just now was still vivid in my mind, but no one dared to come up and complain.

After Zhang Yang took out the Buddha's head, he subconsciously looked at the stubble on his neck.

Sure enough, the inside of the Buddha's head is hollow.

The material is both wood and linen, and the black surface is painted with black paint.

The name of an ancient craft appeared in Zhang Yang's mind:

"Dry paint mixed with ramie".

In this technique, you first make a Buddha statue made of clay, and then stick linen cloth on the outside of the clay with paint. After the paint dries, you repeat it several times. Finally, you knock off the clay to get a hollow Buddha statue.

The Buddha statues made with dry lacquer and ramie are very light, so they are called "walking statues", which means they can be carried around.

The strict definition of this thing should be lacquerware, so the aunt asked the experts responsible for miscellaneous appraisals to look at it. It was obviously knowledgeable and very correct.

"Auntie, this Buddha statue made of dry lacquer and ramie is not cheap, is it?"

"No, this is a Buddha head from the Tang Dynasty. I spent hundreds of thousands on it."

"How much?" Zhang Yang was afraid that he heard wrongly, so he asked again.

"One hundred and thirty thousand." The aunt gave a more precise number.

"Auntie, although this type of Buddha statue with dry lacquer and ramie is not very common, you can find it online in auction records."

"A half-meter-tall Buddha head like yours has never been sold for less than 10 million."

"You mean..." Auntie counted on her fingers, "I earned 9.87 million?"

Zhang Yang: "..."

He was just about to complain, "Auntie, you are so good at math," but he didn't expect that the uncle watching the show behind him couldn't help it.

"The teacher means that this thing of yours is fake. Why can't you understand what people are saying?"

"Yes, yes, you are the only one who has ears." The aunt replied angrily.

But she was obviously not in the mood to argue with the uncle, and her main attention was still on Zhang Yang.

"Then please help me find out what dynasty this thing is from. The craftsmanship of this Buddha statue is very rare. I found out after checking a lot of information."

"This is a modern handicraft." Zhang Yang explained very patiently, "Dry lacquer with ramie is one of the first batch of crafts included in our national intangible cultural heritage list, and now there are a considerable number of practitioners."

"But you must have been tricked, because the handicrafts are usually complete Buddha statues. This one is obviously a Buddha head deliberately made to deceive people."

"Are you sure it's fake?" Aunt asked Zhang Yang again.

"It's a modern craft."

"Then it's fake." The aunt began to put the Buddha head into the box, "If there is a teacher, you can just say this. If the monk can escape, he can't escape the temple. I will find them."

"You dare to deceive my mother's money, and you will make them crooked."

Seeing the aunt's fierce look, Zhang Yang sweated for the person selling fake goods.

Before leaving, the aunt did not forget to take revenge. She pointed at the uncle who just interrupted and said:

"Everyone looks at this talkative old guy. If his stuff is fake, they will laugh at him and blame me."

"Hahaha..." The onlookers burst into laughter.

The uncle wanted to reply, but the aunt didn't give him a chance and ran away quickly.

Maybe it was because it was still early, or maybe everyone wanted to watch the show. Anyway, in the end, the people in front of the old man were humble all the way and sent the old man to Zhang Yang.

Everyone wants to see how good this uncle’s collection is.

Zhang Yang has been appraising treasures on-site in various places for so long. It is rare that when the atmosphere is so good, he also takes the initiative to get up and help the uncle put the collection on the table.

The thing is relatively easy to identify, it is a large square seal.

The material should feel like ceramic, and the pattern on the back is the blue-green seawater pattern that is more common on porcelain bowls.

The button behind the seal is engraved with a green-backed lion with a red ball under its feet.

It's very strange at first glance because the lion's face behind it is very abstract.

It's almost enough to say it's a seal, but the seal doesn't have the theme of a seal.

Fortunately, I have seen many cultural relics that show off their weirdness, and I know that it makes little sense to use modern people's aesthetics to evaluate the ancients' aesthetics.

There are perverts among our ancestors too.

He turned the seal over and read the words underneath.

It can only be seen that there are six characters, but which characters... Zhang Yang can't understand, so he can only confirm that it is nine-fold seal script, a mysterious writing used to record secretaries before the Tang and Song Dynasties.

Things that use this kind of writing are generally closely related to religion.

