Goldfinger of the Heavens

Chapter 791
"It's all ink, right?" Brother Ma said when he saw what was in the box.

After the two men came in, they put the box on the ground and opened it carefully. With such a cautious action, people subconsciously thought that there was a treasure inside.

In the one-foot-high box, there were piles of ink ingots that were pure black and thick in color, but they all looked broken.

These ink ingots have various shapes, such as squares, rectangles, ovals, polygons, etc., and so on.

"It's ink ingots." Zhuang Rui said, "It's just that they all seem to be incomplete."

Ink ingot is the ink in one of the four treasures of the study in ancient China. After the ink ball is divided into small pieces and put into a copper or wooden mold, it is pressed into an ink ingot as a painting and calligraphy product.

"Boss, do you want to take these ink ingots?" A slightly thin man said: "These are good things passed down from the family. Although the top ones are bad, the bottom ones are good."

Gao Shan took a look and said, "Whether you want to take it or not, you have to look carefully, you two, do you mind if I take the things out?"

"Of course, please do as you please, boss." The thin man said.

After getting permission, Gao Shan took out a few newspapers from under the counter, put them on the table, and took out the ink ingots from the box one by one. He was very careful, and it was indeed as the two people said, that they were taken out at the beginning. Most of them are incomplete and broken ink, but when they reach the bottom, they are all complete ink ingots.

"Both, may I ask, where did these things come from?" Gao Shan asked.

Later, worried that the two might misunderstand, Gao Shan explained: "Don't misunderstand, I don't have any other intentions, but if these things are not clean, I dare not accept them."

In the antique business, it is inevitable to deal with people like Boss Yu, and accepting things sold by those people is naturally risky, so some antique shops will be more cautious.

"These things should have been handed down from our ancestors." Another bookish-looking man said, "To be honest, we found these things when we were renovating the ancestral house, and not many people use ink ingots anymore. So we thought about selling things, such things shouldn’t be considered illegal!”

"Of course not." Gao Shan smiled, then lowered his head and continued to arrange the ink ingots, taking out the ink ingots one by one and placing them on the table.

"How do these things look? Are they ancient?" Zhuang Rui asked in Huang Chong's ear.

"It's not bad, it should be." Huang Chong said softly. Although he didn't get started, Huang Chong used to use ink ingots for writing in ancient times. He was familiar with ink ingots. It can be seen that these ink sticks are indeed not bad.

As for the specific era, it needs to be used to determine.

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"Old Gao, congratulations, you got a box of good ink." Li Shan smiled. After some negotiations, the two young men finally sold a box of ink ingots to Gao Shan for [-] yuan.

"Where, if you can't find someone who likes Mo, it's not that simple if you want to make a move. Maybe it will be in my hands." Gao Shan said, but looking at the smile on his face, it can be seen that things are not as he expected. As bad as said.

"Is this the kind of ink used for calligraphy and painting?" Brother Ma picked up one of them and asked, "Don't tell me, it really has an elegant ink fragrance."

Li Shan said: "It is indeed used for writing. Many people think that ink ingots were used to grind ink for writing and painting in ancient times. In fact, they are not all right. Similar to porcelain, there are practical utensils and ornamental utensils. Ink ingots Nature is no exception."

"Oh, there is another saying?" Zhuang Rui asked.

"Of course, ink ingots can be divided into six types in ancient times."

"Which six kinds?"

"The first type, it must be the royal ink used by the emperor, which is made by the royal family itself, so it is naturally the most precious; the second type is called tribute ink, and most of them are specially made by local ink makers; the third type is Some literati and scholars custom-made their own ink; the fourth type is curio ink, that is, ornamental ink; the fifth type is medicinal ink that can be used for curing diseases, and the last is commercial ink for writing.”

"Among them, the third type and the fourth type can actually be collectively referred to as "Ya Wan Mo". This type of ink is mostly custom-made by literati and officials who love this kind of elegance to the Mohist school, and the names, poems, words, etc. of the maker are signed The name of the fasting room, calligraphy and painting patterns, etc., for personal use or as a gift."

"The most famous of this kind of ink is that in 07, a complete set of Qianlong imperial ink ten sceneries of West Lake was sold at a sky-high price of 440 million. This high price has not been surpassed until today."

"440?" Several people were shocked when they heard the words, even Huang Chong did not expect that such a high price could be auctioned for a small ink ingot.

"Yes, it was made by Wang Jie'an, one of the four famous ink makers. On one side is the seven-character verses chanted by Emperor Qianlong, and on the other side is a bas-relief picture of the ten sceneries of the West Lake printed with fine molds. It can be called a peerless treasure!"

"Of course, it's elegant playing with ink, and the ink ingots in front of you are the sixth type, which is the commercial ink that is commonly used for writing. The materials and techniques used to make the ink are different, and the value is also very different."

Huang Chong asked suddenly: "Boss Gao, I don't know if you have any intention to sell these inks, I am willing to buy them."

"This little brother also likes Mo?"

"It's just arty." Huang Chong said with a smile.

"Little brother wants it, of course he can, but at this price..."

"I'm willing to pay 20 yuan." Huang Chong said, and now he spent the 20 yuan he earned from selling the furnace just now, but collections are like this in the first place. It is unrealistic to think about picking up leaks all day long.

Gao Shan smiled, and picked up a piece of ink from the table. The ink ingot is rectangular, the ink is like lacquer, black and shiny, the texture is fine, hard and dense, and there is a faint fragrance. On one side of the ink ingot, it is written "Purple Jade The three regular scripts of "Light" are inscribed in the center in a regular manner, and the fonts are painted in gold, which looks a bit regal.

"Ziyuguang, this is the famous ink made by Cao Sugong, one of the four famous ink makers in the Qing Dynasty. When Kangxi was on a tour to the south, he took the opportunity to offer ink and was appreciated by the emperor. He was given the name 'Ziyuguang'. If you do it alone, there is no thirty or forty thousand, but you can't take it down." Gao Shan said.

Different identities speak differently. Gao Shan was the buyer just now, so naturally he tried his best to lower the price. It seems that this piece of purple jade light did not exist at all. Now he has become a seller, but he uses this ink ingot to raise the price.

(End of this chapter)