The chess enthusiasts who had followed Huo Sining and the others inside, upon hearing that the jars Old Qi used for pickling were actually antiques and that they could get a compensation of 150,000, immediately started buzzing. The entire yard was filled with the noise of the elderly men discussing and debating.
"When I was a kid swimming in the river, I got my foot cut by some pottery shard! Who knew those things were antiques!"
"Yeah, as a kid, I always found it strange and asked my dad why there were so many jars sunk in the river. He said they came from the kiln upstream, that they were rejects nobody wanted. Who could've guessed they were antiques!"
"My grandma also said they floated down from a kiln. There was indeed a kiln making bricks and pottery jars up the river back then. Those jars buried in the river were so rough, even cruder than our dog bowls, so nobody bothered to pick them up."
