Chapter VII
In the end, after Mo Zihan's mother confirmed that she was fine, she agreed to let her go to school the next day.
It was now mid-September, less than two weeks before Mo Zihan's second year of middle school started.
School? After Wang Fengying left, Mo Zihan's lips subconsciously curled into a playful smile. It seemed to be a place that she was looking forward to.
After breakfast, Wang Fengying went out to work. Before he left, he instructed Mo Zihan to sell all the junk on the balcony if a junk collector came in.
Mo Zihan asked, but Wang Fengying only replied," They're all bottles and jars. Since I got married, they've been piled up there and no one cared about them. They haven't been able to get rid of them."”
Mo Zihan casually agreed.
Then, Mo Junbao was called out by his good friend, leaving Mo Zihan alone at home.
After sleeping for a while, Mo Zihan got up and walked out of the room.
The house was very small, not as spacious as a bungalow. There were only two rooms on both sides of the wall. In the middle was a long and thin corridor. At one end of the corridor were potted plants and vases, and at the end was the kitchen and small balcony. The washroom was in the courtyard.
Mo Zihan came to the end of the corridor, pushed open a gauze door in the kitchen, and walked into the balcony.
There was no drying on the balcony. The clothes were all hanging in the courtyard. There were only some junk piled up here. There were broken tables and chairs, and a few old vases covered in dust.
However, when he saw the green vases piled up in the corner, Mo Zihan's eyes narrowed.
At first glance, the vase looked very open.
Thinking of this, Mo Zihan frowned. He didn't know what the word 'open the door' meant, but he seemed to have thought of it subconsciously.
The glaze color was very positive. This phrase suddenly appeared in his heart.
She walked forward and gently picked up the dusty vase. She examined it and subconsciously touched the base of the vase.
The base was matte and not glazed, giving off a furry feeling. He lifted the vase to check the base. The tire was correct.
Then, Mo Zihan raised his eyebrows slightly, and a trace of doubt appeared in his eyes.
All her actions seemed to be controlled by her subconscious mind. Then, she decided in her heart that this was an antique.
It seemed that his parents didn't know the value of this bottle and still wanted to sell it to a junk collector?
Thinking of this, Mo Zihan picked up the bottle and walked out of the balcony.
Mo Zihan didn't wipe the dust off the bottle after leaving the balcony. Instead, he took the bottle into his room. Then, he walked to the courtyard and locked the door. He walked into a simple shed to take a shower and change his clothes. Actually, she didn't have any clothes to return. Other than the two sets of sportswear, she only had one set of school uniform, which was also a sportswear.
Seeing that the sun had risen high in the sky, Mo Zihan took the bottle and went out.
After asking around, Mo Zihan finally found the antique market in Lan City. The antique industry in Lan City was not developed, and there were only a few people on the antique street.
She carried the bottle and walked into an antique shop with a picture of 'Zheng De' on it. There was only a large countertop in the shop, and an old man was sitting behind the countertop with a cattail leaf fan.
Seeing Mo Zihan enter, the old man sized up the school uniform she was wearing and continued to enjoy the shade with his eyelids drooping. On the shelf behind him, there were some porcelain toys. On the big table in front of him, there were some small prices with clear prices.
"Boss." Mo Zihan's voice was a little hoarse and low, but it carried a hint of gentleness.
The old man looked up and saw Mo Zihan placing a green vase on the table. The old man's eyes lit up.
The old man didn't seem to care about the dust on the thing. He took out a small magnifying glass from his front pocket and looked at it." Yo! The feet were glazed, and it was a complete object. Little girl, do you want to appraise this thing or sell it? You have to pay for the identification."
"I'm selling." Mo Zihan seemed to feel that it would be a waste to say another word, so he answered briefly.
The old man wasn't happy. Instead, he looked at the bottle with a stern expression." It's an object, but it hasn't been for long. I'll give you 500 yuan at most. How about it?"”
The old man probed and added," 500 yuan is not a small amount. If you take it to someone else, they can only give you 300 yuan at most.”
Mo Zihan's lips curled up as if he was amused. The old man frowned.
"The glaze color of this bottle is very good. There is no inscription. It is a folk kiln from the late Qing Dynasty. Although it wasn't worth much, it wasn't just three to five hundred yuan.”Her voice was very calm, and the corners of her lips seemed to curl up into a playful smile.
The old man widened his eyes. This little girl looked like she was only 14 or 15 years old, or maybe even younger. How could she have such ability?
As the saying goes, once an expert speaks, one will know if there is one. The old man swallowed his saliva and did not dare to make wild guesses anymore. He looked up and said," Little girl, give me a price."”
Mo Zihan actually didn't know how much the bottle was worth, but she unexpectedly knew this knowledge. She also knew that the old man must have lied about the price at the beginning.
Mo Zihan's expression was calm and composed. There was a playful smile on her lips, making people feel that she had everything under control. Even the old man subconsciously felt that he couldn't fool her.
"Boss, I believe you. Give me another price.”Mo Zihan spoke in a hoarse voice.
The old man grinned and carefully examined the bottle, especially the bottom of the bottle. After a while, he said," Three thousand yuan. I really can't go any higher. Girl, you're either an expert or someone in the industry asked you to sell it for them, right?”
After saying that, the old man seemed to have seen through Mo Zihan. He held the cattail leaf fan and laughed.
Mo Zihan did not object. With just one glance, she felt that the old man was not lying.
Three thousand seemed to be a lot.
Mo Zihan nodded. The old man didn't hesitate. He paid the money and settled the bill immediately.
Before Mo Zihan left, the old man greeted her," Little girl, if you have any items in the future, send them to me." I won't let you down!"
Mo Zihan smiled and nodded in agreement before striding away. The old man kept looking at the bottle and was very satisfied.
Holding the three thousand yuan in his pocket, Mo Zihan smiled comfortably in his heart.
When he returned home, he saw a figure pacing back and forth in front of his house.
When the figure turned around and saw Mo Zihan, he immediately ran forward." Zihan! Where did you go! Wasn't he taking leave to rest at home? Are you sick?"
"And you are?" Mo Zihan looked at the unfamiliar girl in front of him. She was wearing a white top, a light blue skirt, stockings, and a pair of flat shoes. She was dressed in a youthful and lively manner, with a ponytail hanging behind her head.
She was also very beautiful. She had a fair oval face and a pair of fox-like slender eyes. Her expression was a little nervous and a little puzzled.
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