Best little divine farmer

"It's not easy to write in the period of the Republic of China. It's a century old object." Lin Zhiyuan laughs. Because Mr. Lin likes antiques, in order to please him, their grandchildren all read some books about antiques to learn more or less.

"How did this ink open a mouth? Oh, you see, you can buy a gap if you buy an ink." Lin Meiyun held up her ink and said with a smile, "sister xiaorou, grandfather loves you so much. It's not good for you to be so careless."

Mr. Lin also has doubts about these things. He knows something about his granddaughter. Although he won't buy expensive things, he will still choose some gadgets to please him. What's the matter with the lack of ink?

Lin Meiyun is about to throw the ink into the box. Seeing this, Tang Yifan takes a step forward and pushes Lin Meiyun away and grabs the ancient ink.

"Ah..." as soon as Lin Meiyun's body is crooked, she will fall down. She grabs Lin meihui's skirt and bares her lips. The spring is not much, but it's also very embarrassing.

The scene was chaotic for a time.

Lin meihui's face turned red. She covered her mouth in a hurry and looked at Tang Yifan angrily. If it wasn't for this guy, how could Meiyun tear her clothes.

Lin Meiyun was helped up by Lin Zhiyuan, glared at Tang Yifan and said, "what are you doing? Are you making trouble in the Lin family?"

"It's you who make trouble." Tang Yifan said lightly: "this ancient ink is expensive, but it's very rare. If you fall like this, a good piece of ink will be broken by you."

"Ha ha, don't mention this broken ink. It's just what if all these things are thrown away. There are plenty of roadside stalls, which don't occupy enough space for our Lin family." Lin Zhiyuan sneered.

"Don't look at our Lin family's storehouse so valuable. These things are not qualified to be put in. What else can be put in?" Lin xiaorou said: "since you say there are many on the roadside, you can buy me a pair."

"You think of this pile of crap as a treasure." Lin Meiyun said angrily, "that boy pushed me. He wants to apologize to me."

"That's it. It's made of bamboo." Lin Zhiyuan said that he was going to throw it out.

"Don't throw it." Liu Yuanzheng yelled: "this is a porcelain brush from the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty. It's very rare. Your fall is a damage to cultural relics and an insult to art."

Everyone was surprised to see Liu Yuanzheng, the curator of the museum, stand up. When they heard what he said, they all looked at Lin Zhiyuan's pen.

"Ha ha, this old gentleman, you must be dazzled. This pen is made of bamboo, but you say it is made of porcelain. Do you think we are stupid?" Lin Zhiyuan sneered: "if it's porcelain, I'll eat it on the spot."

"You don't have to eat. I think you can just apologize to this little brother." Liu Yuanzheng said.

Although Lin Zhiyuan is the grandson of Mr. Lin, he is too sharp and too small-minded to achieve great things. On the contrary, Tang Yifan prefers him and naturally stands on his side.

"OK, if this guy uses fake things to fool my grandfather, he'll get out of here right away." Lin Zhiyuan said.

"That's it, and that." Lin meihui pointed to the rest. They don't believe that Tang Yifan can buy anything good.

"Then who will judge?" Lin Meiyun asked.

"If you don't dislike it, Liu is willing to be a notary." Liu Yuanzheng said that he was at the purchase site and naturally knew the origin of these things.

"Ha ha, what qualifications do you have to be a judge?" Lin Zhiyuan asked. He also heard that the old man was partial to Tang Yifan and naturally didn't want him to judge.

"He is Liu Yuanzheng, director of the Provincial Museum, and an expert in cultural relics. If he is not qualified, no one is qualified." Someone said.

Lin Zhiyuan's face turned red when he saw that he was the curator of the museum. Just now, he doubted that he was not qualified. As a result, he was an expert.

"If you want to confuse black and white, we Lin family are not easy to cheat." Lin Zhiyuan warned.

"Let's invite curator Liu to show the charm of these things." Seeing that Tang Yifan and his granddaughter were so confident, master Lin did not stop them. He also wanted to see the secret of these ordinary things.

"OK, then I'll make a fool of myself." Liu Yuanzheng replied, first of all, open the roll of paper, which is covered with various exquisite patterns, and the color of each paper is somewhat different.

"This paper looks good. It's a little yellow. It looks like an old thing."

"Well, you see how well-balanced the pattern is. It's really beautiful."

"It's the first time I've seen such paper. It's said that it's easy for paper to be ashed. It's hard to see ancient paper. I don't know if it's fake. Now there are many fake ones."

When people saw the paper, they talked about it.

"As you say, paper is very difficult to preserve. It has been almost invisible for a long time. Nowadays, most of the paper handed down is in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, and the Qing Dynasty is the largest." Liu Yuanzheng held up the paper and said: "no matter how it is made, modern paper is different from ancient paper. After time and erosion, the top of the paper has been oxidized, and the yellowing color is very uniform. If you scratch it with your fingernail, you will find that it is still this yellowing color, because the whole paper has been completely oxidized, Modern paper is mostly made by smoking. As long as you scratch it with your fingernail, it will show a white mark. This is the basis of identification. "

Liu Yuanzheng said, and then found a person, said: "this gentleman, please gently scratch in the corner."

"Well, good." The person who was called was a little excited. It was a piece of paper that had been sleeping for hundreds of years. He had never seen it before, so he scraped it carefully.

"What color?" Liu Yuanzheng asked.

"Ancient yellow." The crowd arrived.

"Yes, it's also ancient Yellow inside." Liu Yuanzheng said: "according to the material and pattern, it was made in the middle of the Qing Dynasty. According to the workmanship, it was a very rare multicolored paper used by the emperor."

"Wow, it's ancient paper."

"It's for the emperor."

"Well, I can make a down payment on these pieces of paper."

A group of people were talking, and they all carefully looked at the rare ancient paper.

Lin Zhiyuan was embarrassed to see whether it was ancient paper or royal paper. They didn't open it just now and subconsciously thought it was fake, but they couldn't recognize it even if they opened it.

"Curator Liu, show me the old man." Master Lin likes calligraphy very much. If he can get such paper, he will be happy.

Liu Yuanzheng handed over the paper.

"Good, good. It's so beautiful. It's so rare." Mr. Lin carefully looked at it. When he turned to the last one, he suddenly saw eight words on it.

"Ah, there are still eight words on it. They are always smiling. It's a coincidence that it was written by an old friend. It happened to be on my grandfather's birthday. Congratulations. " Lin Meiyun's man is closer to the old man. After seeing the words above, he smiles and blesses him.

Liu Yuanzheng didn't see the last one, so he walked in to have a look. His eyes brightened, and then his brows wrinkled again.