Seeing this jar, not only did Qin Lianshan become intrigued, but even the shopkeeper and the old cashier standing in the store gathered around, curiously examining the jar.
"The texture of this is quite thin, somewhat like pottery, but the patina and glaze color seem a bit strange. What is this thing?"
Qin Lianshan took out a magnifying glass and looked around the jar from front to back, top to bottom. He again circled the wide brim and belly of the jar for a half day, knocking on it with his hand, yet he couldn't discern what it was.
He straightened up, a look of disappointment on his face. He felt it neither looked like black pottery nor porcelain; instead, it seemed like an imitation made to look old. He wondered why Huo Sining bought it, probably mistaking it nine times out of ten.
