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"Everyone, be quiet, be quiet......"

At the same time, Chi Lao walked to the front desk and said with a smile: "I understand everyone's feelings, in fact, when I learned that this long scroll is an authentic work of Dongpo, I was as excited as everyone else, and my first reaction was whether it was a fake or an imitation......

Hearing Chi Lao's words, everyone gradually calmed down and listened more attentively.

"But I want to tell you that this is the real thing, and there is no doubt that it is the real work of the Dongpo monks." Chi Lao's voice was excited: "The reason why I dare to conclude like this is not empty words, but tangible evidence. ”

"First of all, let's look at the calligraphy on the long scroll, and the whole text is in the style of Su Dongpo. The style of the book is full of innocence and is not bound by Tang Kai's law. In the ink, it is full of majestic atmosphere......"

The second is the inscription, the long scroll not only has Dongpo's own inscriptions, but also Huang Tingjian, Zhu Xi, Wei Liaoweng, Deng Wenyuan and other calligraphers, university scholars handwritten inscriptions. Based on our careful research, and the surviving calligraphy of these people, we can confirm that the script was indeed written by them......"

"The third is the seal on the long scroll. With the permission of the owner of this item, we extracted some ink pigments from several less important inscriptions, and then analyzed them chemically to confirm the age of the ink......"

"In addition, through the detection of precision instruments, we can be sure that the long scroll of silk paper is indeed something from the Northern Song Dynasty. Of course, the most important thing is ......"

At this time, Chi Lao's expression was solemn, and he said solemnly: "Our provincial museum, all the members of the calligraphy and painting appraisal group, in addition to the appraisal masters of the neighboring provincial collectors association, and the connoisseurs of the Sansutang Museum in Meishan, Shuzhong......"

When Chi Lao listed, Tian Lao and others came on the stage one after another. Stood next to him.

A moment later, the stage was already full, roughly more than twenty or thirty. Gray-haired, or middle-aged connoisseurs gather together, but it is also quite spectacular. For these connoisseurs, some people know them, some people don't know them but have heard of them, and anyway, they know that they belong to very famous people.

At this time, these famous characters in the eyes of ordinary people are either smiling. Or with a serious expression, and then under the gesture of Chi Lao, he said in unison: "After our joint identification, we unanimously believe that this is the authentic work of Dongpo!" ”

This is not a gimmick, but an emphasis on national treasures. They used their reputation to vouch for it, dispelling the world's doubts about this long scroll of red cliffs before and after. Moreover, the effect is also very obvious.

After being shocked, everyone also knew that these people on the stage were not some unreliable experts on TV. Since there is now a consensus that something is genuine, it must not be wrong. Besides, if it's just two or three people guaranteeing it, everyone may still be muttering in their hearts. But twenty or thirty people testified together, and the credibility was at least several times greater.

That is, understanding this truth, Xiao Duan and Liu Liang looked at each other, and their expressions were extremely complicated. You know, yesterday they thought it was a fake. But today they were told that it was a priceless treasure, how do you think they would feel? Regret? That's for sure. I regret it so much that I even have to tie my intestines.

Then there is a deep hatred, hating why I have no pearls and sell things so easily......

Not to mention the remorse of the two, anyway, at this time, the two are just insignificant little people, and they can't make any waves at all, and they don't even dare to make any waves. After all, the strong and well-guarded security guards around are not vegetarians, and if they dare to disturb public order, there is absolutely no good end.

On the other hand, Wang Guan was in a very comfortable mood, and looking at the excited crowd, he finally understood why many collectors were so desperate to open museums. It is better to be happy alone than to be happy with everyone, and if you have any good things, it is best not to cherish yourself, but to be willing to share with everyone.

In this way, your own happiness and everyone's happiness can be gathered together, and it can be directly transformed into an ocean of joy. The sense of accomplishment and satisfaction in it cannot be explained clearly in a few words, anyway, Wang Guan is happy in it.

However, before Wang Guan could be happy, he saw Xing Qiu coming over dejectedly.

"How?" Wang Guan glanced at it and smiled slightly: "Is it decided in a war?" ”

"Are you laughing at me?"

Xing Qiu said angrily: "I haven't failed yet...... By the way, do you know what the five-color mud is? ”

"Five-colored mud?" Wang Guan was stunned for a moment, and said a little puzzled: "Good and decent, what are you asking about this?" It's too much of a jump. ”

"No way, the beauty said that if I can help her find a piece of the best five-color mud, she will promise to give me a chance." As he spoke, Xing Qiu frowned: "But what is the five-color mud?" Five colors of mud? ”

"Are you sure it's five-colored mud, not five-colored soil?" Wang Guan confirmed.

"Uh, what's the difference between the two?" Xing Qiu was inexplicably puzzled.

"There must be a difference."

