Live appraising treasures, I became a national treasure expert?

Chapter 306 Working

There are bluestone and gold pillars, with pictures of the Five Blessings carved under the pillars.

Xiang Zhiqing raised his head and looked at it: "The eaves pillars during the Kangxi period, and the forehead pillars during the Qianlong period?"

Li Ding'an nodded: "Yes!"

There are many such architectural combinations in the courtyard, such as pillars and bases, large sides and partitions, brackets and beasts, pagodas and main ridges... some are old and new, some are Ming and Qing, some are from the Republic of China and the beginning of the founding of the People's Republic of China.

With a gentle push, the two doors opened smoothly. Xiang Zhiqing took another look: "Composite board?"

Li Ding'an smiled: "It's indeed a bit nondescript."

It costs more than 200 yuan a piece on Taobao, and the quality is very poor. It was probably exchanged by an old Taoist priest.

There are many such things, so Chen Jingshu feels that the building here is very strange. It is neither ancient nor modern.

It is also for this reason that no one regards this place as an ancient building, and no one doubts that the things inside are antiques.

Otherwise, it won't be Li Ding'an's turn...

After crossing the threshold, the light dimmed, and a solemn atmosphere hit my face: bluestone altar, carved wooden altar, Sanqing, Siyu, Zhang Daoling, Xu Jingzhi (the first generation founder of Jingming Tao)...

The three professors were okay, as were He Anbang and Lu Benzhi, who knew a little more after all. But Zhang Pusheng, Gao Shengdong and four classmates were all stunned: Isn't it the Zhu family's ancestral hall? How did it become a Taoist temple?

Later, Li Ding'an pointed at the statue and introduced it to them:

"This is Empress Ma (Jade Girl), this is Empress Xu (Mother of Qitian), this is Chongzhen (Daojun Sunlight), this is Hou Zhou (Fairy Moonlight), this is the first generation Ning Wang Zhu Quan (Zhenren Chongxu), This is Concubine Lou (the female water goddess of the Ganjiang River)... For example, Zhu Yuanzhang, the founder of Jing, and Zhu Di, the true monarch of Xuanwu, are in the basement. The other emperors and queens have no statues, only tablets, and they are all metaphorical..."

Understand, it is indeed a temple, but it is also the Zhu family's ancestral hall.

He Anbang pointed to the roof again: "What is that, two dragons playing with pearls?"

Everyone raised their heads: above their heads, there was a carved beam that could not be hugged with two arms. It had been smoked for many years. The smoke oil below was dripping. The body of the beam was smooth and shiny, and it could be vaguely seen. The pattern of two dragons.

"Yes, there are three rows of dragons, four dragons on both sides, as well as auspicious clouds, bats, sea water, peonies..."

"Kowloon Deluo?"

Li Ding'an gave a thumbs up.

In the Qing Dynasty, apart from the emperor, only Taoist priests and monks could wear bright yellow robes, and only Taoist temples and temples could have dragon-like carvings on their buildings.

For example, Zhang Tianshi's seventeen dragon pattern cave fairy clothes on Longhu Mountain, and the temple outside the Qing Palace on Longhu Mountain, also have seventeen dragons.

The Huang family practiced Jingming Taoism, which was already an orthodox sect in the Qing Dynasty. The head of the sect could also be called a heavenly master, wear bright yellow fairy clothes, and have dragon pillars erected outside the door.

I don’t know if there were dragon-like robes, and I don’t know if there were dragon-patterned pillars built. Now there are only eight dragon-carved beams left.

Four are here, and the other four are in the house where he just slept. Originally, seventeen could be carved, but as a sign of awe, Huang carved sixteen on each beam: one straight dragon, seven rows of dragons, and eight groups of dragons.

In fact, that's not the case at all: Zhu Yuanzhang's original name was Zhu Chongba, who was exactly sixteen. The total number of emperors of the Ming Dynasty from him to Chongzhen was exactly sixteen.

When ten and six are put together, it happens to be Zhu.

So, I don’t care whether I admire you or not…

Lu Benzhi also looked carefully: "What material are beams made of?"

"Namu!"

"Is it gold?" Lin Siqi whispered, "Why hasn't it been stolen?"

"It's smoked like this. No one can recognize it without scraping away the oil smoke to see. Besides, even golden nanmu is not expensive, so it's not worth stealing..."

"how much is it?"

"Ten thousand or twenty thousand per side!"

Lin Siqi calculated and nodded: "It's indeed not expensive!"

The other three students looked strange: Sister Lin, how can you believe whatever he says?

A square meter of wood with a base diameter of no more than 40 centimeters, and then the price will double for every ten centimeters wide.

But look how thick this one is?

More than eighty centimeters.

Every hundred years, the price doubles again, and that's just for ordinary materials, but what is that?

Diaoliang, sister, this is an antique, antique, antique!

Didn't you think about what Professor Xiang just said: the eaves pillars of the Kangxi period, and the forehead of the Qianlong period?

While admiring Lin Siqi, Tan Hongguang also counted the numbers: This is a typical Ming and Qing palace-style beam-lifting structure, with four beams, in addition to purlins, columns, rafters, and ridges, as well as foreheads, beams, eaves, and eaves. ... The total number of supporting and structural parts is hundreds, and it is only one of the four pavilions in the courtyard.