This seal is no exception:

"Name: Ksitigarbha's Treasure Seal"

"Material: Ceramic"

"Production time: 1420 (the 18th year of Yongle in the Ming Dynasty)"

"Detailed information: The Jiuhua Mountain Ksitigarbha's Treasure Seal was given by the emperor of the Ming Dynasty. The seal's nine-fold seal character "Ksitigarbha's Treasure Seal" is stamped on the talisman. It is said to have the magical effect of suppressing ghosts and exorcising demons."

Jiuhua Mountain is the dojo of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva, so it makes sense to write the six words "Ksitigarbha's Precious Seal of Benefiting Life" at the bottom.

If it is a seal given by the emperor, although the image of the lion still cannot be explained, at least the complicated decoration can be explained.

No one who is not an official craftsman would be bored enough to make such a flashy porcelain seal, because the failure rate is too high, and the practicality will not be better than that of copper or jade.

"Uncle, where did you get this thing?"

"My dad bought this from a local monk when he was traveling in Jiuhua Mountain."

"Ah?" Zhang Yang never expected that the story would unfold like this.

Doesn't that mean that the monks in the temple stole the seals and sold them?

"How much did your father spend?"

"It was around the 1950s, and my dad said his salary was only seven yuan. I bought this seal for two yuan."

"How many years? This thing has been in your house for seventy years!" Zhang Yang exclaimed.

According to the cases he has seen in various groups during this period, even if an old thing accidentally lost like this is proven to be a treasure of Jiuhua Mountain, it has been in other people's hands for so long. The cultural relics department wants to take it back for five hundred yuan. Definitely not going away.

The price must be based on the standards for repurchase of lost cultural relics.

If it's less than 200,000, then the person who buys the stuff gets a kickback.

But Zhang Yang is doing a show after all, so he shouldn't say random things, otherwise he will easily be called to drink tea.

He could only tell Baoyou:

"Uncle, this thing of yours is from the Ming Dynasty and is now worth at least a Mercedes-Benz."

"Do you recognize the next six words?"

"I don't know him." The uncle shook his head, "I asked many people, but they didn't know him."

"Then you came to the right place today. What is written below is the Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva's seal. This should have a certain connection with the ancient temple on Jiuhua Mountain. Legend has it that it is the seal used by Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva."

"Is it really from Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva?" the uncle asked.

"This...of course not." Zhang Yang said, holding his forehead, "It's just an explanation."

"Okay, I understand." The uncle nodded and repeated Zhang Yang's meaning with his own understanding, "This thing can be exchanged for a Mercedes-Benz."

"It's okay if you understand it that way." Zhang Yang smiled and nodded. If the uncle really trades in a second-hand Mercedes-Benz, he will be better than him.

When the uncle put away his things and was about to leave the scene, the crowd lining up suddenly burst into warm applause.

People in other groups queuing up next to them were all confused. They thought they had discovered some national treasure, and they all cast curious glances at Zhang Yang and the uncle.

"What's going on?" Teacher Bai from the jade group asked Zhang Yang from afar.

"The uncle bought a Mercedes-Benz with two yuan." Zhang Yang described it this way.

As for the two dollars from which era, it doesn’t matter, they were all picked up anyway.

…

The treasure friend who will appraise the treasure next may be a "stubborn master".

Because the things he took out were completely illegal.

The first thing that comes up is the tiger tooth pendant inlaid with silver.

I’ve seen wolf fangs spread out a lot, but this is the first time I’ve seen tiger teeth.

The length is about nine centimeters, and when placed in the palm of your hand, it is about the same width as an adult's hand.

Baoyou said that this was given to him by a friend more than ten years ago, and he applied oil on it basically every day, so he could keep it shiny when playing with it.

Have you been playing around for more than ten years? Zhang Yang felt that he was bragging.

But it should be taken care of regularly, otherwise this tiger tooth from the late Qing Dynasty would have been damaged long ago.

The tiger tooth pendant was just an appetizer. What really impressed Zhang Yang was when Baoyou took out two bone-white beads with many black spots on them.

Each one is about four centimeters in diameter and fits comfortably in the same hand.

"Is this handball?" Zhang Yang asked, holding it in his hand.

The handball he asked about is the kind of thing in literature that is held in the hand and rubbed back and forth. It is often made of walnut or wooden. In some places, it is called "rubbing hand".

The effect is similar to that of cross-hand skewers, and it is said to be able to prevent Alzheimer's disease.

But this is the first time I’ve seen Zhang Yang’s handball made of bone.

But it is still the big tiger bone of the Siberian tiger. The nourishing holes in the bone itself, which are used for blood vessels, are all blackened.

Baoyou smiled and waved his hand, and said lightly:

"Hey, I just rub my hands with tiger bones. It's not expensive. I'm just having fun!"