Kiln is one of the five famous kilns in the Song Dynasty, also known as Jun Kiln or Junzhou Kiln. The kiln site is located in Yuzhou City, southern province. It was named Jun Kiln because Yuzhou was under the jurisdiction of Junzhou in ancient times. Jun Kiln was founded in the Tang Dynasty and flourished in the Northern Song Dynasty. After that, the official kilns in the Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties were imitated, but the best quality Jun porcelain was still Song Jun, which is

Jun porcelain was burned in the Song, Yuan, Ming and Qing dynasties, and each generation has its own tricks. Song Jun's womb is the best, Yuan's womb is clear and fine, and Yuan's womb is thick and sandy, while Qing Jun's womb is fine and rough.

There are not many fine porcelains in Jun kilns, and they have been extremely precious collections throughout the ages. The ancients once wrote poems to praise Jun porcelain. Green as the first day of spring water, red as the morning glow when it was about to rise; the smoke lights are everywhere in the sky, and the purple green suddenly turns into mist. Folk proverbs also include "Even if there is a wealth of ten thousand yuan, it is worse than a piece of Jun porcelain" and "gold is priceless". At the Hong Kong Sotheby's Spring Auction in May 2002, the transaction price of a Yuan Jun kiln sky blue sunflower flower pot and pot holder was RMB 10,000.

The color of this slag bucket in Tang Feng's hand is delicate and moist, dense and soft, thick and transparent, full without losing its elegance, which is the characteristic of the Jun kiln of the Song Dynasty. According to the market trend, the value of the Jun kiln of the Song Dynasty is much higher than that of the Jun kiln of the Yuan Dynasty. If nothing unexpected happens, the value of this two-color slag bucket of the Song Dynasty will be more than tens of millions. This is still a conservative estimate that the overall market of the Five Kilns of the Song Dynasty is in a downturn.

The reason why Jun porcelain is of high value is related to its characteristics. The fire of Jun porcelain is extremely difficult, and there is a saying that "nine out of ten kilns will not be completed". After firing, Jun porcelain is naturally colored and changes endlessly. As the saying goes, "the color of entering the kiln is one color, and the color of the kilns will be produced." Therefore, there are absolutely no two identical Jun porcelains in the world. This is the "Jun Wushuang" circulated among the people. Because Jun Wushuang implies the meaning of "Jun Wushuang", the official kilns and Jun porcelains fired are listed as imperial treasures, exclusive to the palace and strictly prohibited from the people.

Most ancient porcelains have no age-old styles, and their identification is a complex and tedious process. In contrast, Tang Feng's speed is already very fast. If it is Song Jun, then we should judge whether it is Guan Jun or Min Jun. The appearance of this thin middle-aged man Guiguile made Tang Feng very worried about the origin of this thing. He asked him: "Where did you get this thing?"

The thin middle-aged man said seriously: "This is from our family's ancestors." As soon as he said this, Tang Feng's question mark turned into an exclamation mark. How could it be? How could this guy not look like a person from a family of officials? He is no longer a farmer. It is simply a genetic mutation. If it is a family heirloom, he would never have taken it here to attack. Tang Feng asked him again: "There must be time for the ancestors, right?"

"That's a long way to say it. This is the treasure my old grandfather got during the Republic of China period.

"The middle-aged man told the story of his grandfather. The middle-aged man's surname is Xue, and his grandfather is Lao Xue. In the 30th year of the Republic of China, Lao Xue was already in his thirties. On the Qingming Festival that year, Lao Xue went to the ancestral grave to pay homage to his grandfather. He kowtowed his head and drank wine. Lao Xue took out paper money to burn it for his ancestors. When he was touching the match, the filial son and grandson were shaken by the light on a grave not far away.

Otherwise, the cemetery was so strange that Lao Xue was distracted. So he looked at it with his eyes and didn't know which ancestral tomb it was. There were tributes in front of the grave. This family was stingy enough and couldn't bear to spend money on his ancestors. The tribute was two shriveled steamed buns and thin middle-aged men and women continued, "Hey, these are not the key. Although our Lao Xue family was a little shabby, they wouldn't be able to grab a bun with people to eat. But these stuffed buns are famous. Isn't that right in front of you."

Tang Feng glanced at the Jun kiln slag in his hand. He didn't feel uncomfortable all over. After all, he was born in a tomb robber family. If you want to change someone else, you have to curse that old Xue. Is this a human resource for him? Tang Feng continued to ask, "What about it later?"

The thin middle-aged man must clean up his grandfather Lao Xue for some crimes. He continued to tell the story. Lao Xue's heartbeat at that time. He looked up at the grave before the sky. Finally, he looked at the grave. He looked at the grave. Okay, I don't know which family has a prodigal family. He has no idea about gold and jade. He threw good things in front of the grave. If Lao Xue doesn't pick up it, it's stupid. Isn't this a waste of resources? Since God arranged this way, it means that he has greed for him. Any reason can be found. Lao Xue takes the grave and leaves without looking back. He just walked through the grave and walked into a small forest. Suddenly, a gust of cold wind passed by. The leaves were rustling. A few paper money was fooling around in the wind. It just didn't leave Lao Xue's side. Lao Xue fought a cold war for no reason. No, it's going to start haunting?

