Chapter 48 Junk Alley Story II: Yixing Zisha Old Teapot with Missing Spout, Broken Handle and No Bottom

The second-hand goods are all sold in the second-hand goods alley.Second-hand goods are somewhat incomplete, so there is nothing special about a Yixing purple sand teapot with a missing spout and broken handle at a certain stall. However, although the teapot lacked a spout and a broken handle, the flat body revealed a strange purple color. Those who know the goods can see that this teapot is not only a very good teapot, but also Only after long-term caressing and caressing of the pot by experts can there be such a color. After all, there are not a few people who know the goods, so this Yixing teapot with a broken mouth and broken handle is not lonely in the second-hand goods stalls. It is picked up at least once a day to see if there is any inscription on the bottom. If it is made, there is naturally a deposit, so even if it is incomplete, as long as the price is reasonable, it can be sold.

It's a pity that this teapot has no base price, so it can only be regarded as an ordinary broken teapot, and some people who look at it don't even bother to ask the price. The reason why all stories in the world can become stories lies in one clever word.That day, a middle-aged man picked up the teapot in front of the stall and looked at it carefully.The stall owner didn't even raise his eyebrows, because he knew that the possibility of a transaction was too small. At that moment, four people came over laughing and joking, two men and two women were very young, and one could tell that they were the top fashion figures just by their appearance and behavior.This kind of characters are rare in the thrift alley, so their appearance attracted the attention of some people, and they pushed and hugged each other unscrupulously, talking and laughing loudly, pointing east and west, looking at their expressions, like It is the junk alley where they explore and hunt for novelties. In their eyes, everything in the junk alley is extremely backward, and they even have the kind of pretentious look that they have entered the caveman's zone.

A boy walking in the front waved his hands vigorously and shouted loudly: God!I can't believe there is such a corner in our city! Facing his three companions, he walked back, unable to see that the middle-aged man behind him was holding up the teapot and inspecting it.When he spoke a word, he waved his hand and hit the teapot just right. With a slap, the teapot fell from the middle-aged man's hand and fell to the ground.He was stunned for a moment, then turned around, and saw the teapot fell to the ground, broken into two halves, exactly two halves, and there were no other pieces at all.

The stall owner raised his head and stared at him.The middle-aged man turned his head and stared at him, and there were a few irrelevant people beside him, whose eyes also fell on him.He was stunned for a while, but then he laughed, screamed exaggeratedly, and spread his hands, as if performing a drama on stage: Ah!I got into trouble and broke a priceless treasure! His companion laughed loudly, and the owner of the stall still stared at him with a gloomy expression.He smiled happily, bent down, pointed at the broken teapot, and looked at the stall owner: Excuse me, what did I break? The stall owner's cold voice: an old Yixing purple sand teapot with a missing mouth and broken handle.

He still smiled: I will pay, you don't have to change your face, how much should I pay? The stall owner slowly took a breath: That is a priceless treasure, and your life is not enough to pay for it! He was startled for a moment, but then he and his companion laughed together. One of his companions, a young man similar to him, smiled and pointed at the stall owner: You want to use this to blackmail, that's a big mistake. Yes, he is a lawyer who just came back from studying in the UK. The stall owner has been sitting on a small wooden box, and his voice has been cold: You don't have to pay, as long as you can restore it to its original appearance!

The expression of the stall owner was a bit surprising, and the people who surrounded them were obviously not friendly to the four of them. The two girls were surprised, and one said: "Just pay him some money!"Another timidly said: Do you want to call the police? He also felt that it was not a good taste, and swallowed a mouthful of saliva: Okay, I am unlucky, how much do you want? The owner of the stall rolled his eyes. His eyes were more or less white than black. In broad daylight, it also made people feel a chill: I have already said that it is a priceless treasure! He raised his voice: Could it be that I bought it from you and you said the same?

The stall owner snorted: That's different, now you're not buying, you're paying! He was very angry: I will buy it from you, how much is this broken teapot? The onlookers became more and more interested, and everyone could see that the dispute would not be settled so easily.His companion stood on tiptoe and looked around to see if any police officers passed by and could call for help. However, to everyone's surprise, the stall owner replied: Oh, three yuan Among the onlookers, there was even a burst of cheers, which were disappointment due to immaturity.He laughed again: How humorous!

He took out three yuan, put it on the stall, and picked up the teapot that was split in two: I bought it! The stall owner didn't say anything, just picked up the three coins on the stall one by one, and threw them into a bamboo tube beside him. He laughed, raised his hands, and continued to move forward. As I said, a story is always just a clever word. He turned around and took a step. He didn't know what he stepped on, and he fell straight forward, and fell to the ground with his face straight. He might have tried to support himself with his hands, but failed. The broken teapot in his hand , but almost completely inserted into his throat.

At this moment, the stall owner murmured something, but amidst the exclamation, no one could clearly hear what he said.