The more I looked, the more my eyes lit up, and I couldn't help but take the ink ingot in my hand and take a closer look.

The feeling of a headache hits. My eyelids kept throbbing, and I closed my eyes to adjust my breathing, but it didn't seem to work well this time, so I had to endure it in silence.

"Southern Tang Dynasty Li Tingqi ink double dragon ink ingot. The answer finally came to mind.

"What are you looking at stupidly, your eyebrows are 80,000!" Sun Wei covered his nose, seeing that I was so engrossed, he didn't feel bad about the smell, and couldn't help but ask curiously.

"I look at the baby. I said flatly.

My words attracted Brother Guang's attention.

"What baby?" Brother Guang was also a little curious.

"Li Mo. Two words burst out of my mouth.

"Who is Li Mo?" Sun Wei was very confused and asked stupidly.

"What!" my dad heard it too, and hurriedly put down the things he was packing, and hurriedly walked over.

I handed it to my dad and asked him to examine it.

My dad held it in his precious hands and watched. This piece of ink is rectangular, thin on all sides, slightly thicker in the middle, the surface is covered with uneven protrusions, one side is engraved with a double dragon pattern, and there is a small section below, but unfortunately the handwriting is not legible.

"This, how can you tell it's Li Mo?" My father asked very solemnly, he knew that Li Mo was the first product in the world, and his ink was worth 10,000 yuan during the Qingli period of the Northern Song Dynasty.

"Who, who is Li Mo?" Sun Wei looked at us, and he was even more confused.

Brother Guang had to joke: "Let you usually read more, shame on people." ”

I sneered too.

"This Li Mo is not a person. It is the ink made by Li Tingqi and his son in the Southern Tang Dynasty. Brother Guang explained roughly, but seeing his superficial appearance, I knew that Brother Guang knew so much.

I went on to introduce: "Li Tingqi is a native of the Southern Tang Dynasty of the fifth generation, his original surname was Xi, and his home is in Yishui. Because of the war, he was exiled to the south, and settled in She County, Anhui Province, because the ink made was greatly appreciated by the Tang Emperor, so he was given the surname Li. Li Tingqi is a family of ink makers, in the production of ink, very particular, its formula is one pound of pine smoke, with beads three taels, jade shavings one tael, borneol one tael and raw lacquer pounding 100,000 pestles. Therefore it is as hard as a stone, and it will not be broken in water for three years. ”

"Niuzi, you are really very knowledgeable! I really don't understand any of this. Sun Wei looked at me with envy.

"Wei, you don't understand anything, why can't you see a little shame? You can read books if you have nothing to do, don't play your broken game, and you can't be like Song Jun, play famous. Brother Guang counted, but his expression was a little gloating.

"Yes, yes, the cow is really powerful. However, Brother Guang..."Sun Wei was halfway through his words, and there was a hint of cunning on his face.

"You know a little bit more than me, don't laugh at fifty steps and laugh at a hundred steps, okay?" Sun Wei fought back not to be outdone.

"Hey. Brother Guang's eyes widened, if it weren't for my father's presence, I believe that he would definitely be repaired and repaired. But in front of the elders, you still have to be more steady, thinking about how to convince people with virtue, and thinking about the clues about Li Mo.

Suddenly, Brother Guang coughed lightly twice and said: "The Li family's ink pine smoke is light, the gum quality is good, the seasoning is even, and the hammer is fine, and it is said that it can be stored for fifty or sixty years. This Li Mo has always been the imperial ink of the court, and due to the monopoly of the rulers, it is difficult to buy the ink made by the Li father and son in the market. Brother Guang said one sentence at a time, obviously chasing ducks to the shelves.

"Ouch, you make it up, make it up. This time it was Sun Wei's turn to joke.

My dad was also very happy to look at these two living treasures, probably thinking of the scene of their daily quarrel with Uncle Fang.

Brother Guang felt that he had lost face, and hurriedly said: "Hey, you don't believe in asking Niuzi, see if what I said is right!"

