Seeing that Lin Yi seemed to be full of confidence, Hai Baichuan was also very curious in his heart, wanting to see what kind of fame Lin Yi could make, so he gave Uncle Chang a look, Uncle Chang didn't dare to slack off, and hurriedly ran out of the collection room to find something. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

This is an auction company, there are all kinds of antiques, and naturally there are also four treasures of the study, two or three minutes of effort, Uncle Chang ran back, holding a few small boxes in his hands, all of which are carefully packaged brushes and ink strips.

In this era, the ordinary utensils commonly used by readers in the past have now been carefully packaged, and their identities have changed and become ornamental products.

"Lin Sheng, I've brought what you want." Uncle Chang was out of breath, although he said this to Lin Yi, his eyes looked at the big boss Hai Baichuan, as if he was reporting to him.

Hai Baichuan saw it in his eyes, and he praised a loyal old man like Uncle Chang even more, and felt that compared to that damn Mike Lee, Uncle Chang was really comfortable to use.

Lin Yike didn't care about this, unpacked the packages, first took out a black ink strip with the length of his middle finger and the thickness of his thumb, and then picked up the kettle on the table and poured half a cup of water into the inkstone he took.

The inkstone did not change, Lin Yi pinched the ink strip, took a deep breath, and began to grind it slowly.

As the minutes passed, a third of the ink strip had been worn off, and the ink on the top of the inkstone slowly rotated with the ink strip, reflecting the luster.

Hai Baichuan's eyes widened, in his opinion, maybe the painting is fake, and the ink grinding is real, and it is estimated that a miracle can occur in the ink grinding. But he waited and waited, watching Lin Yi keep grinding ink, but he still didn't find anything abnormal, and finally couldn't help it: "Lin Sheng, do you really want to paint?" ”

"Yes, please help spread out the rice paper," Lin Yi said nonchalantly---

Hai Baichuan, depressed.

Uncle Chang next to him spread the rice paper in front of Lin Yi very diligently, waiting---

Speaking of Mike Lee, in fact, from the beginning he refused Lin Yi to use this inkstone to grind ink, his reason was to keep the antique "intact", but after thinking about it, this inkstone was originally used for ink grinding to write and paint, if he stopped it again, it was inevitable that the reason was a little far-fetched; What's more, he didn't want to dwell on it anymore, he wanted to see how Lin Yi's dirt bun died--- and he was quick to solve it, in his opinion, the other party was simply helpless to do so, and he was playing tricks.

……

A little more later---

"Lin Sheng, is it okay?" Hai Baichuan was a little anxious.

"Don't be anxious, this inkstone has not been used for hundreds of years, and it will take time to stimulate its effect." Lin Yi said unhurriedly.

Five minutes passed, Lin Yi's nose moved, his eyes brightened, and he said in surprise: "It's okay." ”

Hai Baichuan didn't understand, Uncle Chang didn't understand, Mike Lee just sneered.

Then I saw that Lin Yi really started painting---

However, unlike what everyone imagined, Lin Yi did not pick up the brush and wave it on the rice paper, but dipped the brush in ink, and then picked up the inkstone and wiped it carefully.

What the hell?

All three widened their eyes.

……

Lin Yi did it very carefully and seriously, and soon, the four sides, bottom and edges of the entire inkstone were all wiped with a brush.

Is this a brush, or a brush?

Just when everyone is confused and not in a hurry.

I saw Lin Yi holding the inkstone with two fingers, like a seal, and pressed it fiercely towards the snow-white rice paper......

At this point, if you don't understand what he's doing, then there's really something wrong with your IQ.

I saw that under Lin Yi's hand, patterns and handwriting appeared on the originally snow-white rice paper, and there was no doubt that it was the real "identity" of this inkstone hidden in the ink dirt!

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You must know that many ancient inkstones will be lost over time, because of those ink dirt to cover their own patterns and handwriting, but no matter how hidden, those concave and convex feelings are still there. Before, when Lin Yi was using the "word trick" to rub, he sensed it.

Lin Yi believes in his nose and believes that the wisp of ink fragrance definitely does not appear out of thin air, so he believes that the real "identity" of this inkstone must have a great origin. That's why he dared to make such a big bet and use his hand to uncover its identity.

At this moment, the pattern jumps on the paper, and the fragrance of ink wafts out of the paper, leisurely.

Hai Baichuan looked at the magical changes in front of him in a daze, Uncle Chang's expression was the same as his, and he even leaned over to carefully screen it...... As for Mike Lee, he was amazed.

Lin Yi saw this. He was even more sure of his guess, so he smiled and said: "I'm sorry, I'm a little clumsy, I can't make a too good-looking painting, I can only use Tuo's, Tuo's such a thing comes out, and please enjoy it carefully." ”

Seeing that the three of them had begun to screen those patterns and handwriting, Lin Yi said: "As one of the four treasures of the study, the inkstone has been sought after by literati throughout the ages. The four great calligraphers of the Song Dynasty 'Su Huang Mi Cai' were even more fond of Tibetan inkstones. Since ancient times, there has been a "rice mad worship stone" of the eternal story, there was a wealthy businessman in the south of the Yangtze River begged Mi Fu this "inkstone idiot", willing to exchange a garden mansion for his collection of a Southern Tang Dynasty master Li Yu's Lingbi stone inkstone. The inkstone has been an investment collection since ancient times, which can be seen from this. Even in the years of economic weakness after the global financial crisis in 2008, the auction turnover of inkstones was also quite impressive, such as the 2010 Beijing Poly Spring Auction, where the imperial inscription poem Cheng Ni Fuhu inkstone and the red sandalwood lid box of Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty were sold for 14 million yuan, breaking the world record of inkstone auction at that time. ”

After saying this, Lin Yi secretly exhaled and said, "Ashamed", these contents are actually from the "Yantai Expo" and some other miscellaneous books. Now it's also a live learning and use, and it's a show off on the spot.

At this time, Hai Baichuan, Uncle Chang, and Mike Li had already figured out the pattern and handwriting written down by Lin Yituo, which was equivalent to identifying the origin of this inkstone.

This inkstone is the Qing Daoguang two years Liang Zhenxin carved Ruan Yuanming end stone carved inkstone, the main body of the inkstone carved the image of the three friends of the year, the inkstone carved with three people riding a horse galloping map, and the book "three friends of the cold, the stone inscription of the day." The full moon in the pond, the ink rain and fragrant clouds. "Fall" Bo Yuan "paragraph.

The skillfulness of this inkstone carving technique, the excellence of stone-making, and the neatness of the inscription calligraphy can be called the "three uniques". This inkstone can be called "its own natural inkstone, the mountain and forest scenery is commendable", treasured, appreciated, there seems to be ink fragrance.

In fact, having said so much, it can be summed up in three words, "Good stuff!" ”

Hai Baichuan never thought that the situation would take a sharp turn, his heart was extremely excited, and he couldn't help but sing and harmonize with Lin Yi: "Such a baby, but I don't know what the price is?" ”

Lin Yi smiled and said, "The minimum can be millions --- Mr. Mike, what do you think?" "Turning his head to look at someone.

Mike Lee, with a black line on his face! (To be continued.) )