Riding the wind of rebirth

Chapter 602
"The place is really good." Zhou Zhi just said a word, and saw Master Ma raised his hand, and pulled the copper ring under the mouth of the head assistant.

"Isn't this auxiliary head something from Jiadao's reign? Just put it on the door like this?"

"Look at the copper nails." Master Ma didn't take it seriously at all: "It's a set with all beards and tails. If you don't put it here, where should you put it? In the house?"

Zhou Zhi thinks about it, and I guess there is no safer place in the whole world than here, not to mention whether ordinary people can recognize the era of the assistant head, even if they recognize it, such folk antiques are not worth much now , but I overreacted.

"Lao Ma, what is this place?" Feng Cang who followed behind looked at the old pagoda trees on the palace wall at both ends of the alley: "Is this yard old?"

"This courtyard was originally the house of Prince Yi Yinxiang, the famous Thirteenth Lord of the Yongzheng Dynasty, and his fourth generation Sun Miantang's house."

"That's why we don't even know each other." Wang Shuo teased, "These feudal remnants are only remembered by old horses."

At this time, the door opened, and a middle-aged man in a suit and leather shoes saw Ma Weiwei knocking on the door: "Master Ma, are you here?"

"Bring a few friends to take a look." Ma Weiwei introduced to everyone: "Yu Bin, the boss of Jingfeng Real Estate Management Company, Lao Yu's business is also going big now..."

Yu Bin saw Feng Cang and Pan Shiya: "Hey, Mr. Feng, Mr. Pan! Why are you following Mr. Ma to see things?"

Feng Cang stretched out his hand and shook hands with Yu Bin: "The ground in the capital is evil, Lao Yu and we just had a meeting at the Housing Management Bureau yesterday, and we made an appointment to have dinner at another day, and we met again today."

"Hahaha..." Yu Bin was very enthusiastic: "I just don't know who is the customer?"

"The company has just opened, and it's empty and not looking good, so I asked the old horse to buy some things."

"Ah, yes, if you are looking for Mr. Ma for this matter, then you are looking for the right person. All the things in this yard were arranged by him for Director Li back then."

"If you want to say that Director Li was in the limelight when he rehearsed the play back then, he really deserved it. The props used in the filming are all real guys from the palace!"

"But this man, 30 years in Hedong, 30 years in Hexi." Ma Ye sighed in front: "Just because he came to the mainland to shoot two films, Lao Li wore small shoes when he returned. The broken pieces are all picked up, and life is hard."

"There are a few really good things in this yard." Ma Ye said, "It's not me bragging, it's not worse than my master's."

"This courtyard is not bad, but it's really big enough," Zhou Zhi sighed as he looked at the courtyard, "Pomegranate tree in the canopy, fish tank, Mr. Fat Dog and Fat Girl. Well-deserved reputation..."

"That's not a good thing to say." Master Ma laughed.

"Isn't that what...'Xiaokang'?" Wang Shuo asked, "Isn't this an old saying in Beijing? Why isn't it a good saying?"

"You don't read ancient books, you are all people who have been badly influenced by Soviet literature and Western literature." Liu Zhengyun despised Wang Shuo: "This word was first used to describe the Shaoxing masters in Beijing. These masters can't do anything else, they will Attaching to officials, instigating them to do bad things, sucking on the fat of the people, and earning a lot of money for themselves."

"Really? If you read ancient books, you can tell the title of the book and the passages in the book if you have the ability." Wang Shuo in turn despised Liu Zhengyun: "When you give lectures in a university, if you can't tell the source of the original text, you just wait to piss off the students! Didn’t you know that you were a teaching assistant?”

"Hehe, I really forgot the source..."

"Indigenous people in the capital, outside of the gentry's industry and commerce. There are several kinds of people who are all fed by officials, called scribes, and they are inherited from generation to generation, with the eldest sons and grandchildren. Most of them are from Zhejiang and Shaoxing. They have a lot of money and live in luxury. There must be a shed in the summer, and there must be porcelain tanks in the courtyard to raise salmon, and huge pots to grow pomegranates. If there are no children studying, they must also have a western seat to show their generosity. The ridiculers linked it: "Pomegranate trees in the ceiling fish tank, Mr. Fat Dog fat girl.' It's like that."

While Zhou Zhi recited an article casually: ""Old Beijing Suoji", the author Xia Renhu, a native of Jiangning, Jiangsu, and a native of Guangxu, Guangxu has been the censor of Beijing for 24 years. He wrote ten volumes of "Old Beijing Suoji", respectively , language, court flow, palace, ceremonies, examinations, time changes, city chambers, shops, and ten volumes of fangqu. It is an important material for textual research and recording of the historical system of the late Qing Dynasty, the capital's place names, and anecdotes."

"Elbows are fine!" Liu Zhengyun patted Zhou Zhi on the back: "Elbows have the demeanor of when I was a counselor at school."

"You got it!" Wang Shuo was even more contemptuous: "No matter how shameless you are, you can't do this!"

"The elbow is learned from home, isn't it?" Master Ma understands the foundation of Zhou Zhi's knowledge: "My master and the others were only so proficient in ancient books. I heard it was learned from home. He was six years old and seven years old , the kind that can pass the exam before the age of 20."

"It's almost half of it. I learned something from my fourth cousin and my godfather." Zhou Zhi smiled and said, "Then I won a few correspondence courses from teachers for myself."

"Brocade ashes..." Master Ma led everyone into a wing room: "There are too few young people who are willing to learn these things..."

"There are also gold inlaid jade in the pile of brocade ashes. I'm not worried about my future employment." Zhou Zhi smiled and dealt with Mr. Ma, and then he landed on the painting table in the room with a glance: "Hey!"

"How? Are you talking nonsense?" Ma Ye caressed the painting table in front of him: "There are only one or two styles of this table in the Forbidden City!"

This is a red sandalwood painting table. The table is about 85 centimeters high, 70 centimeters wide, and 1.8 meters long. It is quite large for a painting table.

The shape is also very special, the table legs are exposed, and the tenon reaches to the surface. The style obviously refers to the shape of the bronze tripod in the Shang and Zhou Dynasties, which is very rare among painting tables.

In particular, the tabletop is inlaid with broken wood. The yellow is made of boxwood and the black is made of red sandalwood. One is bright and one is dark, one is warm and the other is cold. Contrasting and echoing, the mind is very clever.

This kind of splicing is not so much a matter of economy as a show of skill. The production is so complicated and difficult that it can only be made by the Imperial Household Manufacturing Office regardless of the cost.

"This is too beautiful. It should be something from the early Qing Dynasty. It's in the archives, right?"

The file that Zhou Zhi put into his mouth was a special book in the Forbidden City called "The Work File of the Qing Palace Building Office". All important palace items had to be the emperor's will. From the production process to the finished product and the placement in the palace, there is a rigorous workflow, which will be recorded in the "Work File".

Of course, a lot of such records have been lost in the past few hundred years, but for important objects, the emperors of all dynasties will have a decree inventory, and the records of these inventory will also be archived, so the more important things, the archives The more records there are, even if a lot of information is lost, they will still be found in the remaining information.

The wood work made by the palace is not necessarily the very precious red sandalwood, huanghuali, and iron wood, but also common ones, such as walnut wood and longan wood, which are often used to make whole wood furniture.

As for mosaic, the most famous one is Boxwood.

(End of this chapter)