pappabearbooks Chapter 572 Tian Huang’s pen wash!
Chapter 572 Tian Huang’s pen wash!
Lin Ran smiled and handed the inkstone to the boss, "It's exactly as I guessed. The inkstone is only on the surface, and there are other structures inside. If I guessed correctly, it should be Tian Huangshi."
He does not mean that.
When the shopkeeper heard this, his heart suddenly skipped a beat.
It has been a few months since he opened a store in Liuyunbao City, and this was the first time he saw Tianhuang stone handicrafts.
The so-called Tianhuang stone is a treasure among Shoushan stone varieties.
This kind of stone can only be produced in Shoushan, Fujian.
Because of the special place, it is given the meaning of good fortune and longevity.
Tianhuang stone itself has the six virtues of fineness, cleanness, moistness, greasyness, warmth, and condensation stone. Therefore, it is called the "Emperor of Stones" and it was the national stone used exclusively for worshiping heaven in the Qing Dynasty.
It is recorded in history books that during the Qing Dynasty, a Fujian governor once carved a three-chain seal from a whole piece of field yellow. After it was handed over to Emperor Qianlong, it was regarded as a treasure and passed down from generation to generation in the Qing Dynasty.
It was not until Emperor Xianfeng's death that Cixi was given the gift.
In the end, the royal family disintegrated in the late Qing Dynasty, and the last emperor Puyi would rather give up all the treasures and sew the three consecutive chapters into his cotton clothes.
Moreover, in folklore, Tianhuang Stone is a gem left in the world when the girl brought disaster to mend the sky.
Due to various legends, the price of Tianhuang stone has skyrocketed, and it was even more expensive than gold at one time.
In ancient times, there was a saying of "one or two fields of yellow and three taels of gold".
If the items in the inkstone are really made of Tianhuang stone, even if it is a low-grade Tianhuang stone, you can make a lot of money!
The shopkeeper looked at the inkstone in his hand and couldn't help but feel that his throat was a little dry and his body became stiff.
"Shopkeeper, let me grind out the stuff inside." Lin Ran smiled.
"Please." The shopkeeper respectfully returned the inkstone to Lin Ran, and he sat down next to him.
The waiter on the side felt very puzzled. This was the first time he saw the shopkeeper like this after entering the store for so long, and he suddenly became curious.
Lin Ran picked up the carving knife, raised and lowered the knife with smooth movements.
When he was in the museum in his previous life, he had done similar work a lot. He had seen too many cultural relics with hidden mysteries.
But it was the first time I saw what was hidden in the inkstone.
After his unremitting efforts, all the asphalt on the surface of the inkstone was finally scraped away.
And the items inside also revealed its true appearance.
It turned out to be a dark yellow brush washer!
This wash is more than three centimeters high and five centimeters wide. It has a fine texture and a smooth surface. The yellow material makes it look a little transparent.
It makes the brush look clear and transparent, and the texture of the Tianhuang stone is like a gossamer, looming.
It is!
Brush washer made of Tianhuang stone!
The shopkeeper couldn't help but trembled all over and his eyes widened.
His words were trembling: "Little brother, can you lend me the cultural relics in your hand?"
Lin Ran hesitated a little now.
In the antiques world, handing over cultural relics to others usually represents a transaction.
He did not want to sell Tianhuang Brush Wash to this store.
Seeing Lin Ran's worry, the shopkeeper clasped his fists and said, "Don't worry, little brother, Huang will never buy or sell by force!"
His face was flushed, and he seemed to attach great importance to the treasure in front of him.
Now that the other party promised him, Lin Ran was also happy with the beauty of adulthood.
"Please take a look, old gentleman." Lin Ran handed the inkstone to the shopkeeper.
After taking the inkstone, the shopkeeper's hand was shaking. He was also a knowledgeable person, and Lin Ran couldn't help but laugh.
He is not short of this small amount of money, but being able to pick up cultural relics proves that his sword is not old, and he is full of pride.
The shopkeeper's face turned red, completely unbecoming of someone of his age.
He kept mumbling to himself: "Excellent! This is Tian Huangshi."
He looked excited, as if the pen was his, without blinking an eye.
After a long time, he sighed: "It's a pity..."
"What's the pity?" Lin Ran asked before he could take a closer look.
The display cabinet returned the inkstone to Lin Ran: "This piece of Tianhuang inkstone is exquisitely carved and considered a masterpiece. The carving of plum blossoms on the side is extremely expressive, as if it were everyone's calligraphy and painting. It is obviously the work of a master sculptor."
Lin Ran took the pen and washed it and saw that it was indeed the case.
"Yes, judging from the texture of the carving, it should be a product of the Ming Dynasty." Lin Ran picked up the brush and continued to identify it, "It's not clear which carving master's work it is, because the seal below has been polished It’s blurry.”
This sentence made the shopkeeper startled: "Do you know how to identify treasures?"
What I just said is not what a layman would say.
Lin Ran smiled slightly: "I know a little bit."
He looked at it carefully and said, "It's a pity indeed. If the top-grade Tianhuang is used, it should be sold for 300 yuan."
Converted to the currency of this era, it would not be an exaggeration to call it the best.
The shopkeeper shook his head regretfully: "Oh, it does have a fly in the ointment."
"However, I am already satisfied." Lin Ran smiled and said, "In ancient times, using Tianhuang stone as a brush wash was already a very luxury thing. This shows that the owner's status should not be low."
"Indeed, top-grade Tianhuang stones are rare in the world. Almost all Tianhuang stones have been mined now. I am afraid that top-grade Tianhuang stones can only be found in ancient tombs."
Although the two of them were strangers to each other, they were obviously knowledgeable people and there was no grudge between them when they chatted.
"I'll have a chance to see you in the future." Lin Ran said. He washed the Tianhuang brush and put it into the box. The previous asphalt was no longer needed.
Seeing that he was about to collect his things and leave, the shopkeeper smiled and stretched out his hand to stop him: "Little brother, has your Tianhuang pen washed out the secret?"
In fact, for Lin Ran, there was no use in taking the pen and washing it back.
The other party is a person who knows the goods, so it is not a problem for Lin Ran to sell to him.
He sat down and asked: "Old sir, how much do you plan to pay for it?"
If the price is right, he is also willing to have adult beauty.
The shopkeeper obviously thought about it for a while, and finally stretched out two fingers.
"I'll pay you 200 yuan!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the tea cup in the hands of the waiter next to him fell to the ground.
He looked at the two of them dullly.
Isn't it?A broken inkstone can actually make the shopkeeper charge a sky-high price?
Since opening the store, he has never seen such a large transaction.
The clerk couldn't help but interjected: "Mr. Huang, is your price too high?"
But before the shopkeeper could speak, another voice sounded next to him.
"If you think it's expensive, just give it to me."
Lin Ran and the shopkeeper looked around at the same time, and saw a very clean-looking middle-aged man approaching with a happy face.
He was picking things up in the store just now and noticed the conversation here.
What surprised Lin Ran even more was that the two students following the middle-aged man were the same students he met on the bus and in the noodle shop.
The girl among them also recognized Lin Ran, covered her mouth and said: "You are not the one on the bus..."
It was just a one-time encounter, but she didn't know why, but she was particularly impressed by Lin Ran.
The middle-aged man had no time to pay attention to the students' unreasonable troubles. Instead, he came to Lin Ran and said, "I am willing to pay 300 yuan to buy it. Can you give it up, little brother?"