The most powerful god in the city

At the request of the old man, Chen Ran drove him back to his hometown.

The place where the old man lived, at first glance, looked like it was a few years old, with green bricks and green tiles, and it was covered with moss.

On the wall, there is also grass overgrown, and the green is tasted.

The old man lived in an old house.

Because it is located in Gangnam, there is a lot of rain, so the house is full of Gangnam courtyard feeling.

There is also a welcoming wall and so on.

The house is not big, but it has all the organs.

In the corner of the yard, there is a huge locust tree, which I don't know how many years it has grown.

Gloomy.

Chen Ran sent the old man home and was about to leave.

"Young man, wait a minute", the old man stopped Chen Ran.

"Uncle, what's the matter?" Chen Ran didn't stop.

"You wait," the old man entered the house and quickly walked out.

"This is my gift to you, young man," the old man pulled out a small box from inside, much like an ancient medicine box.

"It's ······" Chen Ran looked at the old man in surprise.

"This is the most precious collection of the old man's life, even if I am down, no matter how bitter, I have no idea of trading, now, I am already old, there are not many years to live, and I have no children and no daughters, so I want to give him to you", the old man's face was full of grief and misery.

In fact, he also has a wife and a daughter.

It's a pity that in those turbulent times.

His wife and children were all killed by the Red Soldiers, and of course he was also persecuted.

However, he is a man after all.

Bear men are stronger.

Survived secretly.

Over the years, he has been such a person.

"Oh, I don't know what it is?" Chen Ran also had a hint of curiosity.

The old man slowly opened the small box, and above it were three quaint books, the first of which read "The Identification of Porcelain", and the other two could not be seen.

"Young man, these three books are my treasure for many years, I have not only learned a lot of knowledge on them, but also have my and some masters' annotations on them, which are of great significance, I see that you like porcelain very much, this will definitely help you", the old man also likes porcelain, they met, it was in the porcelain street of the antique street.

The old man had a heart attack and no one treated him, but in the end, Chen Ran took action, sent the old man to the hospital, and paid the medical bills in advance.

After knowing that the old man had no children, he took care of the old man for a period of time, which made the old man very grateful.

"Oh", Chen Ran hurriedly took it, in addition to "Identification Knowledge of Porcelain", the other two books are "Characteristics of Porcelain in Various Periods" and "How to Identify Porcelain".

Although Chen Ran has a system, these three books are also what he needs.

Knowledge is infinite.

One day, he can make accurate identification out of the system, and he can become a generation of masters.

"Young man, these three books are just a bonus, I don't want my inheritance to be broken, that's the point", the old man slowly lifted the yellow cloth, only to see two dazzling lights shining in the box, under the effect of the light, beautiful, very beautiful.

"Flower God Cup······ When Chen Ran saw the things inside, his eyes widened, and he couldn't seem to believe it.

"Is this the second of the twelve flower god cups of Qing Kangxi?" Chen Ran looked at it carefully and swallowed a mouthful of saliva, although he didn't use the system to identify, he didn't believe that the old man would lie to himself and give himself a fake.

Chen Ran still knows about the famous Qing Kangxi Colorful Twelve Flowers God Cup.

"Yes, this is the second of them, the Qing Kangxi Blue and White Colorful Twelve Flowers God Cup, it is the biggest effort in my life", the old man nodded.

Then he put the Twelve Flower God Cup on the table.

The old man took one out of the small box, his eyes sinking into memory.

It seems that there is some story in this.

"Uncle, how did you get this Flower God Cup?" Chen Ran couldn't help asking.

"You don't know, there are a lot of stories in this", the old man said and sighed, "There is one thing left behind by my wife, it is this hibiscus cup that represents October".

The old man looked at the flower god cup in his hand, and saw that this colorful flower god cup was depicted with beautiful hibiscus flowers on one side, and a Tang poem was neatly engraved on the other side, and the whole cup was full of artistic atmosphere, as if it had become the embodiment of art.

It was his wife who left behind back then.

Chen Ran stared blankly at the cup in the old man's hand, his eyes full of love. The old man gently stroked the cup with his hand, with a look of nostalgia, and continued, "There is another one that was handed down by my grandfather and left to me by my father, which is the moon season flower representing November", the old man put the hibiscus cup in the box and took out the flower god cup depicting the moon season pattern.

"When I was young, my father didn't know through what channel I knew that my wife also had a hibiscus flower cup at home, and he entrusted a lot of people to buy the hibiscus flower cup, but my wife's father also liked him very much, so he didn't buy it, and then my father went more often, and the two families slowly became acquainted, and I slowly met my wife, and then slowly developed feelings, fell in love and then got married, and our parents found out about the two of us, and they could only accept the facts. "