Live treasure appraisal: Netizens asked me how to open the bronze door

Chapter 71 The thing is old, but useless!

Zhang Xuan was also stunned, then smiled and said, "Nothing."

He took a bite of the braised pork and found it delicious.

After eating a few bites, I gave the cleaning lady a thumbs up!
“It tastes really good!”

“I haven’t had such delicious home-cooked food in a long time.”

"I must give you this money, and I will also give you a bonus!"

But the cleaning lady shook her head again and said to Zhang Xuan with a slight smile: "Young man, you don't want to give it to Auntie because you think she works hard, do you?"

"Don't do that."

"Auntie is retired and has nothing to do at home, so she came out to find something to do."

"Auntie has a pension, which is enough for living!"

Zhang Xuan was slightly surprised that there were still people with pensions.

"Well, let's eat together."

He said politely.

Auntie: “Okay.”

Seeing the aunt sitting down, he casually said, "My name is Zhang Xuan."

"Auntie, what's your name?"

Auntie: "Then I'll call you Xiao Zhang. You look about the same age as my granddaughter."

"My last name is Song, just call me Aunt Song."

Zhang Xuan nodded: "Oh, is she also nineteen?"

Aunt Song was surprised: "She is 24 years old and works in an auction house."

"Hey, Xiao Zhang is only nineteen this year?"

Zhang Xuan nodded awkwardly: "It seems that I still look a little old."

Aunt Song hurriedly shook her head when she heard this.

Zhang Xuan laughed and said, "Just kidding, where did Aunt Song work before?"

Aunt Song: "I used to be a tour guide at the city museum."

Zhang Xuan raised his eyelids: "What a coincidence, we are half in the same industry."

Aunt Song: "Xiao Zhang is really good at joking."

"If Xiao Zhang worked in the museum, there's no way I wouldn't know you."

Zhang Xuan put down the water cup: "That's not the case."

"It's just that I'm also an antique appraiser, so I can only be considered half a colleague!"

Aunt Song raised her head slowly upon hearing this, and looked at Zhang Xuan in surprise: "Is Xiao Zhang joking with you again?"

"You are only nineteen years old. You haven't graduated from college yet, right?"

"The youngest antique appraiser Auntie has ever seen is probably over 40 years old."

"Take the auction house where my daughter works as an example. Appraisers there are required to have more than 20 years of work experience to be qualified."

Zhang Xuan put down his bowl and chopsticks and burped: "I am self-taught."

Aunt Song looked at Zhang Xuan again after hearing this. After a moment, she suddenly pulled out the carved silver hairpin on her bun and said with a smile, "This hairpin was passed down to me by my mother."

"Although I have worked in museums all my life, I have seen quite a few experts."

"But no one recognizes this silver hairpin."

She looked at Zhang Xuan with a hint of meaning: "Xiao Zhang, since you are so confident, why don't you help auntie take a look?"

As she spoke, her smooth fingers gently shook the silver hairpin in her hand. When she saw Zhang Xuan's ear move slightly, her eyes suddenly became more focused.

Zhang Xuan blinked, reached out to take the silver hairpin, and saw four silver rings under the hollow carvings, which were inserted into each other to form a small ball.

As the silver hairpin shakes, the four silver rings will rotate individually, and sounds like wind chimes will come from them.

Out of his peripheral vision, he did not notice any change in Aunt Song's expression.

Obviously, Aunt Song was not lying. She really couldn't understand the sound from the silver hairpin.

It seems that the Heart of the Hydra Cypress has also affected his five senses, allowing him to hear things that others cannot hear.

However, as the silver hairpin turned, he discovered that the four silver rings did not make constant ringing sounds while they were turning.

It will only make a sound when it is turned to a specific position.

Obviously! Although these three silver rings are simple, their manufacturing process is quite sophisticated and complex!

And judging from the color of the silver hairpin and the details of its patina, this silver hairpin is likely to be a thousand years old!

Of course, this was not what surprised him the most.

What surprised him most was that the shape of the pattern carved on the silver hairpin was the simplest orchid!

Rough appearance, exquisite internal craftsmanship!
This is definitely not a product for the nobility!

It's more like something that only folk masters can do!
According to his experience, such things may not be valuable, but they must have a story!

The woman opposite who calls herself Aunt Song is able to own such a thing with a story, so she is obviously also a person with a story!

He changed his posture without making a sound, and a nearly invisible golden light flashed in his pupils.

In an instant, the four silver rings, which were only the size of a little fingernail, became as clear as if they were magnified by a high-power microscope!
The three silver rings are covered with scales that are thinner than a hair!
"There is indeed a story"

He suddenly closed his eyes, and then slowly opened them.

"What did you see?"

Aunt Song suddenly stared at Zhang Xuan excitedly, with an uncontrollable passion in her eyes.

But after seeing Zhang Xuan's calm eyes, he seemed to realize that he had lost his composure and quickly relaxed: "Many experts don't recognize this thing. It's normal for you to not recognize it at such a young age."

"hehe."

Zhang Xuan: “The stuff is old.”

Aunt Song's eyes sparkled again.

Zhang Xuan handed over the hairpin: "But it's useless."

Aunt Song: "What?"

Zhang Xuan broke open half of the steamed bun: "It can't be exchanged for many steamed buns."

"It's a good heirloom."

When Aunt Song saw Zhang Xuan eating a steamed bun in a few bites, her surprised expression slowly faded. She lifted her hair, revealing three sunken earring holes on her earlobes.

After inserting the hairpin, she sighed slightly: "You are right. I am planning to pass it on to my granddaughter after a hundred years."

Zhang Xuan, who was eating a steamed bun, suddenly looked up at her and said, "Wait."

"Shouldn't it be passed down to grandchildren?"

“How do I pass it on to my granddaughter?”

Aunt Song chuckled when she heard this, and there was even a hint of inexplicable pride between her brows: "My mother passed it on to me, so I will naturally pass it on to my daughter."

"But my disappointing daughter has severed ties with me, so naturally it will be passed on to my granddaughter."

Zhang Xuan: “Ah?”

“There is such a way of spreading the Dharma.”

"Could it be that your granddaughter also has the same surname as you, Song?"

After these words came out, Aunt Song's pupils shrank sharply, and her amiable temperament actually had a bit more majesty: "That's right!"

Zhang Xuan's eyes suddenly widened: "Is this really a matriarchal society?"

Aunt Song's expression suddenly changed: "You!"

Zhang Xuan raised his hand hurriedly: "If you say so!"

"Then this thing is valuable!"

Aunt Song frowned: "What do you mean?"

Zhang Xuan smiled and said, "Because it suddenly occurred to me that this silver hairpin might have been made by a famous artist named Song!"

"As for who this famous person surnamed Song is?"