Rebirth 93: Break off the engagement at the beginning and marry Bai Fumei

The slag bucket is traditionally known as a spit bowl, and its main function is to hold spit. In 2009, more than ten slag buckets were unearthed from the Lu family cemetery of the Northern Song Dynasty in Lantian County, Xi'an, along with a large amount of Fujian white tea. Therefore, researchers believe that the slag buckets can also be used as tea utensils, but they cannot be used for drinking tea. It was most likely used to hold tea residue.

Old people in antique shops generally think that a slag bucket is a spittoon, but it is not the case. During the Song Dynasty in China, there was a utensil for eating leftover meat bones or fish bones on the banquet table, called a slag bucket.

The mouth of the slag bucket is large and the rim is wide, which is convenient for putting bone spurs. The shape is slightly different from the spittoon. It is recorded in the Yuan Ren Note that "when large families hold banquets in the Song Dynasty, rib bottles and slag buckets must be used between several tables", which refers to this thing.

This product has an open mouth, tied neck, folded shoulders, and straight abdomen. White glaze is applied on both the inside and outside of the vessel. The glaze is thick and shiny. The glaze is applied evenly and the glaze color is white and clear. Judging from the shape, the opening is much larger than the belly, and it is round and full, which is typical of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. It is likely to be from the Tang Dynasty. If so, then you have to find a way to buy it.

But the old man in front of me is obviously an expert. Although he talks about the price with the stall owner, he won't put down the items in his hands. What should I do?

"Uncle, just one sentence, I want you to pay five hundred yuan; if you can't afford it, just put it down for me!" The young man said impatiently from the side.

"Young man, how can you do this kind of business? Look at who has the fixed price in this market!" The uncle held the slag bucket in his hand and continued to talk to the young man.

At this time, Song Qingyun and others also came over. Seeing Chen Yang staring at the slag bucket in the old man's hand, Boss Jia frowned and asked Chen Yang in a low voice, "Is this a spittoon?"

"Zha Dou," Song Qingyun whispered from the side, "In ancient times, the bone dishes used to hold leftover bones or fish bones are the current bone dishes."

"That's also for stuff that others vomited out. What's so good about it?" Zhu Yuyan glanced at the side and expressed no interest, then turned to look at the other items on the stall.

Chen Yang lay down and whispered a few words in Song Qingyun's ear, and Song Qingyun looked at Zha Dou carefully. I can’t see the object accurately now, but I still know the value of Xing Kiln.

The porcelain industry in the Tang Dynasty showed great development with the prosperity of social economy, and a large number of porcelain kilns sprung up like mushrooms after a rain. Among all kiln mouths, Xing kiln and Yue kiln are the most highly regarded.

The Xing kiln white porcelain and the Yue kiln celadon in the south faced each other in the north and south, and together represented the highest level of porcelain products at that time. Pi Rixiu's "Tea Ou Poetry" said: Xing people and Yue people can both make porcelain. Round like the moon, the soul falls, and light as the cloud rises. Li Zhao's "National History Supplement" records: "Neiqiu White Porcelain Ou, Duanxi Purple Stone Inkstone, both high and low in the world use them." This also shows the large scale of Xing Kiln white porcelain production , the influence is far-reaching.

He couldn't see the object accurately, but Song Qingyun believed in Chen Yang, but judging from the old man's posture, he couldn't put it down for a moment. If he didn't put it down, Chen Yang couldn't pick it up, so how could he let him go?

After much deliberation, Song Qingyun walked up to Chen Yang's ear, whispered a few words in a low voice, then explained a few words to Boss Jia, then turned and left.

Chen Yang looked at Song Qingyun's leaving figure and smiled secretly in his heart. He always said that he was losing money, but he was losing more money than he was. The business of a whole street was ruined by you just like this!

Less than ten minutes after Song Qingyun left, the stall owners at the bridgehead packed up their stalls and started running in the direction of Chen Yang and others, shouting as they ran, "JC is here, get out!"

After hearing the shouts, all the stall owners began to quickly pack up the items on the stalls. The young man snatched the slag bucket from the old man's hand, then picked up a blanket and covered the stall, and then gathered the furoshiki from all sides to the middle. , with a strong pull on the elastic band, the entire furoshiki was tied instantly, he picked it up and turned around to leave, not even leaving the small bench on the ground.

"Oh, my scumbag!" The young man was very skilled in this move. In the blink of an eye, he packed up his belongings and ran out with the furoshiki in his arms.

Song Qingyun told Chen Yang just now that Houhai is an interesting place with a small slope. There is only one passage in this place. As the number of antique dealers increases, it gradually forms an entrance. Everyone enters and exits from this side and exits from that side. Come on, just these two people.

If someone comes to copy it, it will be blocked at both ends and no one will be able to escape.

Chen Yang saw the young man running away, and then patted Boss Jia and Zhu Yuyan. At this time, Zhu Yuyan was still holding a tourmaline bracelet she had just taken from the stall and looking at it. Before she could finish looking at it, the person disappeared.

"Follow me!" Chen Yang waved his hands to the two of them, signaling to follow him, and he chased the young man.

"What's going on?" Before Boss Jia understood, Zhu Yuyan also ran down with Chen Yang. Boss Jia shook his head, "I'm so old, I didn't expect to have to run with you!"

Just as Song Qingyun said, there was indeed someone waiting there at the other entrance. The young man ran to the exit and saw someone running out in front of him. He was directly held down and became anxious.

I just collected the items two days ago, but I haven't sold many of them yet. If they were copied, I would suffer a big loss!

Just when the young man was sweating and didn't know what to do, someone behind him patted him and said, "Follow me!"

The young man looked at Chen Yang, stunned for a moment, and couldn't help but hug the furoshiki in his arms tightly, "Who are you?"

"If you don't want to be copied, come with me quickly," Chen Yang whispered to him, "Otherwise, you'll be waiting here to be copied. See for yourself!"

As he spoke, Chen Yang pointed forward, and many people were being held down. The young man looked at Chen Yang. Anyway, it was better for him to follow him than to be kidnapped!

Several people ran into a teahouse. At this time, Song Qingyun was waiting at the door. When he saw Chen Yang and others running in, he grinned and motioned for the others to follow him in.

"Boss Xue, business has been good recently!" Song Qingyun came in and greeted the boss with a smile.

The man called Boss Xue looked up with a slight surprise on his face, "Boss Song? I haven't seen you for many years. I heard that you went to Jiangcheng. When did you come back?"

Song Qingyun smiled and nodded for a few words, then looked outside. There were already many people being held down, including people and goods.

"Boss Xue, let's talk in a private room."

Boss Xue looked at Song Qingyun and nodded, indicating that he understood. Then he led a few people to the back of the teahouse, turned a corner, went up the stairs to the second floor, opened a door, "Boss Song, please!"

"You can rest assured to leave the following matters to me."

Song Qingyun nodded, "Old rules, a pot of good tea and four plates of snacks."

The boss said that it would be delivered immediately, turned around, closed the door and went out. The young man looked at the people sitting in front of him. He had been setting up a stall in Houhai for almost a year and had never known there was such a place.

"You...who are you?" The young man hugged the furoshiki tightly, his eyes constantly wandering around the group of people.

"Help you!" Song Qingyun looked at the young man and smiled, then pointed at the furoshiki, "Let's make a deal!"