The Book of Appreciation

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Wu Di was not surprised to hear Zhong Qing said that those people were desperadoes. The big man's eyes were murderous just now, but it showed that they really had something good in their hands.Unfortunately, as Wen Yaru said, even if there are good things, he has no chance.He just didn't expect that his luck would be so good, he caught a random person and asked, and he found a group of real tomb robbers!

Zhong Qing didn't hear Wu Di's reply, so he gave two hellos and said:

"Don't take it seriously, Zuo Li risked being punished to reveal this news. Oh, by the way, what do you think of that girl?"

"How about what?"

"Don't pretend to be confused with me! Tell me!"

"Old sister, you can't make fun of me if you have nothing to do? I don't have any feelings for that girl, she's so fierce, it's like everyone owes her two catties of money."

"Hehe, it was you who offended him first, so it's no wonder they treated you so badly."

"Offend her? I haven't even seen it, okay?"

"Mom found a few blind dates for you a while ago, but as a result, you ran around the house without seeing any of them. Later, when I heard that you already had a goal, my mother pushed them all away. Yours clear?"

Wu Di didn't know whether to laugh or cry, what kind of shit is this shit!I said you little girl, didn't you just not have a blind date?Make it look like menopause, public revenge!Wu Di put Zuo Li in the cold palace from the bottom of his heart, cherished his life, and stayed away from Zuo Li!

Lao Zheng's shop is not big, but the name is nice, it's called Yazhuzhai.Wu Di, who had just filled a bottle of mineral water, immediately thought of the teahouse when he saw the sour purple signboard.Lao Zheng looked very young, but according to himself, he was the same age as Wen Yaru, and the three of them sat down in the VIP room after being polite for a while.

"Whose paintings do you want to see, brother? I don't have many good things here, but there are not many. I think Old Wen has already given you the details, right?"

"Hehe, Uncle Zheng, you can look at anyone's paintings. I'm new to this area, and I'm just learning from experience. But before we look at the paintings, I would like to trouble you to help me take a look at this first."

As Wu Di said, he took out a black oblate stone from his pocket.

Wen Yaru said "Hey" with a thoughtful expression on his face. Lao Zheng picked up the stone and looked at it for a long time, then rubbed a soft cloth on the dark surface, handed the stone to Wen Yaru, and said:

"Looks like a lump of ink, but I can't see it right."

Wen Yaru looked at it for a while, then said:

"Old Zheng, take out your unique skill, mix some potion, and make it visible. I think it's probably a piece of ink. Looking at it like this, I'm afraid it's not a small one."

Lao Zheng turned around and went out to dispense the potion. Wen Yaru swayed and kept looking at Wu Di. Wu Di was puzzled by him and asked:

"Uncle Wen, what's the matter? Is there anything wrong with me? "

"I said, how do you get your eyes? Why are they so poisonous? They took them out and shook them, then threw them on the ground, but you are the only one who can tell they are babies?"

Wu Di smiled bitterly and said:

"Uncle Wen, I was looking at miscellaneous items two days ago, and I happened to see the chapter on Qianlong's imperial ink making. It seems that many of his ink blocks are such a large oblate shape, so when I saw this stone, I thought about it. Picking it up, I was taken away by that stinky girl, and I haven't had time to look at it, and I don't know what it is."

"Here, take a look. What do you want me to say about your kid's luck?"

Wu Di smiled and didn't answer, but looked carefully.Tianshu told him the answer as early as the moment he picked up the stone,

"Qing Mo Poems Made by Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty, Wang Jinsheng, authentic."

But he looked at it for a long time, but he couldn't find any certifiable features except for some faintly exposed black gold powder from a place the size of a broad bean.If he only had to look at it with his eyesight, he wouldn't be able to recognize it as a piece of imperial ink except for its shape.

After looking at it with a magnifying glass for a long time, I can vaguely see some messy strokes on the round edge of the ink stick, which should not be scratches, and there is nothing else to gain.While looking at it, he thought to himself, it's a pity, the ink quality is too poor, I'm afraid it's useless.

Boss Zheng came in with a basin of clear water and asked Wu Di to put the ink in it for a try. Wu Di smiled and said:

"I'm afraid relying on clean water will have no effect?"

"If you tell you to let it go, you just let it go. There are so many weird words! This is the potion secretly made by Lao Zheng. It has a miraculous effect on all kinds of attachments and glues. The fake wool I bought back then showed its shape!"