Wang Guan slowly explained: "If it is five-colored soil, then it is easier to do. You must know that in ancient China, there has always been a system of community sacrifices. In ancient times, the place where the god of the land was worshiped was called the shrine, and the place where the god of grain was worshiped was called Ji. The ancients believed that people do not stand on the soil, and they do not eat grain. So we attach great importance to these two things, and even call the country a social ......"

"I know this, to the point." Xing Qiu scratched his head and said, "What does this 'Sheji' have to do with the five-color soil?" ”

"The altar used for sacrifice is generally made of five-colored soil."

Wang Guan said with a smile: "Now there is a shrine built in the Ming Dynasty in Zhongshan Park in the capital, which is paved with five colors of soil. The east is cyan, the south is red, the west is white, the north is black, and the center is yellow. The five colors of the soil, which allude to the territory of the whole of China, were paid tribute from all over the country to show that the whole world was not the meaning of the king's land. ”

"That sounds like a bit of a hassle, but it's pretty easy to collect." Xing Qiu muttered to himself, after all, modern transportation is very convenient, as long as he is willing to spend money, it is estimated that he can gather all the five-colored soil in one day.

"It's really simple, that's why I asked you if you were five-colored soil or five-colored mud."

Wang Guan smiled again: "If it is five-color mud, especially the best five-color mud, it will not be easy." Well, it should be said that it is very difficult, it is difficult to the point that it is difficult to go to the Shu Road, and it is difficult to go to the blue sky. ”

"What do you mean?" Xing Qiu hurriedly asked, "What is the five-colored mud?" ”

"What do you think the five-colored mud will be?" Wang Guan asked rhetorically.

"Five colors of mud?" Xingqiu cautiously speculated, "But I don't think it's that simple. ”

"Your feeling is still quite reliable, things are not simple, but the point is not worth mentioning." Wang Guan's eyes flashed, and he smiled mysteriously: "That beauty is from Yixing." ”

“…… I don't know. Xingqiu was stunned and said, "Why do you think she is from Yixing?" ”

Wang Guan no longer sells Guanzi, and directly reveals the answer: "Because the five-colored mud is purple sand mud." ”

"What?" Xing Qiu was stunned for a moment, and then said with a suspicious expression: "Isn't the purple sand mud purple?" Why is it five-colored mud again? I heard it very clearly, she was talking about five-color mud, not purple sand mud, standard Mandarin ......"

"Who told you that purple sand mud is purple?"

Wang Guan said helplessly: "You go to check the information to know, in fact, purple sand mud is a general term for green mud, red mud, purple mud, and there are also green, yellow and white colors, so some people call purple sand mud five-color mud." However, this title is not common, it is only circulated within connoisseurs, and it is understandable that you, the layman of the layman, do not know about it. ”

"When other beauties mention five-color mud, they are probably testing whether you and her have a common language."

Speaking of this, Wang Guan sighed on the surface, but in fact gloated: "It's a pity that because you don't learn and don't grasp the opportunity, don't complain that others are making things difficult for you." ”

"I see." Xing Qiu suddenly realized, and did not ignore Wang Guan's ridicule, but said excitedly: "I'll order a box of purple sand mud right away......

"Don't worry." Wang Guan stretched out his hand to stop him, and his eyes showed a bit of pity: "What did she say?" ”

"I asked her to give me a chance, but she said that if I take a piece of top-grade five-color mud, I will give you a chance......" Xing Qiu suddenly had a bad premonition, and hurriedly sounded: "Is there any mystery in this?" ”

"Clever!" Wang Guan gave a thumbs up and sighed with a smile: "It seems that that beauty is very unhappy with your entanglement, so she wants you to die completely." ”

"What do you mean, can you explain it clearly?" Xingqiu asked, finding that his bad premonition seemed to be coming true.

"Now the top purple sand mud recognized in the industry is a mud called azure mud." Glancing at Xingqiu, Wang Guan shook his head and sighed: "However, this azure mud has now been lost and has become a legend. ”

"Why?" Xingqiu was shocked and asked, "Why is it lost?" ”

"It is said that the azure mud resources are scarce, so it has been dug up."

Wang Guan muttered: "Some people also say that because there are so many people excavating, that the underground water veins have been dug up, and the mine cave that produces azure mud has been submerged, forming a large pool. Anyway, no matter what the reason, it's already a fact that Azure Mud is lost, and if you're lucky, you might be able to find a piece or two......"

"Didn't you say that it was lost, how can it still be?" Xing Qiu was surprised, but also rekindled the flame of hope.

"The loss of modern times does not mean that ancient times are also lost."

Wang Guan chuckled and said: "In fact, purple sand mud is the name of ordinary people, and insiders generally call it green mud, and azure mud is the rarest variety of green mud. Therefore, in the ancient Yixing girl's dowry out of the cabinet, there was often a party of azure mud. Such a custom is already a convention like the fact that a Shaoxing girl must have a daughter red when she marries......" (To be continued. For mobile phone users, please go to read. )