Save the Bachelor of Heaven

Chapter 3867 3869 [Northern Song Dynasty Longquan Kiln]

 Chen Jintu nodded when he saw it.

 It is not bad to exchange a piece of sugar for a bowl of sorghum. After all, sorghum can also fill the stomach.

"Grandma, I don't want any more sorghum. Your family still has to eat." Xiang Nan waved his hand and said, "I think the bowl in your hand is quite good. If you are willing, you can trade it with me."

 “You want this bowl?” the old lady said in surprise.

 "No, no..." Chen Jintu waved his hands quickly.

 What’s so good about a bowl? Sorghum rice is the most economical.

"Yes, grandma, I want this bowl." Xiang Nan said, "I don't want the sorghum rice. Your family still has to eat."

 “What a good man.” The old woman was moved to tears. She hurriedly picked up her clothes, poured out the sorghum rice, and handed the bowl to Xiang Nan.

 To her, a broken bowl is worthless. But the sorghum in this bowl is the family's ration. Therefore, this bowl is of no importance to her, but this bowl of sorghum rice may be related to human life.

"Son, you are stupid. What's the use of this celadon bowl? It's a heavy burden to carry around. I think it's better to throw it away." After the old lady left, Chen Jintu looked at the celadon bowl with disgust.

“Dad, don’t throw it away,” Xiang Nan hurriedly hid it and said, “This is a treasure.”

“Brother Zhuzi is still good, but I can’t. The villages I went to were all poor, so I just exchanged three kilograms of sorghum rice.”

After staying in Xiantao Village for an hour, they saw that no customers came to the door, so the father and son took up the burden and headed to the next village.

 What a good guy, I want to throw away something that costs hundreds of dollars. What a waste of money. He just gave away a piece of candy, but he was going to lose an apartment.

　　Although the cargo pallet of the Knocking Tang Gang contained general merchandise, there was no ceramics. Because ceramics are heavy and not worth much. Therefore, they mostly carry needles, threads, hairpins, buttons, matches, candles, socks, hats and other products that are lightweight, small and of high value.

“Okay, then you can keep it as a lesson to yourself, and you won’t be kind again in the future.” Chen Jintu said.

“Nonsense, a broken porcelain bowl is found in every household, what kind of treasure is it?” Chen Jintu curled his lips and said.

“Although I don’t know what kind of treasure it is, I like it as soon as I see it.” Xiang Nan explained, “Anyway, this is my first business, so just let me keep it.”

If it were sold on the black market of cultural relics, it would not be a problem to sell it for a few thousand yuan.

Xiang Nan nodded.

 …

 After Xiang Nan took it, he looked through it again and found that it was true. This bowl is a celadon bowl from the Longquan kiln of the Northern Song Dynasty, a national first-class cultural relic.

 “My business is okay today, I’ve sold almost half of the sugar.”

"I'm okay with it. I collected twenty kilograms of scrap metal, and I can make a profit of thirty cents."

 It is easy to bring down future generations and sell millions. Even if the cultural relics market is sluggish now, if you sell this bowl to a cultural relics store, you can still get a few hundred yuan.

 In the evening, the father and son returned to Qianhuzhuang and gathered with everyone. While eating and drinking, they shared what they had learned and gained today.

 Hence, Chen Jintu really didn't like this celadon bowl.

“Da Guang, today I and Uncle Jin Shui helped an old woman catch a pig, and she exchanged five eggs for us.” Chen Jianghe asked Xiang Nan, “What did you gain today?”

"I exchanged a piece of sugar for a celadon bowl." Xiang Nan took out the celadon bowl from his arms and said.

"Why are you exchanging this bowl? This bowl isn't worth much, is it?" Chen Jianghe looked at the bowl and said, it's just a bowl. If you exchange it for a piece of candy, you'll lose money. "This child is so kind-hearted. When he saw a child crying, he gave him a piece of candy." Chen Jintushi also said, "The family was very loyal and gave him a bowl of sorghum rice. But this child didn't want sorghum rice. He insisted on it. This broken bowl, you say...oh!"

"Daguang, don't be so stupid in the future. There are many poor people in the world. Can you help them?"

“Yes, you won’t be poor until you have enough to eat and drink, and you can’t be too kind if you don’t think you will be poor forever.”

　　　"Great light, kindness does not lead the army, justice does not manage finances. When we run a small business, we cannot be so open-handed."

"Daguang, you should want sorghum rice, not this broken porcelain bowl. This broken porcelain bowl is not suitable for eating or drinking. It is not valuable and weighs too much. How can it be better than sorghum rice."

 Everyone talked at once.

 …

At this time, Grandpa Wang, the manager of the Qianhuzhuang workshop, took the local "old land" to collect the goods exchanged for the sugar gang.

As soon as Lao Tudi entered the house, he saw the bowl in Xiang Nan's hand, and his eyes immediately straightened.

However, people are always cunning, so he quickly calmed down, kept his composure, and began to collect everyone's goods.

Members of the Bangtang Gang also successively sold the goods they exchanged to Lao Tu Tu, such as chicken feathers, duck feathers, scrap iron, scrap copper, rags, waste paper, broken glass, etc., and paid them in turn.

And they only earn a few cents of profit from a day's hard work, and very few can earn even one yuan.

 After collecting these common goods, what is left are some uncommon goods.

For example, Uncle Jinshui exchanged for a pair of old rubber shoes, Uncle Zhuzhu exchanged for an old cotton-padded jacket, and the full store exchanged for a small mirror... These goods do not rely on weighing, but are priced separately.

 This will test the old man’s vision, calculation ability and determination. The price I paid was too high, but I didn’t make any profit. If the price is low, no one will sell it, so those who can claim it as "old land" are capable people.

He bought old rubber shoes, old cotton-padded jackets, small mirrors and other miscellaneous items one by one. Then he pointed at the bowl in Xiang Nan's hand pretending to be careless and said, "Give me two cents for this bowl. I'll take it."

"Two cents?" When Chen Jintu heard this, he was immediately happy and was about to nod in agreement.

 In the 1970s, the purchasing power of two cents was still very strong, and it could buy two candies. And this porcelain bowl was obtained by Xiang Nan in exchange for a piece of sugar, so it was double the profit.

"No, I won't sell this porcelain bowl." Xiang Nan shook his head.

“You brat, if you don’t sell it, why are you keeping it?” Chen Jintu couldn’t help but cursed after hearing this.

This brat is really stupid. It's such a broken bowl. It's easy for someone to buy it, but it's not easy to sell it. Why keep it?

"Dad, this is a treasure. I won't sell it for twenty yuan or two hundred yuan, let alone two cents." Xiang Nan hugged the bowl tightly and said.

 “You’re such a poor kid, you want two hundred for a broken bowl?” said Man Tun, rolling on the ground with laughter.

 Everyone looked at Xiang Nan with expressions of disbelief.

This kid usually looks quite smart, why is he so stupid now? Treating a broken porcelain bowl as a treasure is crazy.

"What nonsense are you kidding? Seriously, you're going to make me mad!" Chen Jintu also felt embarrassed and couldn't help but slap him.

"I'm not talking nonsense. I just saw it. As soon as Lao Tutu entered the house and saw my bowl, his eyes straightened out." Xiang Nan explained, "Although he later pretended that it didn't happen and started to accept you goods, but in fact his eyes never left my bowl.

 So I knew at that time that this bowl must be a treasure. Maybe it was left by the ancients. Should this be called an antique? I heard that there used to be a Longquan kiln in Jiangsu and Zhejiang..."