"Mr. Zhang, don't be too impatient. Maybe the matter is not as serious as we thought."

At this time, Gao Dequan consoled him: "Besides, the detection methods 20 years ago are incomparable to those now. Counterfeit products that could not be detected 20 years ago may now be detected through advanced professional instruments."

"I also understand this." Mr. Zhang sighed: "However, professional instruments are becoming more and more advanced, but Mr. Zhu Da will also make progress."

"This is also..." Gao Dequan nodded, admitting that Mr. Zhang was right. You must know that as the instruments become more advanced, the detected data will become more detailed, which in turn can promote technological progress.

This is a cycle, and there is no vicious circle or virtuous cycle. Anyway, it is a double-edged sword. When used to do good things, it represents justice, and when used to do bad things, it represents evil.

Next, the three of them chatted for a while, and Mr. Zhang's son and daughter-in-law came over.

This middle-aged couple has extraordinary bearing. Judging from their words and deeds, they should be figures within the system. However, Wang Guan was only guessing in his heart and had no intention of exploring.

After the middle-aged couple came over, the topic naturally changed. Several elders were present, and they talked about nothing more than national affairs or social moral issues. During this period, they mainly talked about it, criticizing and accusing, and even swearing.

Next to him, Gao Dequan echoed from time to time, playing a flattering role. Mr. Zhang's son, on the other hand, looked a little embarrassed and fidgeted. Sometimes he would defend himself in a low voice, but he was immediately criticized even more severely by Mr. Zhang.

As for Wang Guan and Mr. Zhang’s wife, they are the soy sauce workers and are responsible for pouring tea and water.

After a while, Su Yu also came down. After saying hello to everyone, he chatted with Mr. Zhang's wife, so Wang Guan was left alone to make soy sauce.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for dinner time to arrive, and more than half an hour passed while we drank and drank. Everyone was satiated. After sitting for a while, the middle-aged couple took their leave.

It's only about eight o'clock in the evening. Unless necessary, modern people will not go to bed so early.

Several people gathered in the living room and continued chatting. At this moment, Mr. Zhang suddenly said: "Xiao Yu, the incense you ordered today is good, is there any more? If so, I will order some more for the old man."

"Okay, Grandpa Zhang, please wait a moment." Su Yu smiled, turned around and went up to the second floor. After a few minutes, he came down holding a wooden tray.

Wang looked around and saw many things on the tray. There were small stoves, small bottles, small jars, etc. There were also some small utensils that he couldn't name, let alone their specific uses.

Not only Wang Guan, but also Gao Dequan was a little confused.

However, the title of Mr. Zhang’s Miscellaneous Master is not for nothing. After looking at it for a moment, he said with a smile: “Xiao Yu, your incense tray seems to be quite old.”

"Grandpa Zhang really has a bright eye." At the same time, Su Yu said with a smile: "This incense plate is from the Southern Song Dynasty. The material is pure sandalwood. It has a history of **hundred years."

"It's not just the incense tray. It also includes the incense burner, incense box, fire-proof sand piece, spoon and chopsticks... I'm afraid they are also ancient things." Mr. Zhang said with a smile, his tone was very sure.

"Grandpa Zhang is so awesome." Su Yu said with a smile in his eyes and a bit of a sigh: "Unfortunately, these things belong to different eras and are not complete sets."

"Xiao Yu, you are greedy." Mr. Zhang shook his head and said: "In ancient times, these things were not sold in sets. What's more, since they have been passed down from generation to generation, many things are rotten, and it is even more impossible to come in sets."

"Grandpa Zhang's words are the same as my grandfather's." Su Yu smiled and put the tray down. Then, she opened the small boxes of bottles and cans on the tray and scooped some in different portions with a spoon.

The powder is placed in the center of the tray.

"What is she doing?" Wang Guan asked quietly, somewhat confused.

Gao Dequan mused: "It seems to be in Hexiang."

"I've only heard of agarwood, sandalwood, musk, and ambergris, but I don't know what agarwood is?" Wang Guan said with a smile. He didn't know it before, but now he can guess more or less by looking at Su Yu's movements.

"You're so ignorant!" At this moment, Su Yu glanced. Although she didn't speak, her eyes accurately conveyed the meaning. Then she lowered her head and rolled up her sleeves, revealing a pair of very white pairs with delicate knuckles.

Jade's hands gently mixed the powder sprinkled on the tray.

Instantly, the powder flew slightly, and wisps of fragrance came out.

At this time, I could see Su Yu concentrating on it, constantly mixing the fragrant powder with his hands. His movements were fast and slow, sometimes like Tai Chi cloud hands, sometimes like stroking the Yao Qin, the changes were unpredictable.

After a while, the air was filled with an intoxicating aroma. Su Yu stopped moving, raised his head and said with a smile, "Grandpa Zhang, I'm sorry. Due to insufficient preparation of materials, we can only do this."

"It doesn't matter. It's an unexpected joy to be able to see the technique of combining incense that has been lost for more than a hundred years. What else can I ask for?" Mr. Zhang laughed, his tone full of emotion.

