The character "Yue" on the bottom is obviously smaller than the other characters. It looks a bit thin and thin, and when combined with other characters, it feels uncomfortable no matter how you look.

I looked carefully at the location and traces of the broken stubble, and strengthened my guess. The word "yue" is indeed only half of the font shape, and the whole character should be "Ming". However, because the broken position at the bottom of the bowl was a bit coincidental, it just broke from the middle of the word "Ming", so there was only the word "yue".

Daya didn't know why I suddenly stopped calling. Seeing me staring at the bowl of shreds and looking around, I also came over to watch the fun.

I glanced at Daya and pointed at the words on the bottom of the bowl and told him that this piece of batter is not an ordinary rice bowl. If this bowl is good, it would be worth a lot of money! The words on it are not "Da Yuecheng" at all, and the full text should be "Made in the Chenghua Period of the Ming Dynasty"!

Daya obviously didn't expect that the result would be. She was stunned at first, but she didn't react. Then her face changed suddenly, her face turned red, and she stared at her eyes and exclaimed: "What? Chenghua of the Ming Dynasty? Mom, this is an antique!"

During the Chenghua period of the Ming Dynasty, what makes people talk about the most was not a strong economy or splendid civilization, but the famous Emperor Chenghua - Emperor Xianzong of Ming Dynasty Zhu Jianshen. The reason why this emperor was famous had nothing to do with his political achievements during his reign, but because he was the most infatuated among the emperors of all dynasties. He only loved one wife, namely Concubine Wan - Wan Zhen'er.

Wan Zhen'er is seventeen years older than the emperor. In the past, he is about the same age as his mother and son. When Wan Zhen'er was nineteen years old, he was sent to take care of the prince Zhu Jianshen, who was only two years old. At that time, the young prince was inseparable from Wan Zhen'er, who was like a nanny. I don't know when, the prince Zhu Jianshen fell in love with the palace maid Wan Zhen'er, who was seventeen years older than him. Moreover, he loved him in a liaison and died, which was really shocking.

By the time Zhu Jianshen ascended the throne at the age of eighteen, Wan Zhen'er was already thirty-five, but he did not forget Wan Zhen'er's love and consideration for him, nor did he dislike him because she was seventeen years older than him and her color gradually faded, so he directly named him a concubine. Wan Zhen'er could have reached the top in one step.

There were three thousand beauties in the harem, but Emperor Chenghua had no interest in other concubines at all. Constantly, he only favored him. As for other beauties in the harem, he basically ignored him. What he unexpectedly thought was that when he was less than 60 years old, he suddenly fell ill and died in the end. The emperor suffered this blow and was depressed all day long. Soon he died of illness and finally passed away in the same year, leaving behind this strange story.

Daya held the piece of slag next to him and kept sighing. Of course, he sighed not for the infatuated emperor. I knew what he was thinking, and couldn't help but feel funny. He pointed to the piece of slag and told Daya not to get angry. Although this is just a piece of fragment, as long as it is something from Chenghua of the Ming Dynasty, even a bowl of slag can be worth two dollars.

Daya thought I was making fun of him and liked to ignore my words.

It’s not a big tooth. This kind of ceramic fragment can be dug out from time to time when farming or digging trenches in rural areas. No one pays attention to any era, nor does he have this awareness. Most of them are disdainful and thrown them into tree trenches or trenches with his hands.

Needless to mention the countryside, most people now think that since they have become fragments, they have no value. In fact, this is not the case. The hidden knowledge in this porcelain piece is so great.

China is a country of porcelain, with a history of thousands of years. From the day of production of porcelain, porcelain pieces have been produced. Especially the large number of porcelain pieces produced in the fired porcelain of official kilns. The royal family has officials who are specialized in the firing of this porcelain, who enter the kiln factory to supervise the production, and they are innovating carefully regardless of cost during production.

If the emperor asked this batch to make 100 pieces of porcelain, then more than a few hundred pieces must be fired. After careful selection, all the remaining porcelain must be broken and buried deep, and no piece is allowed to flow into the people.

In fact, all the broken pieces are actually excellent, but they are slightly inadequate in comparison. Just like the beauties rank among the crowd, it is not necessarily the same as those who are not ranked among the top three. It is not necessarily the same as those who are ugly.

