Jian'er had one of this kind of vanilla boxes before, which is similar to this size and style. It was left by his former tenant when Jian'er rented a house outside. The landlord didn't throw it away. Jian'er used it for her when she came to rent the house. Although this thing didn't look good, it was good for placing things. It was sturdy and durable, and very lightweight, easy to move. It was a good choice for placing clothes or newspapers.

But the weight of the two almost identical boxes was different, and this one was obviously much heavier. Jian'er picked up the box and shook it gently. Huh? The center of gravity of the box was wrong! In order to check whether there was something wrong with her feeling, Jian'er held the center of the bottom of the box with one hand and then raised it. Sure enough, the box began to tilt to one side and began to slide down, which scared Jian'er quickly stretched out her other hand to hold it.

"Girl, what are you doing?" Looking back, Mr. Song, who looked funny, was speechless.

1ù A smirk, Jian'er hugged the box and walked into the room.

Looking at the dirty box in Jian'er's hand, the old man couldn't help but say, "Girl, why are you collecting this rag? This thing has no value for collection," he looked up and down at Jian'er and joked, "You don't want to take this rag back as firewood, right!"

"Burn? I'll dig up the treasure later. Don't hammer the mouth!"

"Bao?" If someone else said this, Mr. Song might not take it seriously. After all, this thing has passed his eyes and he knows the value of it. It is simply a piece of rag, and it still seems to occupy the goods. But when this is said by Jian'er, the old man is a little distracted. After all, the example of Buddhist beads is still in front of him.

He took the box in Jian'er's hand, looked up and down, and left and right, there was nothing wrong with it! He turned his doubtful eyes to Jian'er: "Okay, girl, don't keep it in a silence. There is no treasure, talk about it!"

"You have a closer look!" Jian'er didn't answer, but simply used her hand to make a ruler to compare the height of the box, and the height to the bottom. Finally, she used a finger to compare the thickness of the box. This time, no need to say, Mr. Song immediately reacted when he saw her series of actions.

"There is a mezzanine at the bottom!" The four words blurted out from the old man's mouth, his eyes shone red, and his face was red. Mr. Song felt his heartbeat was accelerating. Combined with the words of the middle-aged man before, this thing that was hidden so hidden is said to be an object of "family inherited books". Maybe those books are just tricks, and the real treasure is here.

"Grandpa Song, borrow a knife."

"Okay, be careful, be careful not to break the things inside." Old Master Song couldn't help but give instructions again and again as he handed the knife.

"Don't worry, you will!" He carefully cut the light bottom plate slowly with a knife. Although the vine box looks old, this toughness is really good. Jian'er cut it for a long time and finally cut it slowly.

After taking apart the inner bottom plate, some broken vines appeared in the eyes of the two of them.

"It's not that the broken grass is covered in it, right?" Jian'er, who was not in the existing treasure, was very depressed. She was so happy that she grabbed the vines and grass under her with a little anger. "I wonder? What is this?" It turned out that there were small squares wrapped in the vines and grass.

Jian'er was about to reach out and take it out when a pair of white gloves appeared in front of her: "Girl, put on gloves and talk about it."

His face turned red. He actually made such a low-level mistake. Fortunately, Lu Zong was not around, otherwise he would have to be dealt with.

Working with Mr. Song, he took away all the vines and grass on the surface. Under the cover of the vines and grass, half of the box was neatly placed with blocks wrapped in layers of oil. Because there were vines and grass in the middle as buffer, no matter how they swayed, these squares would not collide and make any sound...

Take out all these squares and place them neatly on the table.

"Grandpa Song, guess what will be here?" Jian'er asked, looking at the tightly wrapped small block.

"It's hard to say!" Mr. Song looked at the carefulness of the collection, and made so many concealment. Maybe he responded to Jane Jane's previous words, "Girl, come, open and take a look."

Taking a deep breath, Jian'er stretched out her hand.

When all the small squares were opened and arranged neatly, Mr. Song and Jian'er couldn't help but breathe.

It turns out that in addition to the top oil paper, these small squares are also carefully wrapped in three layers of cotton inside and three layers. The inner part is an exquisite small box. Then the small box is made, and each box contains the same thing - ancient ink!

"Really, fake?" When the old man saw the ink ingots contained in the box, he couldn't help but rub his eyes, wondering if he was dazzled, "Purple Jade Light! It's actually Purple Jade Light!"

"Old man, is it really a purple jade light?" Jian'er also leaned over her head.

Zi Yuguang was made by Ding Cao Sugong, the four famous ink-making masters in the Qing Dynasty. During the Southern Tour of Kangxi, he presented it to the imperial court and was praised by Emperor Kangxi and given the name Zi Yuguang.

Mr. Song gently picked up a piece of ink ingot, rubbed it repeatedly, tapped it gently, and then put it under his nose and sniffed it gently, and finally said with certainty: "This is the 'Purple Jade Light' made by Cao Sugong. Girl, you see, this ink ingot is not only pure black with the ancient ink, but also has a simple and fragrant aroma. If you look at its texture carefully, it is as solid as jade, with a slight surface, showing a strong spirit, black and purple, and heavy in his hands..., 'Purple Jade Light', I didn't expect that I would see so many pieces..." Speaking of this, the old man was so excited that his voice was a little trembling.