Su Yu smiled slightly, poured the mixed fragrant powder onto a smooth porcelain piece, then took out a mold-like thing, lightly pressed it on the fragrant powder, and a seal character "Shou" appeared in front of everyone's eyes.

Then, Su Yu lightly lit the incense powder. In an instant, a wisp of light smoke rose up. For a while, it gathered into a thin line and soared upwards, seemingly there or not, like a hairspring. For a while, it poured down again, like pieces of catkins.

It's like a sea of ​​clouds, mountains and mist.

Anyway, the cigarettes disappear and appear, gather and disperse, and are ever-changing and indescribable. For a moment, the hall is filled with a tranquil atmosphere, which makes people feel calm, as if they have entered the state of meditation called by Buddhism.

At the same time, everyone was no longer interested in talking. They just breathed gently and savored the elegant fragrance.

After a long time, I heard Mr. Zhang sigh and say: "What a good thing. It's a pity that the way of combining incense is gradually declining like poetry, poetry, music, dance, chess and other pure arts."

"Others are okay. At least there is a heritage. Even if you don't know about it, you have at least heard of it. However, except for some experts and scholars, people with hobbies, and old men like me, I'm afraid there aren't many of them.

People know it."

Mr. Zhang glanced at Wang Guan, shook his head and said: "Especially the young people, they only know about Chanel, but they probably don't know what Hexiang is, let alone how popular Hexiang was in ancient times. Red sleeves were used to add incense to accompany reading.

The highest ideal of a scholar can no longer be enjoyed."

"Mr. Zhang, you can't blame us young people for everything."

At this time, Wang Guan smiled awkwardly, and then retorted aggrievedly: "You must know that the education we receive is all formulated by you. How can we understand things that are not in books or in society? Even if we want to understand, we don't have the conditions.

ah."

"That's true."

Zhang Laoyi was startled and nodded: "I have indeed wronged you. After the late Qing Dynasty, due to frequent wars and the invasion of Western civilization, no one had the heart to continue learning the arts of flower arranging, drinking tea, playing chess, and combining incense.

Especially after the founding of the People's Republic of China, they didn't even have enough food to eat, so they couldn't care less about it, so they basically disappeared."

"So, until the problem of food and clothing is not solved, any talk about art is nonsense."

Wang Guan said casually: "The economic base solves the superstructure. When people's living conditions improve, they will naturally pursue higher levels of spiritual enjoyment. However, to put it bluntly, it is like the art of incense, flower arrangement, tea ceremony, and chess.

Regardless of ancient or modern times, I am afraid that only some people can afford to play it and play it well. It is probably unrealistic to popularize it among all the people."

"Unreasonable!"

When Su Yu heard the sound, his lips moved and he spoke silently, but he couldn't think of a reason to argue.

"Right……"

However, Mr. Zhang and Gao Dequan were very rational, and after thinking about it for a moment, they realized that what Wang Guan said made sense. Anything that can be called art must be studied carefully and consume a lot of time and energy. Ordinary people need to support their families, where can they find it?

This kind of skill is only for occasional fun and contact to satisfy temporary spiritual enjoyment. It is impossible to last long.

Of course, this proposition is very big and involves social division of labor and various aspects of issues. It cannot be explained in a few words, so Wang Guan and others will not discuss it further.

More than an hour later, the incense seal with the character "Shou" was burned. Mr. Zhang was old and lacked energy, so he simply went back to his room to rest. As for Gao Dequan, he asked Mr. Zhang for two ancient books, and he also went back to his room to read.

At this time, Wang Guan was watching TV boredly, while Su Yu was packing the incense utensils. No one spoke, and it seemed that the atmosphere in the hall was somewhat silent. After a while, Su Yu suddenly said: "You said it wrong."

"Uh..." Wang Guan was a little stunned and didn't react for a moment.

After that, Su Yu picked up the incense plate, turned around and walked towards the second floor. When he reached the corner stairs, he took advantage of the gap to look at Wang Guan and hummed: "The path of incense has never been cut off, and it has been long ago."

It has become popular among all people.”

As he spoke, Su Yu walked up to the second floor briskly with slender steps like a willow, and disappeared from the corridor in the blink of an eye.

"It has not been cut off, and it has become popular among all people?" Wang Guan scratched his head. His first reaction was that it was impossible. Then he thought deeply, and then he suddenly realized it and understood it completely.

At this time, Wang Guan understood what Su Yu meant. The popularization of incense among the people should refer to Taoist temples and the tradition of burning incense to ancestors on the first and fifteenth day of the lunar month. Especially the custom of worshiping ancestors that has lasted for thousands of years.

, even in the special decade of the last century, I am afraid it was not banned.

Theoretically speaking, what Su Yu said is absolutely correct, and it is not far-fetched, but the meaning is not that, and the nature is completely different. You must know that what we just talked about is a high-level art form, and spiritual enjoyment cannot be popularized by the whole people.

However, Su Yu stripped away this basic meaning and directly discussed the popularization of incense.

"Is this a strong argument?" Wang Guan smiled bitterly and lamented the heart of a woman again...
Chapter completed!