The Whole World Was Stunned When My Home Was Exposed

Opening the old yellow pear wooden box, the first thing that catches the eye is a stone inkstone.

On the stone tablet, the word Zizhan was sharply engraved.

The only one who can engrave the two characters Zizhan on the stone is the lay Buddhist Dongpo.

Lay Shi Dongpo wandered around in his later years, leaving behind a lot of the four treasures of the study.

But this Fangshi is written by Zi Zhan, not He Zhong.

It shows that this square stone inkstone was used by the lay master Dongpo in his early years.

In the early years, the inkstones used by lay master Dongpo could be so complete and the stone carvings so clear.

Not to mention its specific value, the light meaning is very common.

Besides this ashlar, there are five pens.

The pens of these five pens are golden brown.

The tip of the tip is facing the light, like it's stained with blood.

This is obviously made by the golden horses of Aharje, that is, the horses of the sweaty BMW.

Now Ahalje Golden Horse is hard to come by.

Even when Su Xian was young, he always wanted to find a good brush for himself.

In the end, only a brush made by Xuelang Langhao was found.

Carved on the paperweight are two Tang lions.

In Tang Shi's mouth, there is a treasure seal in his mouth.

This paperweight can be seen at a glance.

Only the prosperity and magnificence of the prosperous Tang Dynasty can be in the style of the times at that time.

Give these two Tang lions such a lively, full, and solitary demeanor.

These three good things, any one for the literati, are "the treasures that can't be exchanged for five, seven or three thousand dollars.

And each of these three things, the price is indeed worth thousands of dollars.

But in this old pear box, there is one thing.

It is these three good things that add up and cannot all be compared.

This good thing is exactly two ink-colored cylinders.

These two ink-colored cylinders are each only the length of a palm.

But there are nine ink dragons carved on it.

The bodies of the nine ink dragons hovered together, but they could clearly distinguish the posture of each dragon.

The armor of each dragon is seen with a macro lens.

You can also see the pieces clearly.

The two palm-length golden cylinders are covered with a thin layer of amber.

Before Li Chang was at the Old Palace Gate, the 70-year-old daughter Hong used beeswax.

Now the two black cylinders are made of amber.

The properties of the two are similar, both with a rich rosin flavor.

It's just that the 70-year-old daughter Hong used beeswax to let the rosin enter the wine.

The two ink-colored stone pillars are wrapped in amber.

Just to show its dignity.

The Huizhou ink Su Xian just took out was much darker than the usual ink.

Even black and shiny.

Looking at it alone, it will make people feel.

The piece of Huizhou ink that Su took out was the blackest thing in the world.

However, everything is scary.

If the piece of Huizhou ink that Su Xian took was compared to the two black dragon columns in the box.

Immediately appear grayish purple, the color is not correct.

Su Xian watched without blinking at the two dark-colored dragon pillars in the old pear wood box.

The tone was very certain, but he asked firmly.

"This is Huizhou Guanmo Longmo!"

The certainty in Su Xian's words is because Su Xian is a historian.

At a glance, the two ink-colored dragon pillars were determined.

What Su Xian coughed was the fact that the two ink-colored dragon pillars had been preserved so completely over the past two thousand years.

Even the amber layer that seals the ink has not been damaged in the slightest.

Li Rui heard the words, nodded and said with a smile.

"Grandpa, these two pieces are indeed the prison dragon ink among the Huizhou officials."

"The preservation is relatively complete.

When Li Chang was preparing gifts for Su Xian.

He specially asked Li Liang to help him find something about the Four Treasures of the Study in the auction house.

It just so happened that there was a family with considerable background that sold their assets because of business failure.

Take some of the ancestors' collections to the auction house.

Among them, there are two pieces of Huizhou official ink dragon ink.

After Li Liang found out, he immediately told Li Chang.

Li Chang directly crossed the auction house and made personal contact with the seller.

In the end, at the price of 7.4 million, he won these two pieces of dragon ink.

The things in this world are indeed very rare.

But there are too many kinds of things.

Every category of things has the rarest among them.

Like ink, it's gone after use.

Belongs to a consumable.

Even the prisoner dragon ink in the official possession, this is the top thing in Huizhou ink.

To be able to sell at such a price, Li Rui was already trying to save time, but he was afraid that he would really need to fight for the one he liked.

And doubled the price.

The preciousness of Huizhou Guanmo Longmo lies not in its price.

Mainly because of its rarity.

Even in private hands, there is a certain amount of private storage.

But this kind of price is not high, but it is extraordinarily meaningful collection.

Unless there are a few prodigals in the descendants, it is impossible to flow to the market.

Su Xian carefully picked up a piece of dragon ink.

But before meeting Prisoner Longmo, Su Xiangxian was afraid that the temperature in his hands would soften the amber.

He picked up a square scarf on the table and took prisoner Longmo in his hand to watch it carefully.

Feel the weathered pattern on the amber seal.

Su Xian said.

"Sure enough, it is the model ink in the Huizhou official ink dragon ink in the Southern Tang Dynasty!"

"When I was young, I was fortunate enough to see a few pieces of prison dragon ink."