After hearing what I said, Daya raised her eyebrows and finally got to know her. She looked at the porcelain piece again, then looked down at her feet and kept staring at her feet. The look was obvious. According to his logic, since there was a bottom of the bowl here, there was a whole big bowl below if it couldn't be done well.

In fact, my understanding of porcelain pieces is what I usually hear when I visit Panjiayuan, and I learn to sell them now. I once saw a piece of fragment that was not as big as a dumpling skin and sold for a few thousand yuan. I was stunned at that time, and I never dreamed that this thing was so valuable.

I don't care much about whether there is a complete porcelain from the Ming Chenghua underground, but I think that if the porcelain piece is really genuine, that is, the porcelain from the Ming Dynasty, then the "Dragon Locking Pillar" that appears nearby is probably something from the Ming Dynasty. From this point of view, is Liu Ye really saying it? Could it be that I really misunderstood Liu Ye?

At this time, Daya's nerves were very excited. He didn't care about it. He pulled out a shovel from his backpack, threw his arms and dug it up. His movements were strong and sand and stones were flying under his feet. He had never seen him work so hard.

Before I knew it, the wind gradually blew up, and the treetops were already waving, shaking their heads a little.

I was sweating just now, and I was hit by the wind and it was a little cool. I looked at the sky and realized that it was going to change. Seeing that the dark clouds continued to sink, the clouds were not thick, I guess the rain was not too heavy. The weather was thunderstorm.

I only thought that wind could cool down, but I forgot the saying "The wind is on the head of rain, and the fart is on the head of shit".

Growing up in the countryside since childhood, I often hear adults whispering folk proverbs like rumors, which are easy to remember and understand. Now I still remember clearly, "The red clouds turn into black clouds, and there will be heavy rain; the sunset clouds will walk in the middle of the night; the dark clouds rise in the northwest, and the thunderstorm will come." I don't know if this is scientifically based. However, it is very effective and can be tried and tested.

Before the rain could come, I quickly walked around and looked for the springs and caves that Mr. Tao mentioned.

I walked along the downhill road for about fifty meters and finally found the place.

But I didn't expect that this cave was a bit too cold. It was better to say that it was a cave than a cave. It was only three meters deep and was very wide. In fact, it was a piece of the mountain that was inwardly slumped, forming such a vase-like mountain concave.

However, the spring still has a little bit of spiritual energy. The water is very clear, and it keeps gushing out, hitting the pebbles from time to time, splashing crystal water droplets, shining brightly. The gushing spring water flows down the slope, forming a stream that is not wide.

The trickle is clear and the pebbles of all sizes are lying quietly at the bottom of the water, and the green mountains and green peaks are reflected in it, forming a natural landscape painting, which is intoxicating between movement and static.

Staring at the reflections of his own flowing in the water, he gathered and dispersed, and before he knew it, he was a little stunned.

After a long time, I woke up after a dream. I quickly searched down the stream, but I could not find any traces of Mr. Tao moving away the stone pillars. I guess the pit had been filled with sand and gravel.

The forest is quiet, the sound of water is gurgling, and listening to the crisp sound of water, I can't help but think of my grandfather.

When I was a child, my grandfather often took me to catch fish on the excuse, but he led me to walk forward along the riverside. Whenever I went to a place where the sound of water changed, my grandfather would tell me carefully and let me tell you carefully. Remember it firmly.

I told me over and over again that the sound of mountains and water is quiet and water is moving. If the sound of water is like the sound of a copper pot dripping, it will become an official of herdsmen; if the sound of water is as loud as a drum, it will be a precious place; and the water flows desolate and anxious, and the sound of crying will be destined to be a constant disaster...

Suddenly I heard the big teeth on my head calling my name, and I came to my senses and quickly turned around and responded.

It can be seen that Daya really put in his strength. The ground was dug everywhere, and there was no good place. I saw him standing in one of the pits, holding half a porcelain bowl in his hand and waving at me constantly.

When I got closer, I saw that there were quite a few porcelain pieces dug out by Big Teeth, which were more than twenty pieces, but most of them were not as big as the dial of the watch, and most of them were broken pieces of beer cover, and they were thrown aside by Big Teeth, while Big Teeth held a very complete bowl in her hand.

After I took it, I looked carefully. It should be the Doucai Beauty Bowl. The bottom of the bowl is quite complete, with a double-line round frame, and six regular characters: made in the Chenghua year of the Ming Dynasty.