When Wu Di heard the words and put the ink sticks in, Boss Zheng put the basin aside and said with a smile:

"Go to eat first, and it will be almost done after eating."

There were only three people in Boss Zheng's shop, and he also hired a nanny to cook outside. The taste was no worse than that in Wen Yaru's shop. Wu Di ate two big bowls. Fortunately, Wen Yaru had reported the meal in advance, otherwise it would not be enough.

After eating, the three of them came to the VIP room. At this time, the water in the basin had turned dark black.Lao Zheng put on rubber gloves, took a small toothbrush, picked up the ink stick and brushed gently.Every few strokes, he stopped to look, and the movement became faster and faster. After a while, a clean ink block appeared in front of the three of them.

"The poems and ink poems written by Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty are not bad, good stuff!"

Lao Zheng sighed, handed the ink to Wu Di, and went out with the dirty water.

Wu Di and Wen Yaru got together to appreciate it. It was a perfectly round ink block with a diameter of about 10 cm and a thickness of about 2 cm. At this moment, after being cleaned by Lao Zheng's powerful potion, it finally revealed its true appearance.

The pattern of double dragons playing with pearls on the front, one on the left and one on the right, is lifelike, and the central official script reads "Imperial Ink Poetry"; Tibetan ink, made in the reign of Qianlong".There are three side inscriptions, one is "Qianlong year system of the Qing Dynasty".One is the three characters "Wang Jinsheng", and the other is a seal, "Jian Gu Zhai".

"It turned out to be the tribute ink made by Wang Jinsheng, Guzhai Guzhai! Don't tell me, it's really a good thing!"

Old Zheng just pushed the door open and entered. Hearing Wen Yaru's words, he rushed up a few steps, grabbed the ink stick in his hand, and asked:

"Wang Jinsheng? Could it be that besides Jian Guzhai, this piece of tribute ink has the maker's signature?"

"Yes, it's on the other side. Uncle Zheng, is it strange that Yumo signed the name?"

"Xiao Wu, let me ask you, do you know Wang Jinsheng?"

"I know that Wang Jinsheng is a famous ink maker in the Qing Dynasty. "Ink shop. Its ink carving work, ingenious decoration, all of which are beautiful, are as famous as Cao Sugong and Wang Jie'an. It has the reputation of "the near saint of today is the court of the past."

"That's right, then do you know that imperial ink is divided into two types: imperial ink and imperial ink?"

"Oh? Is there a difference between the two?"

"Of course there is. The imperial ink refers to the ink specially used by the emperor, which is usually made by the Imperial Book Department. Although this imperial ink is also the emperor's ink, it is not a special ink. There are two main uses for it. One is that it is specially used after grinding For the extension of the imperial ink stele, one is to reward ministers for their work, so there are various sources. Most of the tribute ink in various places are the characters of the imperial ink that were engraved by the imperial script office later. But the tribute ink is marked with the ink maker. Very few, most of them are only marked with the names of ink workshops such as Sanxitang, Mo Miaoxuan, etc. Do you think this ink treasure is not precious?"

"It turns out that there is still such knowledge, the boy has been taught."

Wu Di stood up, gave a respectful salute, and sighed in his heart, China has a long history, and the knowledge of antiques is also extensive and profound, what he has mastered is really a drop in the ocean!

Lao Zheng couldn't put it down because of the imperial poems written in ink, and after playing with them for a long time, he asked:

"Xiao Wu, are you interested in selling this item? I can offer up to 150 million."

Wen Yaru laughed and said:

"This kid is a rich man, I'm afraid he doesn't like your little money."

Sure enough, Wu Di smiled wryly and said:

"Uncle Wen was joking. It's not a matter of money or not. The key is that I also like to collect. I don't have a piece of ink stone on hand. I'm really sorry."

Old Zheng sighed, returned the ink to Wu Di, and said:

"One day you want to sell, you must come to me, I will definitely offer the highest price."

Wu Diqian laughed and said:

"sure."

Old Zheng took a sip of tea and said with a smile:

"Let's not talk about this ink, let's get down to business! Xiaowu, do you know why my shop is called Yazhuzhai?"

"I don't know, just listening to the name, I really can't tell whether it is a teahouse or an antique shop."

"Good boy, look for it! How dare you say my shop name like that! In fact, the old people in this industry know that this name is because there are three out-of-print rare bamboo paintings in the shop. Guess whose work they are? If you guess right, I will show you all of them!"