"Haotian, amazing, amazing." Looking at the work in front of him, Zhang Zhigang excitedly took the case.

"Uncle Zhang, just like it." Jin Haotian said with a faint smile, he put a lot of effort into this work, he really liked it very much, and even stretched out his evil mind to take him for himself.

"Fate, your Uncle Zhang's piece of jade has been hidden for ten years, and today he finally shows his most beautiful side. Come to Haotian and put your money on it. Zhang Zhiguo said seriously.

"This ...... Is this appropriate? Jin Haotian smiled hesitantly.

"How is it not suitable, with your style, this piece is perfect." Zhang Zhiguo said with a smile.

"Then thank you, Uncle Zhang." Jin Haotian said happily.

"Hehe, it's me who should be thanked. After you become famous, my work will be worth a lot, enough for our stinky little squander. Zhang Zhiguo said with a sigh.

Hearing Zhang Zhiguo say this, Jin Haotian was not hypocritical, took out a roller knife he carried with him, and respectfully carved a few quaint small seal miniature carvings of "Jin Haotian, a lackey under the Gangmen" on the side of the work.

"Good. Good words, Haotian, I can't imagine that your calligraphy has such a high attainment. Then Zhang Zhiguo saw the content on it and couldn't help but scream excitedly.

"Huh." Hearing the praise, Haotian smiled a little shyly, and there were enough compliments he heard today.

"Haotian, Uncle Zhang has shown his old face today, please have a pair of ink treasures, how about it." Zhang Zhiguo said with a smile.

"I would like to be sent by Uncle Zhang." Jin Haotian said playfully, and then followed Zhang Zhiguo to the study.

As soon as he entered the study, Jin Haotian felt a strong aura?

Why is the aura here so great? Jin Haotian wondered in his heart.

Looking around, he found that in addition to a large number of books in Zhang Zhiguo's study, there were several blue and white porcelain vases on the Bogu shelf next to him.

"Hehe, this is Kangxi blue and white rattle, it is a rare essence in the official kiln, this is what I bought for two yuan on the black market ten years ago." Zhang Zhiguo said with a smile, his words were filled with pleasure and pride after picking up the leak.

"Uncle Zhang's current value is it, and let me be such a layman." Q&A of Jin Haotian's gossip.

"Hehe, now it's worth more than 20 million to say the least." Zhang Zhiguo said lightly.

"Hey, Uncle Zhang, your room is worth more than 100 million yuan." Jin Haotian said in shock, because he felt that the aura of several antiques on the Bogu shelf was almost the same, and this one could reach more than 20 million, and the others were not bad.

"It's not that high, but it's about the same." Zhang Zhiguo Road.

"This room is terrifying, if you accidentally come across one, you can't afford to sell me." Jin Haotian said with palpitations, if this guy is accidentally broken, then he really can't afford to sell himself, and he said to hurry up and finish writing and go out early, this room is also terrifying.

"Haha, you stinky little one." Looking at the timid expression on Jin Haotian's face, Zhang Zhiguo couldn't help but smile happily.

How many people entered their study and learned the value here, some of them showed envy on their faces, some were full of greed, and some had an inexplicable disgust, thinking that he was a big corrupt official, only the stinky little in front of him actually showed a look of fear, this little of the old Jin family is really interesting.

But it's really rare for such a young man who is not moved by money, and Lao Jin is really a good child.

He couldn't help but sigh in his heart.

"Uncle Zhang will introduce your Tibetan to my nephew, so that I, an ignorant little gainer, can gain insight." Jin Haotian said with a smile.

"Okay, if you're willing to listen to me, I'll tell you about it." It's rare to meet a young man who is interested in antiques.

It's not like the bastard of his own, who only knows how to eat, drink, and have fun, and is not interested in these things at all.

One wish, one wish to teach.

An old man and a young man stayed in the study for a whole afternoon, and Zhang Zhiguo introduced his personal collections to Jin Haotian in great detail. Listening to Jin Haotian was fascinated, I didn't think that there were so many interesting stories in it, almost every collection contains the history of the rise and fall of an era and a dynasty, and there is a bizarre story after each collection, aside from the value of the collection itself, these stories are fascinating, not to mention the unique value and economic value contained in it, no wonder people call it an antique, no wonder Hao Chenguang is so obsessed with this, Picking a small leak of a few dollars can make him, a rich man with a lot of money, excited for a long time, and it really makes sense.

When he heard that most of the treasures in this study were from the thrift market, and some were even picked up from the garbage recycling station, Jin Haotian couldn't help but think of Zhang Zhiguo's funny nickname, and couldn't help but smile and said: "Uncle Zhang, no wonder people call you a tattered general, it turns out that you have gone out." ”

"Hahahaha." Hearing this, Zhang Zhiguo laughed heartily, and there was indescribable pride and pride in his laughter.

"Okay, Xiao, I've been telling you about this for a long time, and it's time for you to show Uncle Zhang a hand." Zhang Zhiguo said.

"Okay. I must write it to Uncle Zhang. Jin Haotian said seriously.

When he saw Zhang Zhiguo take out a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, Jin Haotian was petrified again.

Although the pen and inkstone are contemporary lake pens and inkstones, as long as you have money, you can buy them, and there is nothing unusual.

