Chapter 31 Chapter 031: Spiritual Training

I wandered around the forum randomly for a while, and then systematically sorted out the jadeite information, such as the origin of jadeite, old pits, new pits, or things that need to be noticed in the process of gambling stones, the appearance of jadeite wool. Jia Sidao carefully wrote down Songhua, Python and so on. An afternoon passed quietly. In order to ensure that his abilities would not be discovered by others, Jia Sidao used a band-aid to cover the cyan pattern on his left middle finger, and at the same time bought auxiliary tools such as a bright flashlight.In Jia Sidao's own words, now our identity is just a standard stone gambling enthusiast, how can we not wear some clothes?

It was night, Jia Sidao closed the door, took a few deep breaths, calmed down his mind, and began to sit cross-legged on his single bed, imitating the posture of the painting on the computer screen , began to meditate quietly. This is a trick that Jia Sidao thought about for a long time before he came up with it. Although Jia Sidao's education from childhood to adulthood made Jia Sidao feel a sense of repulsion towards this kind of qigong, but since the moment he possessed supernatural powers, Jia Sidao felt that all kinds of rumors in the world are true. There is a feeling of no wind, no waves.Maybe, in a certain corner of reality, there really are some people with supernatural abilities!

Isn't Jia Sidao one of them? Fortunately, for this kind of meditation, Jia Sidao didn't think about finding any specific Yintang points, Rendu Ermai, etc., but just focused on his own attention, all concentrated on his left hand, and kept trying and using it repeatedly. Abilities, until you get a little exhausted. After a few days, it finally achieved some results.Jia Sidao persisted in this way. After I was done, I just lay down and went to sleep, and slept until dawn, not to mention dreaming or not, anyway, I slept soundly.Fortunately, Jia Sidao knew that today was still Sunday, a rare time for the antique street market.If there is anything worth looking forward to in this simple life, wandering in front of the small stalls in the antique street is definitely the number one.

Especially young people like Jia Sidao, who don’t have much nightlife, work and commute all day, get some basic wages, and eat a lot, at most, in the middle of the month, there is a dinner with friends.At other times, Jia Sidao didn't even know what a meaningful life was.Kang Jian once suggested to Jia Sidao to hang out with him for a few days, but Jia Sidao knew his own business and didn't have the confidence. With only such a big social circle, Jia Sidao can get by. Because I got up really early today, when he came to the antique street, the sky was only slightly bright, and the stalls in the antique market hadn't been set up yet.Some are packing and paving, and some are whispering to each other.

It was early summer, and for a small city in the south of the Yangtze River like Linhai, it was indeed refreshing and pleasant. Jia Sidao looked down at things while walking.To be honest, it’s not much different from yesterday, it’s still the same people, the same things, nothing eye-catching.When he saw the cloisonné bronze statue, Jia Sidao stopped for a moment, but finally left. Although the antique market in Linhai is not big, Jia Sidao knows that there must be a lot of knowledgeable people among them.If it's a good item, if it's been on the stall all day and hasn't been sold, there must be more or less problems.Jia Sidao has just entered the industry, and he still doesn't understand much, but self-knowledge is important.

Ah San had warned him a long time ago that the most taboo thing about playing antiques is those who know little about them, and such people are very easy to catch eyes. Just pretend that you are not that lucky.Jia Sidao muttered to himself.After strolling for a while, I saw an old lady squatting in a corner.His face was wrinkled, and his black and white hair was coiled behind his head.Although I can't tell how old he is, he is definitely not young.The clothes and so on are also a little old, but they are better than clean. In front of her, there were several old newspapers.There are five small gadgets placed on it desertedly.

An incense burner, two candlesticks, and two flower goblets, at first glance, seem to be a whole set of objects for worship, which are gray and have fallen a lot of dust.Moreover, what made Jia Sidao even more amusing was that the incense burner had not been cleaned up before it was placed. This made Jia Sidao stop with some interest. Xu Shi noticed someone standing in front of the stall, the old lady looked up and said, "Young man, take a look, the things have just been put out." Listening to the accent, it seems to be a local.But Jia Sidao always felt that the voice was not so authentic, and it sounded a bit awkward.Suddenly, Jia Sidao became alert.Could it be that he encountered a legendary trick?

It's not that Jia Sidao doesn't know how deep the water in this industry is.From time to time, there are some people who take fakes and sell them as old things, and they even look for nurses like old ladies and old men.Make up a strange story, or tell something about the embarrassment of life, to win people's sympathy.The plot is also perfect, and people can't find any flaws. In normal times, Jia Sidao really had no curiosity to squat down and take a closer look.But today, firstly, being idle is also idle; secondly, Jia Sidao felt that this was the first time he encountered such a thing, and the other party looked so old, as long as he kept his pockets tightly, Nothing to worry about either.

Therefore, Jia Sidao didn't respond, but just reached out for the slightly larger incense burner. As soon as you touch it, you can feel that it is porcelain, with some blue and white patterns on it.Gently wiped some ash with his hands, revealing a clear glaze, with a restrained luster and a jade-like texture.Looking at the ornamentation again, Jia Sidao saw that it should be a tangle of branches, the painting is relatively fine, the shape is elegant, and there is no sense of stagnation. Initially, I feel that this incense burner is really good. Even if something is wrong, if the price is cheap, it is quite appropriate to buy it as a handicraft and put it at home.Jia Sidao remembered that there were similar incense burners and candlesticks on the stove in his hometown.It's just that the workmanship is incomparable with the one in front of me.

Looking at the bottom line, there were three words "Da Ya Zhai" written on it, Jia Sidao shook his head slightly, unable to understand. As far as porcelain is concerned, up to now, Jia Sidao is still at the most elementary stage. He just knows what is called blue and white porcelain and what is called enamel color, or the base payment is written such as "Qianlong Years of the Qing Dynasty" and so on. The characters are considered official kilns.Folk kilns generally have no inscriptions. Jia Sidao really didn't know about the "Dayazhai" in front of him. On the contrary, the old lady looked at Jia Sidao and said nothing, just shook her head, and said, "Young man, you should take a good look, these are all old things, left by your ancestors."

"It was left by the ancestors?" Jia Sidao whispered softly, which he heard a lot.Don't listen to stories in the antique market. There are too many stories. When you listen to stories and buy things, there is only one word: die.The more you listen, the faster you die.