The font of the bottom pattern is simple and rough, which is almost the same as that written by a child. It is crooked and twisted, and it is a street stall product at first glance. However, after careful reading, I finally found that the word is not as simple as it seems on the surface. The strokes are covered with bones, the blunt file is raised and falls, which is very artistic and clever. The more I look at it, the more I feel that the bottom pattern is not that simple.

The pattern on this half bowl happened to be a picture of the beauty sitting leaning on the basket. She looked realistic and was about to come out. She was set against the blue rocks and bright red peonies next to her. A harmonious and peaceful pastoral scenery naturally appeared in front of her.

I squinted my eyes and was watching, and I heard Daya screaming under the pit, and then quickly called me down to take a look.

I didn't know what was going on below, so I quickly put the half beauty bowl on the ground, then supported the edge of the pit with both hands and jumped to the bottom of the pit.

When I looked in the direction pointed by Big Teeth, even I was dumbfounded and stunned.

I really didn't expect that Daya had just dug a shovel down and unexpectedly found that there were such ceramic fragments underneath, densely packed together, and the white flowers were a little dazzling.

So many fragments are squeezed together, and the colors and patterns are different. It is obvious that these fragments are not buried underground and crushed, but are 100% buried here after being broken.

I stared at these porcelain pieces, and my heart was filled with a stir. I couldn't understand why such a good porcelain was broken and so many of them were broken? This kind of official porcelain cannot have such a large collection among the people. Could it be that this is a royal tomb? But it is not right. How can the burial objects be scattered like this, without the tomb passage or the coffin?

My head was almost blown up, but I didn't understand what was going on.

Daya pulled it with a shovel for a while, and suddenly looked up and asked me, is it possible that it was the situation I just mentioned, these are the porcelains that the emperor picked up and was broken after being broken?

Oh? When I heard Daya say this, I stood around and looked around. It’s really true, this is really reliable.

Behind you are a thousand feet high mountain with majestic mountains and high and thick air; ahead are clouds and mists, water and water, and a vast hall; not far from your feet are moving springs and streams, with air and water connected together, hiding wind and gathering energy, this is really an excellent place to get upwind and ups.

In the past, most porcelain kilns were built on the foothills on both sides of rivers or creeks. One reason was that there were trees on the mountain, making it easy to use fuel. The other was that nearby streams and rivers could not only provide industrial water for workshops, but also transport the burned porcelain directly back to the capital through water transportation such as boats and rafts.

And the conditions here are indeed unique, and they are simply prepared for the firing of kilns. If this is the case, the porcelain pieces under them will probably be old, and a train shave may not be able to be installed!

When Daya saw that the floor was covered with these kinds of porcelain pieces, his eyes were blue, and he kept shouting at me: "Mom, my brothers are really making a fuss this time! Even if you sell this game by pound, it's worth it! I just said, fortune tellers say that I'm the flower of the iron tree. Why hasn't I made any fortune in bud for thirty years? Now it's finally time to bloom!"

I saw Daya’s face as happy as a flower, so I quickly made a pause gesture to Daya, poured cold water on his head, and told him whether these porcelains were from Chenghua in the Ming Dynasty. It has not been decided yet, so I was a little too happy. If it was a fake, you would pick up these things for rags, and people wouldn’t want them!

My big teeth shook my head and was a little dumbfounded. My expression instantly frozen. I grinned at me: "Can your crow's mouth sound good? Whatever happens will change. Do you know that great joy and sorrow hurt the internal organs the most. No one can resist your tidying, and sooner or later you will have to get internal injuries."

I held back my laughter and told Daya to calm down. There is no need to worry about this matter. I will pick a few pieces of porcelain with me first, and wait until I return to the city and find someone to see it. Isn’t it enough to give it to me? But to be honest, with my eyesight, I really look like an old thing.

Daya nodded helplessly, sighed, and picked up a few larger pieces of porcelain on the ground with her butt sticking out, then carefully wrapped it in cloth and placed it directly in the backpack.

After climbing up from the pit, Daya suddenly pointed to the pit here and asked me what to do, whether I need to bury it first. If someone picks up a vacancy, isn’t it a dog biting a piss? Isn’t it so happy?

I snorted, pointed to this place, stared at Daya and said, "You really think this place is a tourist destination? Except for us, who has nothing to do and has nothing to do. Come to this place and just leave it there. No one has come for three or five years."
Chapter completed!