I'm a little embarrassed, Brother Guang is really good, but a lot of it is common sense, the so-called common sense, that is, the general royal ink has these characteristics, it is simply nonsense. Nonsense certainly can't be wrong. But I still said with certainty: "Brother Guang is right, Li Mo is said to be stored for fifty or sixty years, but it is still "as hard as jade, and its lines are like rhinos". The ink made "its strength can be cut wood", copying one and a half parts of the "Huayan Sutra", only grinding down an inch, stored for hundreds of years, grinding when the "dipterophores" still exists. ”

Seeing me talking, my father also came to be interested, introduced: "This Li Mo is a treasure of all dynasties and generations, in the ancient book "Lianzhai Leisure" contains Song Dazhong auspicious charms when recorded: "Li Tingqimo, a nobleman occasionally mistakenly left a pill in the pool, suspected of being damaged by water, because he did not take it again, both the moon, the pool drink, and fell a gold vessel, it is to make the good water people take it, and get its ink, the light and color remain unchanged, the surface is as new, and its people benefit the treasure." ”

But then he frowned and asked, "Then how can you tell that this is Li Mo? In the Xuanhe period of Huizong, gold was available, but Li Tingqi ink was not." In the early years of the Ming Dynasty, more than 600 years had passed since Li Tingjue's time, and the people of Wu County were guests in the British government and saw a wat of ink that was said to be made by Li Tingjue. He didn't believe that there would be Li Tingjue's ink in the world at all, and he grinded the Jian'an tile inkstone, but the ink did not react, but the tile inkstone was full of scratches. Ma Yu believed that it was genuine. It can be seen that there was no ink at that time. ”

I nodded silently and pondered, but I was not thinking about how to be sure that this was a piece of Li Mo, but how to say it so that the answer in my head could be convincing and not doubtful.

Brother Guang suddenly remembered something, clapped his hands and said: "I heard the old man of the Feng family say that it seems that Emperor Qianlong collected a piece of Li Tingqi ink back then, regarded it as a treasure, and specially made a lacquer box for collection. But now this piece should be in the Palace Museum, right? And Li Mo, who was famous at that time, should have a significant mark?" Brother Guang became more and more unconfident, and he doubted the judgment that this piece was Li Mo.

At this time, Sun Wei couldn't digest so much information, his brain seemed to be funny, and he didn't know how many beats he was slow, and asked incredibly: "Uncle, won't this ink melt away in water for a month?"

My dad seemed helpless.

A word to wake up the dreamer. I was relieved and looked up sharply, but the headache intensified. I didn't dare to speak directly, but held my breath and adjusted the method of breathing.

Said lightly: "Dad, have you ever heard that before using Li Tingjue ink, you must make preparations, if you want to grind for about half a minute, you have to soak the ink in water for one night?"

My dad said, "Of course I've heard of this, the ink he makes is as hard as stone, and it is not comparable to other inks." "Speaking of which, my dad seemed to understand something, but couldn't say it.

Brother Guang didn't understand and asked, "What does this have to do with the imprint I said?"

I laughed, "I said that this is Li Mo, but I also guess, but I think there should be some basis." Compared with other inks, Li Mo's biggest feature is that he is as solid as a rock. As a historical treasure, collectors of any dynasty will want to distinguish the authenticity of this piece of ink. You say, 'What did the ancients do?'

"It's not simple, doesn't it mean that this Mo Jianli can cut wood, can't you just try it with a piece of wood?" Sun Wei said as if he had discovered a new world.

"Reckless!" My father was frightened by Sun Wei's words, and immediately scolded, and then felt that something was wrong, and hurriedly explained: "Although this ink can cut wood, it will inevitably cause damage to the ink, especially the internal damage. I think it's better to soak in the water. ”

I smiled and nodded, "The ancients who were able to get this piece of ink were also cherished people. Although putting him in water for testing will also cause damage to the ink, it is definitely the lesser of two evils compared to cutting wood. You see, although this piece of ink is natural, simple and generous, I always think it is a little strange. I figured it out just now.,It's strange to blame on the double dragon pattern and style.,Do you feel a little vague.,There's no feeling of being in the wood.。 Do you think it's caused by immersion in water?"

For a moment, the people present were silent and fell into deep thought.