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Chapter 282: Rejuvenating the Nine Valleys


Like this kind of porcelain that shows red and green, black and white, or colorful colors on the same piece of porcelain, except for this porcelain, Yang Jing really can't think of any other country's porcelain with such obvious characteristics.

Although there are also colored porcelains such as Tang Sancai and underglaze colored porcelain, the colors in Huaxia porcelain will definitely not be as colorful as this porcelain.

The most important thing is the type of ware, although the porcelain is inherited from China, but a small place is a small place, and the porcelain made also lacks a kind of atmosphere.

Like the more than ten kinds of porcelain in front of him, in the eyes of Yang Jing, who is accustomed to seeing those fine porcelains fired by his ancestors in China, no matter how he looks at it, he reveals a small family spirit.

However, it is still relatively rare to see this porcelain in this era.

This is 1982, and it is far from being like the 21st century in the original time and space, and you can see this porcelain from time to time.

In this era, although the relationship between the Chinese porcelain and the Chinese has been reconciled, the porcelain of the Chinese porcelain still rarely appears in the territory of China.

So what's going on with the more than ten kinds of porcelain in front of you?

Yang Jing asked the stall owner in Jinling dialect: "Boss, can you get started?"

” Yang Jing studied in Jinling for four years, and the Jinling dialect is still relatively fluent, at least if you don't listen carefully, you can't tell that he is a foreigner.

The boss didn't speak, and only nodded slightly at this time.

Seeing this, Yang Jing reached out and picked up a plate with a diameter of about twenty-seven or eight centimeters and looked at it.

The plate is dark blue throughout, but there are some yellow, cyan, green, purple and other colors on it, and at first glance, it looks like some naughty child has knocked over the palette.

Of course,Although these colors are a little messy,But the drawn graphics are quite regular,Like petals,It's a bit like a splashing pattern,Although Yang Jing didn't see what the graphics on this plate were for a long time,But this graphic feels quite comfortable.。。

Almost subconsciously, Yang Jing launched the "identification" skill, but the answer given by the Holy Ring made Yang Jing stunned.

"Re-Xing Kutani, 1880, Abe Bihai."

According to the reading of porcelain, "burning" means porcelain.

Among the most famous porcelain, there is none other than Kutani ware.

Although Kutani ware is not the earliest porcelain fired in the country, it is the most famous and artistic porcelain in the country.

The earliest ancient Kutani ware was influenced by the dyeing and painting of Arita ware in Kyushu, and at the same time interacted with the porcelain style of the Kaga region in the north.

It is said that the first lord of Kaga Daishoji Temple, Maeda Toshiji, ordered his retainer Goto Saijiro to open a kiln in the remote village of Kutani deep in the mountains along the Daishoji River during the Ming Dynasty, and it lasted until the early years of Genroku.

In order to distinguish it from the "re-emerging Kutani" that began at the end of the Edo period, it is commonly referred to as "Kokutani ware".

In other words, Kutani ware is actually divided into two stages.

The first stage is from the appearance of Kutani ware to the cessation of kilns in 1730, and the Kutani ware of this period is the "ancient Kutani ware", which is the earliest Kutani ware.

Beginning in 1810, Kasugayama kilns were born in Kanazawa, and in this way an era of revival of Kutani porcelain began.

The spring mountain kiln is popular and not woody; Yoshidaya kiln advocates the restoration of the ancient Kutani porcelain style; The official kiln is known for its fine red color depictions; Yongle kiln created genres such as gold and hand porcelain.

Kutani ware at this stage is called "Zaisei Kutani".

And the plate in my hand turned out to be from 1880, and it was obviously a Zaixing Kutani yaki.

Although Yang Jing was a little unclear about who this "Abe Bihai" was, his intuition told Yang Jing that this plate should be a very good old object.

In fact, no matter who fired it, whether it was called this porcelain or not, the porcelain of 1880 has been more than 100 years ago, and it is an old object with a wide door to say. 1880 happened to be the sixth year of Guangxu, and the porcelain fired in this era, even if it was from a private kiln, was worth it.

Yang Jing quietly put down the plate in his hand and picked up another teacup, which was about the same color as the plate just now, and it was very likely that it was written by the same person.

After identification, sure enough, this teacup is also from "Abe Bihai", but the time is three years earlier.

And this teacup is still a set, four teacups and a teapot together happen to be a set, and it is well preserved.

In tea culture, a teapot with four teacups means east, west, north and south, or spring, summer, autumn and winter, so most tea sets are one teapot with four teacups.

Putting down the teacup, Yang Jing looked at the remaining porcelain, and found that there were three bowls of different sizes, a bottle that seemed to be an open bottle, and a jar that was not much larger than a garlic mortar and had a lid.