At this time, a piece of paper money hit the wind. Old Xue trembled all over. This time, he was shocked by the ancestors from the ground. He took away other people's treasures. He didn't come to greet him every night? Although man is a decisive person, he can't be unable to get along with ghosts. Don't make trouble for him. Go back to him. Old Xue rushed back with guilty thief. He was so guilty that he rushed him.

The grave was put back and said a few words to disturb you. After that, he turned around and walked away with peace of mind. But after only a few steps, Lao Xue felt a little unable to walk. Can he be willing? If he missed this treasure like this, he would have no other place in his life. He would regret it all. At this moment, his mind suddenly appeared. He thought of a way. He couldn't hold it. Could it be that he could buy it? Money can make the devil push the mill.

"Stop!" Tang Feng immediately interrupted the middle-aged man's speech. He said, "So, your grandfather burned the paper money to the grave on the grave. He didn't forget to kowtow a few times. Finally, he had to explain a few words. Senior, I have offended him a lot. You can take this money first. I will burn paper money for you every year in the future."

"Uh. How do you know?" The thin middle-aged man opened his mouth wide and said something in his heart when he was not careful.

Tang Feng said angrily: "Uncle, you're OUT. What's the old calendar of the years and the old dog bloody plot? You've found it. If that's the case, everyone wouldn't have to sharpen their heads and run to the cemetery. Nowadays, scammers don't need such a confusion." Song Wuyao is not a thing. Yesterday, Tang Feng met a scammer who had dug out a big hole from his own house.

In these days, scammers in the antiques business have already used everything. Some say they used other people's underworld tools, some say they were unearthed, and some say they were robbed tombs. In a few years, they should be said to have been brought back by time travel.

There are roughly two types of scammers in antique industry today. One is the romance-like school. This kind of story needs to be composed of sad and touching, and it can move China until it moves. The other is the fantasy-like school. This kind of story needs to be composed of bizarre and mysterious, and it can only catch up with the fantasy novels.

"Hi!" The thin middle-aged man slapped his head and said, "This is all taught by people. I can believe this story. I never thought it would be the first time I played it. Let me tell you the truth. I bought this thing from a foreign vendor in the Beijing Antique City a few days ago. It was called Song Jun Min Kiln. Later, I don't know why, but that guy got into the bureau. I thought about it. This thing was tricky, so I should hurry up and take it off for seconds."

Tang Feng would not believe this guy's treacherous tale. These people's ability to make stories is comparable to that of any online writer. The reason why he spent so long with this guy was simply that he saw this thing good. Since he said it was Song Jun Min Kiln, let's follow him. Tang Feng said: "This thing is a bit wrong. The things in the folk kiln must be circulated among the people, and the appearance should not be so good." Everything has two sides, it depends on what you say. Too good things are also the reason for bargaining.

"See what you said, if this wasn't the finest products of the folk kilns, I wouldn't have sold them here, right?" said the thin middle-aged man: "You get what you pay for, and I won't charge you thousands of dollars."

There are so many things to do in the antique shop, but digging and picking up bargains are twin brothers. There are digging up bargains, which complement each other. Tang Feng asked: "What is this thing price?"

When he heard that Tang Feng was interested in buying, the thin middle-aged man finally breathed a sigh of relief. The boy in front of him was too smart and cunning. If he continued to say this, he would not be able to get back. He said: "One-price, 00,000!"

"Don't be vain, the Songjun Minjian is not at all priced.

"Tang Feng scoffed at the other party's offer, and he said, "You might as well just sell it."

"This is already real price, and there are not many, otherwise," said the thin middle-aged man, asking Tang Feng: "Do you give me a price?"

"1!" Tang Feng's bargaining is really bad, and it shrank by a thousand times at once. There is no way. This is the lesson learned by countless buyers. If you directly bargain 90,000, people will agree immediately. You have to say less.

"You didn't intend to buy it at all." The thin middle-aged man suddenly became angry. He took the scrap bucket from Tang Feng's hand and prepared to put it in his bag.

Is it okay?" Tang Feng looked like a small book dealer, and he said, "No matter how much I can't afford it, my family's salary is only so much if they don't eat or drink in a month!"

The thin middle-aged man wrapped the dumpling bucket layer by layer in newspaper. While wrapping it, he said to Tang Feng: "I said, "Young man, this is not a joke. Let's do this. If you buy it intentionally, I will say the real price, 50,000 yuan! If you don't have it, I will lose money."

He made a fuss and finally took out the real price of this guy. Tang Feng said, "You are really, and I am really, the last price, the price is $."

The thin middle-aged man shook his head and said, "Then we won't have a chance, next time!"
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