But the ink and paper did have a lot of origins.

Seeing this, Jin Haotian smiled bitterly and said to Zhang Zhiguo: "Uncle Zhang, you can trust me, aren't you afraid that I will spoil your paper and ink?" ”

"Hehe, do you know these two?" Zhang Zhiguo's eyes lit up and asked.

"I know, I've seen it at the master's house before." Jin Hao Tiandao.

"Oh, tell me." Zhang Zhiguo asked in a slightly elegant tone.

"This is Li Mo, that's Chengxintang, and the paper is something that has been around for years." Jin Haotian said with emotion.

"Yo he, it's so small, the eyes are thieves enough, you can see it at a glance, you have to know how many people have collected, but it was determined after a long time of confirmation." Zhang Zhiguo praised.

"Hehe, that's those teachers who have a rigorous style, unlike those who know nonsense when they are young." Jin Haotian said modestly.

"Hehe, you're really modest when you're small, and you don't look like a golden cannon at all." Zhang Zhiguo teased and then asked: "Test you, do you know the origin of this Li Mo and Chengxin paper?" ”

Hearing this, Jin Haotian thought for a while and then gushed about the origin of this Li Mo and Chengxintang paper, of course, these were all said by his master before, and now they are just parrots.

The so-called Li Mo, "Li Tingqi Mo", a famous ink maker in the Southern Tang Dynasty, formerly known as Xi Tingqi. The ink making is excellent, and it is deeply appreciated by Li Yu, the queen of the Southern Tang Dynasty, who served as the ink officer, gave the country the surname, and changed his name to Li Tingqi.

While inheriting the technology of his ancestors, Li Tingjun strives to innovate.

After repeated research and countless experiments, he invented a new formula: one pound of pine tobacco, two pearls, one tael of jade shavings, one tael of borneol, and raw lacquer, deer horn gum, pearls, rhino horn, garcinia cambogia, croton, tung oil, musk, borneol, ash, wood veneer, pomegranate peel and other things, pounded 100,000 times. Therefore, the ink he made, the glue does not deteriorate, the ink does not deform, the quality greatly exceeds that of the grandfather and father, and reaches the peak of the process, and then forms a new card - "Li Tingqi ink", the provincial name is "Li Mo", there is "gold is easy to obtain, Li Mo is hard to find" only said.

It is said that the ink made by Li Tingqi is "rich and greasy, and shiny like lacquer." And it is as hard as a stone, "its strength can be cut wood, falling into the ditch, and it will not be damaged for months." The edge of the ink is like a knife edge, and the paper can be cut.

Someone has done an experiment and used this kind of ink to copy one and a half parts of the Huayan Sutra, and only then did he grind down an inch. There is also a student who grinds and learns characters, "Write 5,000 a day", and a piece of ink has been recorded for ten years.

There is also a story, said that there used to be a rich and noble family, accidentally dropped a gold object into the pool in the courtyard, so he ordered the family good at swimming servants to go down to the pool to salvage, along with the gold salvage and a few years ago inadvertently fell into the pool A piece of Li Mo, when the fish was fished up, the piece of Li Mo soaked in the pool water for several years is still the same light and color, and the surface is as new.

This shows how fine and tough the ink is!

As for the Chengxintang paper, it is a paper made by Li Yu, the descendant of the Southern Tang Dynasty of the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms.

At that time, Li Houzhu's poems, calligraphy and paintings were known as the world's best, in order to make the paper better express his emotions, he developed the ideal paper for his own use regardless of the cost. At that time, the paper workers in Huizhou and Xuanzhou made this kind of Chengxintang paper according to his mind.

Li Yu liked this kind of paper very much, and specially set aside the "Chengxintang" hall that he used to read, review and discuss national affairs, to store this expensive paper, and the "Chengxintang paper" got its name.

Later, some calligraphers had a high evaluation of this paper, saying: the skin is like a membrane, clean as jade, thin and smooth, and the crown is in a moment. To put it bluntly, this kind of paper has the characteristics of thin, smooth and tough, and is loved by many ink writers.

The poet Mei Yaochen wrote a poem for it, and the poem said: "Chengxin paper out of Xin'an County, touching the moon and knocking on the ice is more than enough; Pan Hou can not only make paper, ribbed fine inkstone engraved dragon tail. ”

When Dong Qichang, a calligrapher in the Ming Dynasty, got the paper of Chengxintang, he said with emotion: "I dare not write on this paper." ”

Chengxintang paper is of high quality, but it is rarely handed down. Cai Xiang, a calligrapher of the Northern Song Dynasty, tried to restore it, but was unsuccessful.

Later, it is said that the Qianlong Emperor of the Qing Dynasty finally succeeded in restoring it after painstaking research.

It is precisely because of the small amount of this paper that it is very valuable and valuable. Mei Yaochen's poem: "The cold stream soaks the night moon, knocks on the ice and raises the curtain to cut the fat. Roasting is smooth and smooth, and a piece of gold is undoubted. ”

This is why it is known as the best paper in the history of exchange.

Once at a rice paper fair, a knife of Chengxintang paper was auctioned, the price of which was as high as 35,000 yuan, and someone calculated that a piece of paper was worth 4,000, which is really a sky-high price.