Of course it doesn’t cost much in terms of materials, but they are all antiques from the Kangxi period?

The students were thinking about antiques, but Zhang Pusheng and Gao Shengdong were thinking more: the dragon-shaped pattern is okay, but regardless of the Ming and Qing Dynasties, how can ordinary people dare to use golden nan?

Neither can Master Zhang. Even if he dares to use it, no one dares to make it for him...

Subconsciously, the two of them looked at each other and knew exactly where they had probably taken it apart.

After thinking about it, a few people followed them through the door. The place was not big, and it was divided into two. The front hall and back pavilion combined would be 200 square meters, but there were so many things.

God's tablets, talismans, incense burners, offering lamps, spiritual flags, treasure covers, as well as pots, bowls, basins, lamps, made of copper, iron, porcelain or wood, are densely packed on the walls, altars, offering tables, wooden stands... .

The things were old and new, and I didn't know whether they were antiques or not, but even Lin Siqi could tell that many of them were old things.

For example, many of the talismans hanging under the beams have been smoked for at least a hundred years.

Everyone looked around and took a general look. Zhang Guangchang's eyes lit up as he stared at an incense burner.

It is very inconspicuous: no ears, no cover, no inscriptions and no patterns, like a bare basin. It's quite dirty: the inner wall is covered with fine sand and incense ash, mixed with gray and white. The outside was covered with thick soot and oil stains, and it was quite dark. It was the same color as coal.

Zhang Guangchang picked up the incense burner and knocked it twice: "It's made of copper!"

Upon hearing the news, Xiang Zhiqing and Chen Shucai also gathered around, as well as He Anbang and Lu Benzhi.

After taking a few glances, Zhang Guangchang smiled: "Look, does it look like Wu Bangzuo's furnace?"

Ma Xianming's eyes shone: "Xuande furnace?"

The hearts of others also jumped.

But Zhang Guangchang shook his head: "It's not the Siamese style of polishing copper, but the ordinary domestic brass, the shape is not like..."

He turned it over: "There is no money, but there are words on the side...palindrome? Haha..."

Several students are still thinking: Islam also has incense burners?

Zhang Guangchang raised his hand, "Li Ding'an, Kao Kao Qian, what is this?"

Lei Mingzhen's science is Arabic, and he helped Li Ding'an with his homework a lot, so it was really difficult for Li Ding'an. Moreover, after a busy night with Shu Jing, at least I know that everything in the hall has been classified and everything is clear.

"Shaji Aolan!"

"Haha, do you really know?" "Basic knowledge of Ming and Qing archeology!"

Ming and Qing archeology?

Tan Hongwu slapped his forehead: "The palindromic name of Emperor Zhengde of the Ming Dynasty."

Shen Yingxiu and Yan Zongjiang suddenly realized it, but Lin Siqi looked confused: "Ah... he still believes in Islam?"

More than just Islam?

There was no religion he didn't believe in, such as Taoism, Buddhism, Lamaism, Islam, Hinduism... That was because Christianity had not been spread to China at that time, otherwise he would have believed it.

There is no language he can't master: Tibetan, Mongolian, Islamic, and even Indian and Sanskrit. According to historical records: Tibetan, Mongolian, Hui, and Sanskrit, he knows everything.

He also gave himself the imperial title and named them both: the name of Yi Qilan is Shaji Aolan, which means young king, and the name of Buddhism is Daqing Dharma King Fengsheng Buddha, which is comparable to the Tathagata. The Tibetan Buddhist name is Karmapa, which means Venerable, and the Mongolian name is Kublai Khan, which is easier to understand.

He also asked the Ministry of Rites to make a gold book, a gold seal, a royal decree, and a palace for him. For example, during the time when he was called Kublai Khan, he did not live in the palace but lived in a tent, did not wear royal robes or furs, and did not allow his concubines and maids to call him emperor, but instead called him Tatar...it was quite ridiculous!

These are all recorded in "Wanli Yehuobian". Although it is not official history, anyone involved in the history and archeology of the Ming Dynasty should understand it. From this, it can be seen that this Senior Sister Lin really does not like to study. No wonder she has not been able to graduate for several years.

Thinking about his father, and looking at the 7-8-year-old face, he must be his biological father, right?

Ma Xianming sighed: "Is this a Zhengde furnace made in the palace?"

"It's almost the same. It should have been given to Zhu Chenhao by Emperor Zhengde before he rebelled. It can be somewhat similar to an imperial weapon, but compared with the Xuande furnace, it must be a big difference! Besides, it was burned like this, at most Consider it a remnant."

Good guy, can we compare like this?

According to historical records, three thousand Xuande furnaces were made, many of which were refined into copper coins during the Chongzhen period. How many are left?

Each one is worth hundreds of millions.

The Zhengde furnace is certainly not worth that much, but it can easily cost several million, not to mention that it is a serious sacrificial vessel.

"That's right, why did it burn like this? It's such a waste..."

"If it doesn't get ruined like this, it won't be Junior Brother Li's turn!"

