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It was already eight forty when I arrived home in the evening.

Before returning to the house, I secretly took some 84 disinfectant from the plastic bottle in the corner of the south house, diluted it with water, soaked the Yuan blue and white fragments for a while, took it out, wiped it carefully, held it in my hand to look at it, and saw that the yellow dirt on the glaze surface was well cleaned up. I nodded with satisfaction, and transferred several English-Chinese dictionaries and information books in the drawer in the lower right corner of the small house to other places, hid the Yuan blue and white fragments inside, covered the newspaper, and covered the cabinet door.

The harvest today was pretty good, but Uncle Wu’s place...

After thinking about it for a long time, I took out my cell phone, and dialed the phone number of my dormitory roommate's waist.

"Hey?" My waist seemed to be sleeping, and my voice was filled with sleepiness: "Who?"

"I'm in the mirror, I have something to ask you, well, you... weren't right last year... Didn't you tell me a few months ago that I know where our head teacher lives?"

"Teacher Xi's family? I don't know, when did I say it?"

"Hey, I remember really, what you told you in the school cafeteria that day." My memory is much better than my waist, "Forget it? That day we were the two of you, the cold skin you ate and the Dandan noodles I ate."

The other end of the phone paused for a while, and my waist suddenly said: "I remembered it, but I didn't say where Teacher Xi lives? It seems that in the second half of the semester, when I bought the XBOX360 plate in Silutong, I saw Teacher Xi waiting for the bus there. Well, I heard from the two people in the next dormitory that I also saw our class teacher at Silutong Station."

"Okay, thank you, you can go to bed."

Early Sunday morning.

I woke up half an hour earlier than my parents, leaving a note saying "I went to play with my classmates" in the crack of the north room door, so I took No. 66 to No. 4. Today is a holiday day. The morning rush hour is not as obvious as Monday to Friday. After crossing the road, I stood by the bus license plate in front of the aesthetic barber shop, looked left and right.

Half an hour has passed.

An hour has passed.

At eight o'clock, even Daoxiang Village was opened, but Xi Mansha was still not seen.

I scratched my scalp, turned to Daoxiangcun and bought a snack filled with three liang of date paste. I left the store and delivered it to my mouth.

Eh?

What stunned me was that as I bought snacks, Teacher Xi was already standing there on the platform sheltering from the rain.

I rushed over and shouted from afar: "Teacher Xi."

Xi Mansha, who was owing to the toes, seemed to have no car coming, was stunned and looked at me in surprise: "Why are you here?"

"I want to go to Uncle Wu's house with you." I smiled embarrassedly and pushed the date paste forward: "Do you have something?"

"Don't do this." Teacher Xi glared at me angrily and helplessly: "Everyone said don't buy it randomly, why don't you listen? The teacher is for your own good, you..."

After she finished talking to me, I didn't take my heart, and pointed to the bus that was driving from the traffic lights in the south: "Is this one?"

Teacher Xi rolled his eyes up and pouted, "...If you want to follow, just follow."

The reason why I was anxious to collect Yuan blue and white fragments was that I had to start with a TV program a year later.

That was a program made by Beijing TV, called "Looking for Yuan Blue and White". The night before my rebirth, I sat in front of the TV and watched the penultimate episode of the program, so I remembered it deeply. From the scene analysis of the film, the shooting time should be one to two months later, and it would take only a few days to calculate the day.

The story takes place in an ordinary small courtyard in Chaoyang District. An old man named Bai spent a very low price in the countryside in his early years to exchange for a cracked porcelain. The so-called "you get what you pay for". Uncle Bai, who was not aware of the art, did not take the porcelain seriously for the sake of good looks, and thought it was fake. Days passed day by day, and because he did not take it seriously, the cracks of the porcelain became deeper and deeper after a year, and it was unable to maintain its original state and broke into pieces. Originally, Uncle Bai wanted to throw away the fragments, but one day when he was shopping, he saw someone selling porcelain fragments on the street stall, dozens of them, and hundreds of them. Uncle Bai did not expect that the broken fragments could be valuable, and it was useless to keep them himself, so he took out two pieces and gave them to two friends who were better than him, one was Mr. Zhou and the other was Uncle Wu, and the other pieces were sold separately within a year.

Because the selling price was very high, Mr. Bai realized that his porcelain might be a real thing.

Soon, Uncle Bai was diagnosed with advanced gastric cancer and died. A few years later, his son who went abroad returned to Beijing and accidentally learned from Aunt Bai that the fragments that were either given or sold were actually picked from a complete Yuan blue and white pot, and shouted that he was wasting his natural resources. He had been in the UK for many years, and his knowledge was naturally much higher than Uncle Bai. So he found a TV station, hoping to cooperate with them, helping himself find the Yuan blue and white fragments and repair them intact.

This is basically the case.

Now it's less than August, Mr. Bai's son probably doesn't know about Yuan Qinghua, so I'll do it first. I have to find the lost fragments before he contacted the TV station. Fortunately, the program a year later has helped me find the whereabouts of the fragments. It doesn't take me any effort, just spend money to buy them back.

What is Yuan blue and white?

More than one billion Chinese people know that it is almost household name, and it can be called the most expensive porcelain in the world. At least the records at the auction have always been maintained by it. A complete product is worth more than tens of millions of famous coins, some large Yuan blue and white coins with stories and characters, and hundreds of millions of famous coins can be auctioned, which shows its charm.

But what about the residual tools? Are the repaired porcelain valuable?

Originally, the unwritten rule in the Chinese antique industry, "Antiques are furrowed and not worth a penny" has been ongoing for hundreds of years, but this rule is not very applicable to foreign players. They believe that defects do not affect the fundamental value of cultural relics. On the contrary, some special cultural relics have a kind of beauty, such as Venus with broken arms. Looking at the Chinese porcelains that appeared in foreign auction houses in recent years, a considerable number of repaired ones have been restored. For example, at the China Porcelain Auction in Sotheby's, London, England, in November 2001, a Ming Dynasty Chenghua Doucai Tianzi Can with an estimated price of 100,000 to 200,000 pounds was sold at a high price of 751,500 pounds. This Tianzi Can is a residual tool, which is an incomplete restoration, with the neck of the instrument flattened and the cover was missing. This directly changed the understanding of domestic collectors about residual porcelain.

It is true that the Yuan blue and white porcelain I am looking for is very damaged, and it is not a character story ornament, and it may even be missing. However, Yuan blue and white porcelain is Yuan blue and white porcelain after all, even if it does not reach tens of millions of famous coins, it will not be bought with just a dozen or two hundred thousand yuan.

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