Homework?
There were still many people in the live broadcast room who had yet to react. When they heard this, they burst out laughing.
Good fellow!
This batch of students were really talented. They actually came to the streamer to look at their homework.
At this moment, a bullet comment in the live broadcast room was particularly eye-catching.
"Cheyenne, you don't have to do your homework this time. I've already deducted your usual points."”
"Pfft, the worst homework copying in history!”
"Teacher is checking on you online. Student, you're dead!”
"We might have to carry him away. Next!”
The treasure friends in the live broadcast room were watching the show and shouting one after another.
Jiang Ran also shook her head slightly.
"Baoyou, if you're still in school, don't spend your money recklessly.”
"The rockets have retreated. Do your homework properly!”
Just as Jiang Ran was about to return the money, she heard Xia Shangzhou shout,""Grandmaster Jiang, wait!"
"Since you can't look at this picture, I have something else I want to show Grandmaster Jiang.”
As he spoke, the camera turned to reveal a broken pottery jar.
The top half of the jar was broken into a dozen pieces, and only the bottom half of the jar was barely intact. Inscriptions and patterns could be vaguely seen inside.
"Grandmaster Jiang, this isn't a picture. You can at least take a look, right?”
This time, Jiang Ran didn't need to do anything. The treasure friends in the live broadcast room began to appraise it themselves.
"Treasure Friend, there's nothing to see! There were many black pottery jars of pickled vegetables in the countryside.”
"That's right, Treasure Friend. I have seven or eight of these things at home!”
"Bao Friend, you didn't go to Pan Jia Yuan to buy it, did you? It's a loss if it exceeds ten yuan!"
"Don't say anymore. The old man accepted 50 yuan and earned 48 yuan with tears in his eyes!”
Xia Shangzhou quickly shouted when he saw the comments.
"It's not the jar, it's under the jar…"
"I know."
Before Xia Shangzhou could finish, Jiang Ran had already spoken.
"Treasure Friend, pick up the jar. I want to see what's below.”
All the friends in the live broadcast room were curious when they heard this.
"Grandmaster Jiang, did you discover something new?”
"Damn it! It wouldn't be that he didn't want to see it again, right?”
The bullet comments raised the atmosphere. Everyone looked at the screen, not knowing what was wrong.
The black line of hanging glaze had a grid-like pattern in the middle. There were also a few glaze colors that stretched out like frog limbs around it. Unfortunately, half of them had peeled off.
Jiang Ran was interested.
"Treasure Friend, where did you get this?”
When they heard Jiang Ran ask about his background, all the friends in the live broadcast room became excited.
After watching for so long, they knew Jiang Ran's tricks very well.
As long as one had asked about their background, there would definitely be no mistake!
At the very least, he could hear a story!
Before Xia Shangzhou could react to what had happened, he saw that the comments were all congratulating him. Three years, four years, whatever. He was instantly dumbfounded.
"Grandmaster Jiang…I just bought this outside.”
"Our teacher said that he wanted to teach us how to restore cultural relics.”
"This…could it be a cultural relic?"
Jiang Ran shook her head when she heard that.
"Bao Friend, you're thinking too much. Didn't you see the bullet screen saying that I earned 48 yuan with tears in my eyes?”
"If this is a cultural relic, not to mention Pan Jia Yuan, even the place that sells pickled cabbage jars would have to be destroyed.”
Hearing that he was fine, Xia Shangzhou heaved a sigh of relief.
He was so excited when he saw the bullet screen just now that he thought he had become a person who bought and sold cultural relics.
He was almost scared to death.
Just as he was about to relax, he heard Jiang Ran speak again.
"However, my dear friend, although there's no problem with this thing of yours, there's a problem with its father!”
As soon as he said this, all the friends in the live broadcast room wanted to curse!
How could he say that his father had a problem?
Grandmaster Jiang, can you be a human?
Where did the father of the ceramic jar come from? Sun Wukong?
I'm the first generation of the rich, send a rocket x10
"Grandmaster Jiang, it's nothing. I'll moisten your throat. I want to listen to this story.”
He didn't know what the first-generation rich did. In such a short time, he had thrown out millions. The key was that he didn't look at anything. He just wanted to listen to stories.
The viewers in the live streaming room looked at the rocket with green eyes.
If it weren't for their inability, they would have told stories to the rich generation.
Jiang Ran tapped her fingers on the table.
"Treasure Friend, you asked me to look down just now. Is there anything you want to say?”
"Grandmaster Jiang, I feel that this pattern is somewhat familiar, but I can't remember where I've seen it before!”
"I feel that something is wrong."
"Majiayao's frog-patterned painted pottery bowl. This is in the museum in the northwest. Baoyou might have seen it in a book.”
"Yes, yes, yes!"
"This is it!"
Xia Shangzhou slapped his thigh and cried out.
But in the blink of an eye, he was stunned.”
"Are the crafts okay?"
Jiang Ran saw that the audience did not notice a single one and thought of the teacher who had just spoken.
"Treasure friends, is this treasure friend's teacher still here? Why don't we do a live lesson?"
When the audience in the live broadcast room heard this, they secretly cursed Jiang Ran for being too much!
Baoyou was already gone, but he was still causing trouble here.
After cursing, the comments started to follow suit.
"That's right! Teacher, come and teach!"
"I suddenly want to go to class!"
"I'm waiting for the teacher to come and teach Baoyou.”
In the midst of the commotion, the historical old bull just applied for a joint mic.
The moment he opened his mouth, he cursed angrily.
"You can't even see the hidden inscription. Don't even think about it this semester.”
Puff!
Hearing this, the audience in the live broadcast room could not help but laugh.
What was strength? This was it!
He had failed the appraisal test after a good appraisal!
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