"That's true. How much is it worth now?"

"Even if it is a remnant weapon, it is also a gift from the emperor. There should be hundreds of thousands of them, right?"

Several classmates were talking about it, but the others didn't care and smiled at most. However, Zhang Pusheng and Gao Shengdong had unnatural expressions on their faces.

You were still laughing at Lin Siqi just now, but you are no better: just believe what Li Ding'an says?

This is a sacrificial vessel, a sacrificial vessel... It has been placed for at least three hundred years from the Kangxi period to the present.

Let’s see who is being sacrificed?

The ancestors of the Zhu family of the Ming Dynasty!

It is no exaggeration to say that even the ones dug out from the tomb of Emperor Zhengde that are as complete as new are not as profound as this one.

Zhang Pusheng sighed and changed the topic: "Are there any such things?"

"Yes!" Li Ding'an pointed to several items around the altar, "On top there are 铓, 瓠, 篚, 翎, 笾, and in the basement there are 台, 簠, 簋, 豆, 琖..."

As he spoke, Ma Xianming counted on his fingers: "Qigu, Taisui, Chaori, Xiyue... My dear, what are the twenty-two tools for worshiping the sky?"

"Not that many, only ten pieces, and eight of them were built privately by later generations, and they were afraid of exceeding the regulations, so they were made speciously...Only the Zun and Jian can be regarded as the ritual objects of the Zhu family temple. Which generation of King Ning should have passed them down? of."

A group of people didn’t know what to say: What else do you want?

This is not an ordinary antique, but a ritual vessel used by the prince to worship heaven on behalf of the emperor.

"This is 铓!"

Chen Shucai looked at the iron stool where the incense burner was placed, and then pointed to the two iron boxes on the left and right that held yellow paper, "This is the 铏 and zu, where's the Zun and the 笾?"

"Here you are!"

Li Ding'an patted the merit bottle beside the altar table and said, "The bamboo is in the yard, right where you were sitting just now. There is a small coffee table, just below the table!"

Ma Xianming hurriedly ran over and tore off the red paper wrapping it, revealing a beautiful blue porcelain vase.

The preservation is not very good, the glaze is a little darkened, the white glaze inside the mouth has almost turned black, and there are still a few coins inside.

Looking at the condition and color, it is likely to be a blue-glazed earless statue from the official kiln of the Ming Dynasty.

"This is the Blue Ceremony! Where's the one outside?"

"Sacrifice the red!"

"Swish", several classmates were frightened into cold sweats: when the four of them were eating popsicles just now, they were gathered around the small coffee table, with teacups and popsicles placed on it. At that time, I was still thinking, why is this thing so dirty, and it doesn’t even bother to wipe it?

At that time, if anyone stretched out his foot, tens of millions would be gone...

Ma Xianming was stunned for a moment, then ran out in a swoop. As soon as he wiped it, a dazzling red glaze came into his eyes.

If you look closely, you can see that the glaze is quite bright, but there is a gap as big as a thumb on the mouth, and a nearly a long gap on the foot, which is cushioned by a brick.

Suddenly, his eyes turned red: "Li Ding'an, is this your first day playing with antiques!"

"Don't look at me...I didn't do this?"

"Then you just leave it like this?"

Li Ding'an spread his hands: "I just bought the yard yesterday afternoon. I need time to tidy it up!"

Ma Xianming choked for a moment: If we don't have time, we can't just watch the ancestral temple's ritual vessels be used as a coffee table, right?

It can be seen how many good things Li Ding'an got?

He Anbang looked around: "Where are the others?"

"Everything else is not a sacrificial weapon, it doesn't have much meaning!"

What are you talking about? Who asked you if you were a sacrificial vessel?

I'm asking about the paintings of Bada Shanren and Tang Bohu, the Ming Dynasty's forty-eight taels of silver ingots, and the one hundred taels of gold ingots...

He rolled his eyes: "Professor Zhang, Teacher Gao, please help organize it first, and we'll go take a look in other rooms!"

Zhang Pusheng nodded fiercely: "Okay!"

He finally knew. Why did Professor Wu pay so much attention to it?

The emperor built seven temples, the princes built five temples, and the officials built three temples... But look here, from Zhu Yuanzhang to Chongzhen, there were sixteen generations!

It can be seen from this that the remaining twelve sacrificial vessels were not made but lost. It is not too much to call the Zhu family temple here.

And even counting from the Kangxi period, it has been passed down for three hundred years. Apart from the Forbidden City, there is no other one.

The building is indeed a bit nondescript, like a hodgepodge, but there is no doubt that many of the structures, including the four carved beams, were dismantled from the mansions of princes and above in the Ming Dynasty.

Therefore, this ancestral hall alone is enough for the porcelain department to study for one or two years, not to mention the Jingming Dao, which has been discontinued since Kangxi in history, and the shaman hall next to it, which is also enough for the religion department to study for one or two years.

There are three departments in Songyuan College, which equals two departments. Students and professors no longer have to worry about research topics for this year and next year.

After thinking about it, Zhang Pusheng exhaled forcefully: "Students, work!"

(End of this chapter)