Jiang Hua was not in a hurry, he slept for two hours first, got up and washed his face, and poured a jar of strong herbal tea brewed before going to bed into his stomach, and the whole person suddenly became as if he had been beaten with chicken blood.

Wash your hands and go back to the long table.

The reason why an antique is an antique is because it is an ancient thing, and the characteristic is that it is old.

The hard yellow paper of the Tang Dynasty, the penmanship of Jianzhen, and the seal of filial piety are not enough to deceive people, because the ink is new, and the seal on it is also new.

If you want to be fake, you must turn the ink and seal of the "Great Nirvana Sutra" into old, which is the most important link in the entire forgery process, and it is also the most technical part.

Bringing a small bowl, Jiang Hua dug up some paste and put it in it, then added water, and slowly stirred it with his fingers while adding it, until the paste and water in the bowl were fully and evenly mixed together and showed a transparent shape, and when he lifted his fingers, he could pull out continuous silk threads before stopping.

After writing the scriptures of the "Great Nirvana Sutra", the hard yellow paper was turned on the table, and a soft brush was picked up and a layer of water was wiped on it, and then the cut rice paper was covered.

The water absorption of rice paper is very good, just cover it and immediately stick it tightly with the hard yellow paper, carefully erase the small bubbles that appear, Jiang Hua changed the brush and dipped the adjusted paste and gently brushed it on the rice paper.

This looks simple, but in fact, whether it is water, or the prepared paste, it must be very evenly smeared on the rice paper, otherwise it will affect the next aging, and the kung fu requirements for the eyes of the hand are extremely high, in addition to experience, you have to be talented, not a day or two can do.

After the crossing, the ability of the restoration master in his previous life was not left behind at all, and this was just a pediatric for him.

After brushing the paste, Jiang Hua picked up a piece of rice paper and covered it carefully, straightened and flattened it, and then used the crumpled rice paper to absorb the excess water and paste, which is the mounting.

After mounting the ten sheets of hard yellow paper, it has been an hour, and a layer of fine sweat has appeared on Jiang Hua's forehead, and his back is already soaked.

After Jiang Hua put the framed hard yellow paper up to dry, he sat on the sofa and didn't want to get up.

However, after a while, he struggled to get up again, and another day passed, and there were only three days left, and he had to leave time to sell things, and he had to hurry, and there was no time to waste.

Moving the small yellow clay stove used for boiling water to the long table, Jiang Hua threw a few pieces of carbon into it, lit it and gently fanned it with a small fan, after the faint smoke dissipated, the carbon block became red, tested the temperature with his hand, and nodded with satisfaction, the temperature above the stove was about seventy degrees, which was exactly what he needed.

The framed hard yellow paper had almost dried, and Jiang Hua picked up a sheet, which in turn put the side of the rice paper on top of the red charcoal and baked it.

Jianzhen's hand-copied "Great Nirvana Sutra" is from the Tang Dynasty, it has been thousands of years, how can the ink be new? It must be old, the simplest and most effective way is to roast by fire, the ink color after baking will be dry and hard, as if it has experienced countless years of baptism, so that it can be used to fake the true, and the rice paper that is framed is used to protect the hard yellow paper, saving a careless overbaking, leaving traces of fire roasting.

Beads of sweat came from his forehead, first in a tiny layer, then into the size of a soybean, slowly sliding down his neck.

Jiang Hua didn't have time to wipe his sweat at this time, and carefully moved the paper in his hand to ensure that the ink was not only baked, but also not hurt the paper, and the slightest negligence would be wasted, and under a high degree of concentration, he did not find that he did not know when a thick black ink appeared on the back of his right hand, and after rotating for a while, a thin black line was divided into the hard yellow paper being baked along his fingers, and the handwriting on it slowly became dry and hard one by one, as if it had experienced thousands of years.

There was no sound in Bao Rong Zhai, Jiang Hua sat at the long table, the carbon fire in the stove reflected his face straight red, like a ripe apple, I don't know how long it took, when he finished baking the last piece of hard yellow paper, he found that his whole body had been stiff like wood, and the slightest movement was like a needle prick.

"Grandma's, I can't remember the last time I suffered like this. Hey, this ...... My hand...... How can there be such ink?"

Jiang Hua shook his hand gently, and suddenly found that a black shadow appeared on the back of his hand, like a bruise. I rubbed it, it didn't hurt at all, and it didn't go away after a while.

