The root carving in Zhuang Rui's hand, the whole is black and purple, revealing the oil to the outside, it is a sitting statue of Maitreya Buddha, although it is only the size of a palm, it is extremely heavy, but it is covered with dirt and oil, and even the face of Maitreya Buddha is a little unclear.

Zhuang Rui saw that the stall owner had returned the five hundred yuan to the foreigner, so he opened his mouth and said to him: "This brother, can you let me take a closer look at this object of yours?"

"Big brother, look, thank you today, if you like this carving, I'll give it to you,"

This young stall owner is inexplicably grateful to Zhuang Rui, if Zhuang Rui could not talk to foreigners directly, I am afraid that several of them would still be kept in the dark by this two devil translators.

"Hehe, you don't have to send it, I'll take a look first, if you like it, I'll ask you to buy it. ”

Zhuang Rui replied with a smile and began to look at the Maitreya Buddha root carving in his hand.

Zhuang Rui wiped a few times on the face of Maitreya Buddha with his thumb, although he could not wipe off all the oil stains on it, but his face could already be vaguely seen, this Maitreya Buddha statue has a wide forehead, his eyes are slightly closed, a smile is half open, two big ears hang down to his shoulders, his chest and abdomen are exposed, his legs are bent, his body is sitting on a cloth bag, his right hand is on his knees, and he has a leisurely and comfortable expression.

From the carving point of view, this work is finely carved, the knife is skillful, the whole line is natural and smooth, if this carving is really the work of the stall owner's ancestor, presumably his ancestor is also a skilled artist, even if Zhuang Rui does not know how to appreciate this kind of object, it can be seen that this is a rare masterpiece, but he does not know, why the stall owner wants such a low price, only 500 yuan to sell.

"Huh!"

Just when Zhuang Rui turned over this carving to look at it, his heart couldn't help beating faster, because he found that this carving back lines and stripes revealed a luster, the annual ring lines were like stirring silks, and the subtle ones were almost invisible, and there was no scar on it.

Seeing this, Zhuang Rui looked at the whole root carving again, but the more he looked at it, the more it looked like it was carved from red sandalwood, with a purple-black hue and a deep and elegant shape, especially when he put the root carving on the end of his nose and smelled it, the faint fragrance made Zhuang Rui firm in his judgment, this Maitreya Buddha root carving is not only red sandalwood, but also an old object of some years.

In fact, it's no wonder that Zhuang Rui didn't see it at the beginning, because the red sandalwood is divided into two kinds, that is, the large-leaf red sandalwood and the small-leaf red sandalwood, the stripes on the chord section of the large-leaf red sandalwood are obvious and wide, and the color is purple-brown.

The wood grain on the surface of the small-leaved red sandalwood is not obvious, the color is orange-red at the beginning, the dark purple is like lacquer for a long time, the annual ring pattern can hardly be seen, the vein pattern is extremely fine, it is twisted like cow's hair, its price is four or five times higher than the large-leaf red sandalwood, the number of this kind of red sandalwood is very small, and the large pieces are also very few, and the ones that have been handed down are mostly some playful objects, Zhuang Rui encountered this, it is carved from the roots of the small-leaved red sandalwood.

After identifying this is a red sandalwood root carving, Zhuang Rui is ready to look at the aura in his eyes again, the reason why Zhuang Rui has not used the aura in his eyes to see this object is also to increase some experience, the antique industry, is to see more and get started, for example, if you stay in the Palace Museum for decades, every day in the face of those old objects precipitated by history, and then go to Panjiayuan to see those fake objects, I am afraid that you can feel the truth as soon as you get started, this is the accumulation of experience.

But at this moment, Zhuang Rui has given the answer in his heart, he needs the aura in his eyes to make an identification, bowed his head slightly, an orange flashed in front of his eyes, and the aura in his eyes has already touched the root carving in his hand, the surface of the root carving in Zhuang Rui's eyes, as if it turned into a mist and quickly decomposed, although the aura entered the root carving about a centimeter and stopped, but the fiber structure inside the root carving was still presented in front of Zhuang Rui's eyes.

The fiber tissue inside the root carving is very fine, like layers of waves, and each fiber tube hole is curved, dense, the veins are extremely fine, and the skeined wire is like cow hair, which is the unique feature of rosewood.

But what surprised him the most at this moment was that a breath that was almost as thick as that Liansheng couplet quickly merged with the aura in his eyes, and this aura was far thicker than the aura he absorbed in the gourd and those Huanghuali chairs, which was many times thicker, which also made Zhuang Rui a little confused, could it be that the point of view that the amount of aura in the wooden antiques he had judged before was small, was it wrong?

Shaking his head, Zhuang Rui put those thoughts behind him, now is not the time to delve into this problem, after judging that this is an antique through the aura in his eyes, the weight of this Rosewood Maitreya Buddha in his hand seems to have increased a few points, Zhuang Rui knows that the red sandalwood is known as "every inch of sandalwood", especially the old objects with inheritance, but also its own historical value, the price is even more expensive, the object in front of me, I am afraid that its market price is far higher than that of Sanhe Liu's gourd.

Zhuang Rui looked up and saw that the second devil translator was lying on the table writing what had happened, and Director Wang was gesturing and exchanging feelings with the two foreigners, so he gently pulled the stall owner and asked, "This brother, I think your statue is very good, why did you sell it for 500 yuan?"

After the young man heard Zhuang Rui's words, his face was full of helplessness, and he said: "There are stalls in this market that sell small things like root carvings, and it is an exaggeration to say that there are 100 stalls, but there are always thirty or fifty, so many stalls, no one buys them when they are expensive." ”

"There are still so many craftsmen?"

Zhuang Rui was taken aback, carving is a very delicate handiwork, not something that ordinary people can master.

"Fart craftsmen, those are carved out of machines, hundreds of them can come out of the assembly line a day, they are all dead things without aura, but those things are cheap, more than a dozen yuan a piece, and they are placed at home, just from the appearance of these hand-carved ones, there are many shapes, so the things on my stall are very difficult to sell, and I sold them to this foreigner today, and there is this file thing. ”

The young man's words also reveal a reality, now few people to learn these traditional crafts, I am afraid that in a few years, these skilled artists, there will be fewer and fewer.

"I like this root carving very much, I bought it, you can make a price. ”

Zhuang Rui looked at the young man's somewhat lost look, and almost said the truth of this carving, but in the end he held back, he was not, and he didn't want to be the singer Xue Village's mouth singing "We are all living Lei Feng".

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