A few pens were inserted into the green-glazed pottery jar, as well as scissors and things, which were messy.

"Dad, take this jar back for me to arrange flowers. I'll buy you a new pen holder later." Ye Qingqing picked up the jar and felt it was a bit rough. There were a few tiny fine lines on the bottle's mouth, which probably knocked it.

"Take it and use it, you don't need to buy a pen holder, I have a lot of it."

Ye Mingcheng went to the third floor, and flipped through it and found an elegant bamboo tube, poured out the things in the clay pot, and put them all into the bamboo tube.

"Why do you need a bamboo tube to use a clay pot as a pen holder? You are not afraid of being smashed." Ye Qingqing said angrily.

"If it is broken, throw it away. I didn't spend any money. I bought this bamboo tube for fifty yuan." Ye Mingcheng held the bamboo tube and Duanxiang. If it weren't for the pottery Ye Qingqing taking it away, he wouldn't have been willing to use it with the bamboo tube!

Ye Qingqing snatched the bamboo tube and carved a piece of green bamboo. She couldn't tell whether it was carved by a famous artist, but she felt that it was probably not the case. Moreover, this bamboo is also very ordinary bamboo. Any one can be cut on the mountain and can make dozens of bamboo tubes.

"You spend fifty dollars on this broken bamboo tube? You can buy a few big bamboos even if you spend fifty dollars. Dad, I know how Wuchen's bad habits are caused by the bad habits. They all learn from you, learn from good things and bad things. You didn't set a good example for Wuchen!" Ye Qingqing cursed.

No wonder the upstairs were full of rags. Her father was so easy to fool. He could cheat him away with just a broken bamboo tube. The upstairs were probably all fooled back in this way.

"How can you compare bamboo with this bamboo tube? This is a work of art. Bamboo is just a bamboo. If you don't understand, don't talk nonsense." Ye Mingcheng corrected.

"Who said that this broken bamboo tube is a work of art? Which famous artist did it? This rough craft is obviously a piece of rag produced by the machine assembly line, and it is also a work of art. Humph, don't humiliate the artwork."

Ye Qingqing poured out the things in the bamboo tube and weighed them a few times. It was light and not very touching. The more you looked at the paintings on it, the more you felt shoddy. These fifty pieces were wasted.

"There are paintings on it. I think it is very well painted, quite ancient. It should have been used by some ancient master." Ye Mingcheng tried his best to defend himself. He really thought it was a work of art.

Ye Qingqing was speechless and had a very ancient style. Her father was so obsessed with it, which was more dangerous than Wuchen.

"I'll take a look."

The old man with a bookish aura came over. He had already hung up the water. He took the bamboo tube from Ye Qingqing's hand. He had roughly figured it out as soon as he started. He looked at it all up and down. The old man shook his head, "It must not be an antique object, it was produced in modern times. In recent years, fifty yuan is not worth it. Each of the three dollars in the night market is better than this."

"Impossible, how do you know it was made in the past few years? I think there is also the Kangxi reign name below!" Ye Mingcheng turned the bamboo tube upside down, and the Kangxi reign name was indeed engraved at the bottom. He decided to buy it when he saw this.

Ye Qingqing sneered, "If Kangxi is carved, it must be from the Kangxi era? Don't you know that selling dog meat with sheep's head? How can you catch a fool like you if you don't carve this way?"
Chapter completed!