What's going on?

Jiang Hua remembered that when he played Zhao Mengfu's "Thirteen Treks of Lanting Ti" before, the same situation occurred, but the color was lighter at that time, and now it is darker, as if it was thick ink.

However, he didn't have much time to think about this matter at this time, the old work was not yet completed, and he still had to deal with the filial piety seal that was stamped soon.

The stamps on the paper are treated differently from the ink, because there is oil in the ink, and direct roasting will make the oil seep out, and the paper will be finished after it is dirty.

Jiang Hua opened a bottle of liquor, smeared it thinly on rice paper, and just moistened it and covered it on top of the ink, and then roasted it with fire.

Liquor contains alcohol, which is easy to volatilize under fire, and will melt and take away the oil and gas seeping out of the ink.

After about twenty minutes, Jiang Hua was relieved to see that the ink had become dry and hard, and he didn't want an accident at this time.

"It seems that the kung fu is really not lost, and the craftsmanship is still there. ”

Jiang Hua carefully checked all the hard yellow paper, the effect was very good, just roll them up, let go, roll them up again, let them go again, roll them up irregularly, and soon, small cracks began to appear on the hard yellow paper, this is to make the effect that the scriptures have been turned over many times, and finally the rice paper that was mounted on it was gently torn off, and then bound with the thread removed from the old book.

"It's not easy. ”

Jiang Hua wiped his face vigorously with a wet towel, and just now he looked at the time and found that he had been busy for more than twenty hours, but it was all worth it.

"Whew!"

A series of snoring sounded in Baorong Zhai, and Jiang Hua fell asleep directly, and this sleep was very heavy, like a dead pig.

At two o'clock in the afternoon, the sun is high in the sky, and no one wants to walk outside if there is nothing going on in such weather.

Next to a dilapidated car not far from Baorong Zhai, Song Liu slapped Gao Yang in the face.

"Damn, I walked yesterday and the door hasn't been opened, so you can't have told me sooner? Tell me honestly, have you been staring here?"

"Yes...... Yes......"

Gao Yang covered his hot face, his eyes were dodgy, and he didn't dare to look at Song Liu at all.

"Grandma's! Don't you tell you the truth? You think I'm not going to cut you down, do you?"

Song Liu's face turned purple with anger, and he stared at Gao Yang fiercely.

"I ...... I...... I went for a drink with a couple of friends last night and wasn't here, ...... in the morning ...... came at 10 a.m."

"Bang!"

Song Liu kicked Xie Bin in the stomach fiercely and yelled loudly, "Get out!"

Song Liu didn't look at Xie Bin who rolled to the ground, and turned to look at Bao Rongzhai not far away.

Ever since Fang Zhong gave "The Thirteen Treks of Lanting Ti" to Jiang Hua, he began to worry.

At the beginning, I was worried that Jiang Hua would not admit this matter, and did not admit that it was a fiber pulled by himself, you must know that it was a million commission!

After pondering for a long time, he came up with a way, and the next morning he released the news that Jiang Hua spent more than 20 million to buy the remnants of "Lanting Ti Thirteen", thinking that Jiang Hua would not admit it, right?

However, he soon found out that he had done a very unwise thing - Jiang Hua didn't have enough money in his hands, so he had to get his hands on a pair of bottles, but because he released the news, he knew that Jiang Hua was in a hurry to use the money now, and he was desperately trying to lower the price to death.

In other cases, Song Liu would definitely move a small bench to watch the excitement, but not this time, the bottle in Jiang Hua's hand could not be sold, so there would be no money to pay Fang Zhong, wouldn't his commission be in vain?

More importantly, Jiang Hua may run. "Lanting Ti Thirteen" is already in his hands, although it is a remnant, but no matter how you say it, it is worth three or five million, isn't it?

Let Gao Yang stare at Bao Rong Zhai to prevent this kind of thing, and now Bao Rong Zhai has not opened the door for so long, so Gao Yang called himself?

"Did Jiang Hua really run away?"

Song Fang's brows furrowed, and he looked at Bao Rongzhai not far away. When he left, Jiang Hua entered Baorong Zhai, but because Gao Yang was not there last night, it is unknown whether Jiang Hua left or not.

"Grandma, this has to be figured out. ”

Song Liu hesitated for a while, gritted his teeth and strode towards Bao Rongzhai.

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