These porcelains together are eleven, and Yang Jing got started one by one, and appraised them, and found that these porcelains were all from the same person's hand.

Yang Jing put down the porcelain in his hand, pointed to it and asked the boss: "Boss, how do you sell these porcelain?"

” The boss looked at Yang Jing and stretched out two fingers and shook at Yang Jing.

This gesture made Yang Jing very puzzled, so he asked carefully, "Twenty?"

” The boss's eyes widened suddenly, and a look of annoyance appeared on his face, and he continued to shake vigorously.

Yang Jingleng paused, obviously, Twenty guessed wrong, so he whispered, "Is it two?"

” The boss simply put down his hand and ignored Yang Jing anymore.

Yang Jing also felt a little annoyed, you said that you are a stall, and a customer asks the price, so it doesn't matter if you don't speak, and you still play this kind of guessing game!

Who the is willing to play this kind of guessing game with you when she gets up in the morning!

Yang Jing's heart was slightly on fire, so he stood up, intending to ignore the boss who didn't speak.

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When the stall owner saw that Yang Jing wanted to leave, he shouted twice, "Ahhhhh It's okay that this boss doesn't "ahhhh This terrifying appearance made Yang Jing shudder, he really didn't expect that the stall owner in front of him who didn't speak was really dumb.

Seeing the boss's eager eyes, Yang Jing's heart couldn't help but soften, squatted down again, and asked in a low voice, "You mean to say that these eleven pieces of porcelain are a total of one hundred and nine?"

” This time Yang Jing guessed correctly, and the boss smiled on his face and nodded at the same time.

No wonder people were unhappy just now, they asked for 200 things and gave them 20, and 20 was not good, and they even told people one or two pieces, and it was strange that people could be happy.

Yang Jing said: "I'm sorry, I didn't expect you to ask for two hundred yuan just now." ” The boss's tongue didn't know how to get it, it was missing a lot, although he couldn't speak, he could hear it, and he was not deaf and dumb in the ordinary sense.

He waved his hand, pointed to his mouth, and waved his hand again, and the meaning was clear—it didn't matter, I couldn't speak, and it didn't matter if you guessed wrong.

If these eleven pieces of porcelain were sold for two hundred, it would not be too expensive.

Although it is called this porcelain, even if it is a folk kiln porcelain in the Guangxu period, in this era, eleven pieces is almost this price.

Yang Jing thought about it, so he pretended to take out money from his bag, secretly opened the storage space, and took out twenty pieces of ten yuan from the third set of national coins.

"Oh, don't be one hundred and nineteen, as an apology, I'll still give you two hundred yuan, you count it."

The boss clasped his fists with both hands and made a gesture at Yang Jing, and then took the money with a smile and clicked it.

After counting the money, the boss took out some old newspapers and a cardboard box, began to wrap the eleven pieces of porcelain, wrapped them, and put them into the cardboard box one by one, and then handed them to Yang Jing.

The cardboard box looked quite large, but it wasn't very heavy, after all, there were only eleven pieces of porcelain and some scrap newspapers inside.

But it's not a trivial matter to go to a ghost market with a big cardboard box like this, so Yang Jing took advantage of the fact that it was still dark, found a place where no one was, and directly threw the cardboard box into the storage space.

Clapping his hands, Yang Jing returned to the street and continued to shop.

However, in the following time, Yang Jing did not find anything good that could attract him.

Except for the mute stall owner I just met, most of the stalls here are selling old books.

However, even if it is an old book, there are no good ancient books and rare books in it, but more books from the Republic of China or even just after liberation, of course, there are some fakes.

Compared with the ghost market that time I went to Panjiayuan, the ghost market of Chaotian Palace really disappointed Yang Jing.

In fact, it is no wonder that this is the case here.

It's like Panjiayuan in Yanjing, where there were all kinds of things in the early ghost market, so Panjiayuan could later develop into the largest thrift market in the country.

In the late 80s, a nationally famous second-hand book market was formed around Chaotian Palace.

Although it is only the early 80s, the prototype of the second-hand book market is already in place, so it is not surprising that the ghost market is dominated by second-hand books.

Along the West Street of Chaotian Palace from the south to the north, the sky was faintly bright, some stalls were going to be cleaned up and left, Yang Jing did not find any good objects, he was worried about the porcelain he had just received, and he didn't have the heart to go any further, so he was ready to find a place where no one was, and returned directly to the original time and space.

As a result, when he was looking around for a no-man's land, his eyes were drawn to a stall owner who was cleaning up his stall.

To be precise, it was not the stall owner who attracted Yang Jing's attention, but a painting scroll that the stall owner was rolling up