"Okay." Tang Yi nodded, "He said, it is a set of four treasures of the study, pen, ink, paper, and inkstone." However, since this pen is a general product, it is difficult to become a common product for this set of four treasures of the study. ”

"No matter how bad it is, it's an old thing, and the things in the study room are good if they get bookish." Mao Zhu said with a smile, "I'll invite you to dinner, and the rice will serve the meat." ”

Tang Yi scolded with a smile: "On this hot day at noon, eat meat, you have a really good appetite!" ”

The meat is a kind of special food in Shanzhou, it is to cut the three-layer pork belly with skin into large slices with a thickness of about one centimeter, after the sauce is made, and then stewed, the taste is fat but not greasy, thin but not firewood, crispy and delicious, the gravy can be poured on the rice, the sauce is fragrant. Generally, the meat from the butcher shop is stewed and put in a clay pot to keep warm, so you can eat it when you go.

"It's delicious and fast!" Mao stopped one by one, "It's not expensive." ”

"Okay!" Tang Yi made an appointment to meet at noon on the phone, and the old man agreed. Near noon, Tang Yi closed the door of the store, and Mao drove to a nearby store with a good reputation, and ordered rice and pork, with fried chili, spiced dried tofu, shredded potatoes and other side dishes, and quickly finished eating.

Subsequently, the two took a taxi and went straight to the old man's home.

When the old man left his contact information, he only left the surname "Li", followed by a series of phone numbers. Tang Yi kept calling him "old man" and didn't pay much attention to it.

The old man lives in an open community, an old building. Nice floor, 3rd floor.

"Uncle Li, excuse me." Mao said quickly, and after the old man opened the door, he immediately said.

"Come, come in and sit! My wife went out to buy something, and I was at home by myself. The old man hurriedly said. After entering the door, Tang Yi found that the furnishings in the old man's home were simple, but they were very clean.

"Didn't disturb your dinner, did you?" Tang Yi asked after entering the door.

"No, we ate early, and my wife went out after eating." The old man asked Tang Yi and Mao to sit down on the sofa in the living room, "You wait, I'll go get something." ”

The old man quickly came out with a delicate mahogany bookcase.

Tang Yi looked at it for a moment, "Uncle Li, the four treasures of the study room you said and this bookbox were passed down together, right?" ”

"That's right." Uncle Li laughed.

Tang Yixin said that sure enough, this bookbox should be an object in the middle of the Qing Dynasty from the perspective of shape, craftsmanship and pulp. That is to say, maybe the things in the bookbox are from an earlier period, but Uncle Li's ancestors may have gotten them one after another, and the last thing was obtained in the Qing Dynasty.

When you open the bookcase, you can see the contents at a glance. The pen is indeed a Zhuge pen, but the material is also purple bamboo wolf, and the pen barrel is not engraved. The pen is very full, as if it has never been used. Tang Yi specially pulled the pen, and sure enough, he was able to pull out a section, which is a characteristic of Zhuge pen.

Moreover, Tang Yi wanted to find out if there was something hidden in it. Looking at it this way, no.

The inkstone is a piece of Song Dynasty inkstone, the lotus pond frog chirps, the lotus leaf-shaped inkstone pond, and a frog is carved next to it, the material is excellent, and the craftsmanship is exquisite.

And the booklet made of rice paper, judging from the paper, looks more like something from the Ming Dynasty. There is a blank space in the bibliography, and the red stripes have been printed on it, but it is clean and has never been used. Several things are of different ages, which also confirms Tang Yi's initial thoughts.

It is even possible that at the beginning, only the Zhuge pen with the blood book was complete, and then a better one was found, but the original one was reluctant to be thrown away, and it was put into the bookcase. There is still a pen slot in the bookcase, and there is a place to put an extra pen.

"Boutique!" Mao Chai couldn't help but exclaim. Because of the relatively black ink ingots, the other three items are easier to attract people's attention, so Tang Yi and Mao Zhu both looked at these three things first.

It is indeed a boutique, something that has been opened to the next generation, and it is very well preserved.

However, when Tang Yi carefully examined this rectangular ink ingot, Baoguang appeared, and his intuition suddenly appeared, and he immediately felt that the other three things really couldn't be compared with this piece of ink.

The ink ingot was held up, and the upward side was pitch black and glossy, but when it was turned over, the scene was very different.

On the other side of the ink ingot, there is a dragon and a phoenix carved first and then painted gold, the dragon is big and the phoenix is small, and the dragon is looking up and the phoenix is down. The extraordinary momentum of the dragon complements the auspicious aura of the dragon and phoenix. In the gap between the dragon and phoenix below the auspicious dragon and phoenix, there is a seal, which seems to be carved first, and then painted red.

The inscription is a small seal, which is slightly blurred, but still recognizable.

"Tingqi pays tribute." Tang Yi said softly, and the hand holding this ink ingot had a hard and fine smooth feeling.

Mao took it over carefully, muttering in his mouth: "Tingqi ······" Suddenly, his eyes widened, looking at Tang Yi, his voice trembled slightly: "Li Mo? ”

Mao Yi's expression was more suspicious than surprised, but Tang Yi nodded firmly at him.

Uncle Li obviously didn't know what the origin of "Li Mo" was, and thought to himself that my surname is Li, and my ancestral home is Hui Province. Wrong! I've never heard my father and grandparents say that judging by their expressions, they should be people with great backgrounds, and it seems that they are not made by celebrities in their ancestors.

Not really.

"Uncle Li, since your ancestral home is in Hui Province, have you ever heard of a legend about Hui Mo? In fact, it is also the legend of Li Mo. ”

"I'm ashamed, I only know that Huimo became famous in the late Tang and early Song dynasties, but as for the specific origin, I really don't know." Uncle Li smiled a little embarrassedly, "Although my surname is Li, this Li Mo is the first time I've heard of it." ”

There is indeed a legend about the origin of Huimo, although it is not as beautiful as Muyu Stone.

"Come, drink tea, since you're here, then you can tell me about it!" Uncle Li poured tea for Tang Yi and Mao Zhu, and took up the posture of a primary school student.

When Tang Yi saw it, he didn't excuse himself, took a sip of tea, and spoke.

At the end of the Tang Dynasty, there was a war and turmoil, and there was an ink worker named Xi Chao in Yishui in the north, who crossed the river with his family to escape the war and came to Shezhou. This Shezhou was renamed Huizhou in the Song Dynasty. During the period of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms, the subordination of Shezhou changed several times, and later belonged to the Southern Tang Dynasty, which was the country where the Empress Li later fell after "asking the monarch to have a few sorrows, just like a river flowing eastward".

One of the four famous inkstones, Sheyan, is produced in Shezhou. After Xi Chao came to Shezhou, there was another special product in this place - Huimo.

After Xi Chao stayed, he was attracted by the pine forests in Shezhou, and pine smoke is needed to make ink, which is a good natural ink-making condition! Therefore, Xi Chao took out the housekeeping skills, and at the same time improved the ink-making technology of pounding pine, glue and ingredients, it is said that he also added some special materials to the pine smoke, so as to create good ink, creating the history of Hui ink.

"But ······" Tang Yi pointed to the red seal on the ink ingot, "The one who really made Huimo famous was Xi Chao's son Xi Tingqi." ”