"Grandpa Song, look at this part!" Jian'er opened the last box and couldn't help but scream.

When Mr. Song saw clearly the ink ingots contained in the box in Jian'er's hand, he could no longer control himself and covered his xiong's mouth and gasped! He only felt that he had a heart that could not bear it! What he had seen this day was really beyond his imagination!

Seeing the old man's appearance, Jian'er was so scared that she hurriedly placed the box in her hand on the table, helped the old man sit down on the chair beside him, and reached out to help the master keep up with his anger.

After a while, Mr. Song finally calmed down.

"Girl, come over the ink ingot you just took and I'll take a closer look!" Mr. Song, who was so angry that he finally calmed down, couldn't wait to ask Mo first.

"Are you okay?" Jian'er hesitated a little. The old man's appearance scared her just now.

"It's okay, I'll be fine if you don't show it to me!" Seeing that Jian'er didn't respond, the old man pushed Jian'er anxiously and urged her to move quickly.

Jian'er had no choice but to follow the old man's wishes.

Wrapped in yellow silk cloth, a rectangular and black ink ingot appears. On one side of the ink ingot, there are two gold-patterned dragons on the upper end, and the dragons are scattered with teeth and claws, making them look extraordinary! In the middle of the two dragons, there are two lacquer gold characters "Yu Mo" to show their luxuriousness. At the bottom of the dragon's tail, there is a lacquer red seal characters stamped.

The old man trembled with his hands, he took out the high-power magnifying glass placed in his pocket and looked carefully.

Time passed by minute by minute, and the old man's god became more and more serious. Finally, he finally put down the magnifying glass of his hand, then gently put the box back on the table, and closed his eyes: "Girl, do you know what kind of ink this is?"

"If I read it correctly, it should be 'Li Tingmo'." Jian'er replied.

Nodding, Mr. Song continued to ask, "Do you know about this?"...

"I know a little," Jian'er said. In fact, she was interested in this kind of ink because Lu Zong. Lu Zong mentioned this ink when explaining to Jian'er. He admired Li Tingmo very much in his words and called it a good study. You must know that Lu Zong has a high vision. This praise is rare to say from him. Even Jian'er was curious about what he said. For this reason, she also read a lot of information, so she still has a certain understanding of "Li Tingmo" Jian'er.

Li Tinggui's original surname was Xi, and was from Yishui, Southern Tang Dynasty (now Yi County, Hebei) during the Five Dynasties. Li Houzhu admired the ink made by the Xi family very much and gave it to the surname Li. In the late Tang Dynasty, in social unrest, Li Tinggui followed his father Li to Shezhou, Anhui (now She County). The father and son made a living by making ink. The ink made ink was light, the gelatin was good, the seasoning was even, and the hammer was fine. It is said that after 50 or 60 years of storage, it was still "it was as hard as jade and its patterns were like rhinestone." Li Tinggui

The ink making technology is particularly high, and the material selection is excellent. The ink is made of gambola, pearls, crotons, musk, pine smoke, etc. It has the characteristics of tightness as jade, patterns as rhinestone, and does not damage the inkstone. The craftsmanship is well-known. The ink is "hard and can be cut into wood" and some people have used it to copy one and a half of the "Avatamsaka Sutra" before grinding it one inch. Moreover, this ink has been stored for hundreds of years, and the grinding is fashionable. The Song people called it "the first product in the world."

The Emperors of the Southern Tang Dynasty often used Li family mo to reward meritorious officials. After Emperor Taizu of Song Dynasty, whenever the emperor wrote edicts, he used Tinggui ink. Every year, Huizhou would pay 1 o' kilogram of ink to the court. Due to the monopoly of the rulers, it was difficult to buy the ink made by the Li father and son in the market. During the Xuanhe period, there was a rare phenomenon of "gold can be obtained, but Li's ink cannot be obtained". During the Qingli period, a Tinggui ink was sold for 10,000 yuan. A Song Dynasty poet Chao Chongzhi praised Li Mo in "The Song of Ancient Ink": "The old scholar was lucky to get it, and there was no way to buy it for a thousand gold." By the Ming and Qing dynasties, Li Mo became a rare treasure.

Qianlong had always loved calligraphy and regarded Li Mo as a treasure. Especially when he savored the thick cloud-like patterns on the ink body, he felt as if it was like spring rain. By chance, when he got Li Mo, the suburbs of Beijing really liked spring rain. Then he received reports of rainfall in Shandong, Shaanxi, Henan and other places. So he was extremely happy and thought that Li Mo was a lucky sign. He wrote the plaque of the "Mo Yun Room" in the study where Li Mo was stored. In addition, he also invited princes and ministers to come to watch ancient ink and write poems together. In this way, Li Mo's value was even higher.

Moreover, Emperor Qianlong has never been willing to use this piece of mourning, so it has been preserved until now. Now this piece of mourning is preserved in the Palace Museum in Taipei. It is also the only authentic Li Tingmo recognized in the world.

Nodded, Mr. Song expressed his satisfaction with what Jian'er said. Suddenly, the old man turned his face and said to Jian'er: "Girl, I have one thing that I want to be honest and beg you..." Rs!. (Go to read                                                                                                                                                                                                                               �
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