I Can Extract Abilities From Antiques

"Isn't the door closed?" Hu Muzhi muttered to himself, and then came to the courtyard gate from the hall.

I saw Wang Chengfeng, who was wearing a gray short-sleeved Tang suit, standing outside the threshold of the yard with a bag in his hand, and did not come in.

After seeing Hu Muzhi, Wang Chengfeng said, "Hello, Muzhi.

Hearing what Wang Chengfeng called him, Hu Muzhi had an illusion that the two seemed to be old friends who had known each other for many years.

However, this is the first time the two met in the real sense.

"Old Wang, come here, don't stand at the door, please come in." Hu Muzhi then welcomed Wang Chengfeng into the courtyard.

Just when Hu Muzhi led Wang Chengfeng to the Zhongtang for a meeting, Wang Chengfeng pointed to the stone table and stone bench under the plane tree and said, "Muzhi, don't go to Zhongtang, just sit under the plane tree, don't have a lot of fun. Ya Jing.

"Okay, then you sit down for a while, and I'll make a pot of tea.

Soon, Hu Muzhi made a pot of tea and poured a cup for Wang Chengfeng and himself.

Siheyuan, sycamore tree, floral tea fragrance.

In such an atmosphere, both of them feel very elegant.

This is one sentence at a time.

Chatting and chatting, Wang Chengfeng suddenly said with a serious face: "Muzhi, do you know? Before I saw your calligraphy and painting, I always thought that my writing was always better than others, just like Mr. Dongpo's poems. Said, "I don't know the true face of Mount Lu, only because I was born in this mountain"

"But after seeing your calligraphy and painting, I realized how superficial my knowledge of calligraphy is."

"So today, I would like to ask you to help me appreciate my calligraphy and painting, and by the way point out its shortcomings."

When Hu Muzhi heard this, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, because it is very difficult to really see the shortcomings and deficiencies of other people's works. This is calligraphy appreciation.

This kind of "eye-catching eyes" of appreciation is cultivated through continuous accumulation in the process of practicing calligraphy.

Needless to say, Wang Chengfeng must think that Hu Muzhi, who can write such beautiful handwriting, has this ability.

However, does Hu Muzhi have it?

There really is.

Because Wang Xizhi's cursive calligraphy was engraved in Hu Muzhi's mind, just like all Wang Xizhi's own perceptions of cursive script.

In addition, there is also the ability to orderly, which makes Hu Muzhi's views on calligraphy to a deeper level.

Therefore, Hu Muzhi did not refuse Wang Chengfeng's request. He nodded and said, "Mr. Wang, take out your calligraphy and painting."

"Muzhi, I didn't bring my calligraphy and painting here." Wang Chengfeng smiled awkwardly.

No, what about appreciation? Are you kidding me?

"I want to write on the spot, so Muzhi, you can see the shortcomings of my writing and finishing. Wang Chengfeng continued.

"That's it," Hu Muzhi showed a clear look.

Wang Chengfeng took out the contents of the black bag one by one.

There is an inkstone table, a writing brush, a pen holder, a ruler, a rice paper, and a pen wash.

Anyway, everything is available.

But when Hu Muzhi saw the blue and white brush wash, his eyes narrowed.

Because this wash is so beautiful.

"Old Wang, can I take a look at this wash?" Hu Muzhi asked.

"Of course." Wang Chengfeng nodded.

After getting the other party's consent, Hu Muzhi started watching.

This wash has an elegant and chic shape, and the blue and white decorations are washed and splashed.

The mouth of the vessel is in the shape of a ten-petal flower, and the wall also has corresponding edges, extending from the mouth to the foot of the vessel.

On the outside of the ten-lobed rib, each is decorated with a frameless dragon, with rising dragons and descending dragons alternately. The inner and outer bottoms are decorated with a large five-clawed dragon accompanied by auspicious clouds. There are twelve five-clawed dragons in the whole vessel, which is very rare.

And the glaze is thick, delicate, smooth, shiny and clean.

The bottom of the utensils is white, and the touch is extremely delicate, like glutinous rice flour.

The blue and white are rich and deep, the lines are hazy, and the blue is mixed with black spots, which bite into the fetal bone and feel uneven when touched by hand.

Although there is no sign at the bottom, Hu Muzhi already knows that this is a Yongle blue and white.

The Yongle Dynasty of Ming Dynasty lasted 21 years, and it was a period of strong national power in the Ming Dynasty.

With the prosperity of Jingdezhen porcelain industry and the continuous progress of technology, it is famous for its fine tire and glaze, rich blue color, diverse shapes and beautiful decoration.

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"The Yongle blue-and-white dragon-patterned pen wash, the object that opens the door." Hu Muzhi said in a slightly excited tone.

"Muzhi, do you still know antiques?" Wang Chengfeng was surprised when Hu Muzhi pronounced the name of the wash.

Hu Muzhi would like to say that antique appreciation is my main occupation, and calligraphy is just a sideline.

But in the end he didn't say anything, just nodded.

At the same time, Hu Muzhi has developed a strong interest in the ability of this Yongle blue and white.

According to the ability of Yuan Dynasty blue and white extraction to identify Yuan Dynasty porcelain at a glance, Hu Muzhi estimated that this Yongle blue and white is likely to be the ability to distinguish Ming Dynasty porcelain at a glance.

Thinking of this, Hu Muzhi wanted Wang Chengfeng to keep this Yongle blue and white pen wash on his side for seven days.

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But unlike Jiaxuan Inkstone, the value of this wash is very high now. According to Hu Muzhi's estimate, the Yongle blue and white of such a quality is worth at least 800,000 yuan.

Is it possible for such a precious piece of porcelain to be stored on my side for 7 days?

Therefore, Hu Muzhi did not rush to speak, and was ready to talk about this matter after Wang Chengfeng finished writing.

After everything was laid out, Hu Muzhi helped grind it.

Wang Chengfeng pressed the rice paper with a ruler, and after the wolf brush was covered with ink, he began to swipe and sprinkle the ink.

In a short time, a beautiful word is written.

"Muzhi, help me appreciate it." Wang Chengfeng put the wolf pen in his hand back on the pen holder and opened his mouth to Hu Muzhi.

Hu Muzhi nodded and looked carefully.

After a long while, he said: "Old Wang, although your words are good, when I watched your writing just now, luck had a slight sense of frustration."5

"It makes the writing less airy and fluid."

"Also, the layout of the rules is too uniform, and there is a feeling of deliberately creating rules. Although it looks like a whole, it doesn't give people the feeling of being in one go."

Listening to the shortcomings pointed out by Hu Muzhi, Wang Chengfeng did not have the slightest dissatisfaction on his face, but was full of joy.

Because of this shortcoming, he was not aware of it.

And these words of Hu Muzhi are reminding him to work.