"Eight dragons are engraved on those prison dragons."

"The ones engraved with nine dragons are the first batch of official inks dedicated to the top."

"Xiaochang, Fang Yantai, five brushes and paperweight, I'm willing to use all of them, old man, and it's not bad."

"But these two dragon inks, old man, I can't bear to break the amber seal.

Li Chang heard the words and said with a smile.

"Grandpa can use it if he wants to, and if he doesn't want to use it, he can keep it for a while."

"In Huizhou official ink, in addition to dragon ink, there are also Zhu Xuanmo, Peony Fajinsai, etc., all kinds of famous ink products.

"Zhu Xuanmo, I have received the news that it will be auctioned at Christie's on November 6th.

"When the time comes, I will give Grandpa the three Zhu Xuanmo sticks.

Li Rui's words were easy, but Su Xian knew that Li Rui cared about him.

Otherwise, there is no need for Li Rui to say this.

If it wasn't really good to the Sui people, there would be no need to make this old man happy.

Su Xian was reluctant to use these two Huizhou official ink dragon ink.

But with these two pieces of dragon ink, Su Zaixian's half of Huizhou ink made him willing.

This Huizhou ink of Su Xian was not produced in modern times either.

If we really want to go back, this half of the ink in Su Xian's hands was produced at least six hundred years ago.

Li Chang helped Su Xian take out the inkstone and paperweight from the old yellow pear wooden box.

He helped Su Xian hang the brush on the pen holder.

The Sui people added a little water to Taichung just like when they were children.

Then, he took the Huizhou ink in Jiang Su's hand and ground it finely.

As soon as the ink enters the water, it spreads out like pine smoke in the water.

In the process of grinding, there is not the slightest sound.0

It combines the characteristics of Huizhou ink as hard as jade and silent research.

At the same time, in the house without any miscellaneous smell, a light ink fragrance emerges.

It shows that this piece of Huizhou ink used the craftsmanship of the hometown.

The taste of spices that has been passed down for thousands of years is applied to the ink.

The pen is fragrant, and it is not elegant.

Su Xian looked at the inkstone, the paperweight and the writing brush were delighted.

Lay out the rice paper and press the paperweight on the rice paper.

Immediately, he brought over a writing brush made from the mane of the Akhal Tekin.

It was dipped in a little Sue-grown ink.

Then he wrote a famous sentence from Master Tang Feng.

[Suddenly, a fragrant fragrance spreads overnight, and it scatters into a thousand miles of spring.

As a historian and geologist, Su Xian is not a literati in the traditional sense.

It's like the difference between a science student and a liberal arts student.

But this did not prevent Su Xian from writing well.

Whether a person's handwriting is good or bad is related to age.

Generally, a master calligrapher has his own style and strengths when he is young.

After honing, he became his own school in middle age.

At that time, the body function was at its best, the pen did not shake, and the wrist was strong.

Basically, the peak works of famous artists were all written at this time.

When I get old, my energy and energy diminish, and I can't hold the pen stably.

Words are naturally not as good as they were when they were young.

Su Xian's words are written in dragons and snakes.

But there is no silver hook iron painting as expected.

The room is wide open, but it reveals a delicate feeling.

Li Chang knew at a glance that when Su Xian was young, he copied the fonts of Duke Yan and Duke Liu the most.

Has a bit of a taste of tendon and willow bone.

Not to mention that old people like to be praised.

Su Xian's handwriting alone is indeed worthy of praise.

"Grandpa's words are quite true to Duke Yan and Duke Liu!"

"Bone with tendons and bones, that's probably how it feels!"

Hearing this, Su Xian laughed.

Su Xian has always been confident in his own words.

In his later years, Su Xian was involved in poetry circles that he had never been in when he was young.

Su Xian's handwriting is always enviable when it comes to gatherings.

And Li Chang also boasted to the point.

Since Su Xian wanted to practice calligraphy, he has been imitating the works of Yan Gong and Liu Gong with the ancients as teachers.

Today, both the granddaughter and grandson-in-law went home, and Su Xian was very happy.

Therefore, the characters are also very well written.

Obviously just wrote a few strokes at random.

But Su Xian was reluctant to throw away the words he wrote out like he usually practiced calligraphy.

Simply put it aside.

After personally dipping Li Rui with ink, he handed the pen to Li Chang.

Then hanging on crutches, he moved to the side.

He gave Li Rui his seat at the table.

Li Chang has never been a prankster.

He picked up the pen and wrote the poem "Eight To" in the way he was most accustomed to.

Yan Gong and Liu Gong, the four masters of calligraphy, were all masters of calligraphy at that time.

Fonts have been passed down through the ages.

And Li Chang has acquired the skill of calligraphy master, and has become a contemporary master who can be compared with Yan Gong and Liu Gong.

The pen style of writing by myself has become its own style.

Li Chang's pen was as terrifying as a dragon, and his force penetrated the back of the paper.

Every meal has a particularly sharp feeling.

like a mountain.

And while the clouds and waters are flowing, there is a sense of a big river Taotao.

When Li Chang finished his writing, an exquisite character had already appeared on this piece of rice paper.

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