Ranguang Treasure Mirror

Zhou Xiru quickly sorted out the information about the Siyang Zun, the treasure of the National Museum of Huaxia, and the sacrificial vessel in the late Yin and Shang Dynasties. The specific time is about 14th to 11th centuries BC. It is 58.3 cm high and 52.4 cm long. The weight is 34.5 kg.

She was required to memorize this information when she was in school, but she couldn't help it, she is an art student...

According to visual inspection, the height of this bronze four-goat square statue should be only 45 centimeters, and the overall size is quite a circle smaller than that of the National Museum.

Different from the one in the National Museum, this "Four Goat Square Zun" does not have burnt leaf patterns, but sun patterns, and the bird patterns on the sheep are particularly prominent.

The proportion of the overall shape is perfect and exquisite, the lines are smooth and clean, and the beauty of softness is not lost in the rigidity.

The old stall owner glanced at her and said with a smile, "Little girl, would you like to see Fang Yi next to me?"

Zhou Xiru pretended to know nothing, and asked obediently: "What is Fang Yi?"

"Here, it's this little house." The old stall owner said with a smile.

"This?" Zhou Xiru stretched out his hand to touch it, and said with a smile, "Old man, I'm not afraid of your jokes. I'm a little scared of this thing."

"Huh?" The old stall owner asked in confusion, "How do you say it?"

"This... looks like something from an ancient tomb. My grandma said that this thing attracts evil spirits and is not suitable for a young girl like me, so forget it." Zhou Xiru said solemnly.

The old stall owner couldn't recover his senses, and after a long time, he slowly said: "Little girl, most of the antiques are unearthed from ancient tombs."

Zhou Xiru smiled and said, "Old man, the Siyang square statue is a sacrificial vessel, not a funeral object. I read a lot, so don't lie to me."

The old stall owner frowned and asked, "Is there a difference?"

"Why is there no difference?" Zhou Xiru said seriously, "Sacrificial ritual vessels mean that they are placed on display when paying homage to the ancestors. Is it a concept?"

"You read a lot, I can't say no to you." The old stall owner smiled wryly, "Go ahead, Siyang Fangzun is 200 million."

Zhou Xiru stared at him blankly, and then said with an expression of being bullied before: "Old man, don't bully a young and good-looking person like me, you are a modern high-quality imitation, how dare you sell it for 200 million? I read a lot , I know that the Siyang Zun is very noble, and it is the treasure of the National Museum."

"However, the size of your old man is so small. It is obviously a modern handicraft with a lack of catty. I just see this sheep for fun. I am going to raise it in captivity. You want 200 million... Do you want to call me a dick?" goods?"

Zhou Xiru knew from the stall owner's asking price of "200 million" that the old man didn't know that this "Four Goat Square Zun" was genuine, otherwise, this would definitely not be a matter of "200 million", and 2000 million euros could only be the starting price.

For this reason, she was going to make a bargain, although she felt that the counter-offer was somewhat disappointing to this national treasure.

However, she felt sorry for herself if she didn't counter the price. She was so poor, and she didn't plan to sell this "national treasure" after buying it. She would donate it to the museum when she got revenge in the future.

The old stall owner thought for a while, and his highlight today was that Fang Yi, which was the little house that Zhou Xiru was talking about.

As for the "Four Rams Zun", indeed, everyone knows that this thing is a modern high-quality imitation. The real Four Rams Zun is so honorable, how could it end up on the street?

"Little girl, look at your good looks, 80 yuan!" said the old stall owner, "Although my Siyang Fang Zun is short of weight, but the craftsmanship is definitely top-notch. It's super impressive to watch at home."

"52!" Zhou Xiru said with a smile, "How is it, old man?"

The old stall owner thought about it seriously, and said, "To be honest, if it was someone else, I wouldn't agree, but if a little girl like you told me this price, my old man is a little tempted, it's fine."

"But, little girl, I have to tell you, I pay in cash here, where are your parents?" The old stall owner looked around, but he didn't find Zhou Xiru's parents, nor her elders. He was suspicious in his heart. Isn't the little girl just looking for some fun?

Is she rich?

"Cash?" Zhou Xiru stared at him blankly, and said, "Old man, can't you keep up with the times? Although you are in the antique business, you are actually selling high-quality imitations, and you also need WeChat Alipay Bank Transfer money, 52 cash, I need to make an appointment with the bank in advance to get the money."

"This... you old man is carrying a dozen red tickets, you are not tired, you still need to deposit them in the bank?" Zhou Xiru said solemnly, "Wouldn't it be nice to transfer the money to you directly from the bank?"

The old stall owner patted his head, feeling that there was a generation gap between himself and the little girl, and said, "What I mean is—cash settlement, no credit."

"I'll go!" Zhou Xiru breathed a sigh of relief when he heard the words, and said, "Old man, you have nothing to do and want to chat with your granddaughter more, my God, you scared the baby to death."

"Speak well!" The old stall owner said angrily, "Don't mention the baby, otherwise, my old man will beat you up."

"Give me the bank account number!" Zhou Xiru said.

The old man turned over a piece of cardboard neatly, with the bank account number and his own name written on it.

When Zhou Xiru saw his name, he squatted on the ground and couldn't help but laugh.

"Xiaoxiaoxiao..." the old stall owner scolded angrily, "When my old man was young, his parents and elders were there, so he was naturally a baby, but now he is old... old... an old man."

The smile on Zhou Xiru's face gradually faded. When I was young, everyone was a baby. Now, when I am old, I am no longer a baby.

The stall owner's old man's surname is Li, and Li is a common surname, which is not uncommon, but this old man is called "Baby Li".

After Zhou Xiru transferred 52 yuan to him, he greeted Sinan and said with a smile, "Brother Sinan, please help me put this Siyang Fangzun in the trunk of the car first, I want to put it in my study."

"Okay!" Sinan hurried over like a summoned beast.

Li Baobao—the old man who was the owner of the stall found a broken sack for him, and said with a smile: "Little girl, put this thing in your study, and I guarantee that the grade will rise in no time."

Zhou Xiru nodded and said, "It must."

Here, Sinan took a broken sack and put it on the Siyang Square Zun, and said with a smile: "Miss Ah Ru, I'll come as soon as I go!"

"Yeah!" Zhou Xiru agreed.

"Old Li, what good things did you bring over this time?" At this moment, several people surrounded him.

The old stall owner laughed loudly: "Boss He, what good things can my old man bring, it's nothing more than some broken copper and iron with no place to put it."