Looking at this ancient jade pendant, Li Mobai couldn't cry or laugh in his heart, there could be such a thing, this piece of jade is a pretty good piece of ancient jade, and the most important thing is that this is the carving of the Han Eight Knife, which can be said to be a very rare good thing.

However, the color on it is fake, and the most odious thing is that the manufacturer of the fake also used a rather bad 'wind jade method' and the 'sheep jade method' to make this piece of jade, which was originally from the Han Dynasty, into a four-like one.

The so-called 'wind jade' method, in fact, there are quite a lot of restrictions, and can only be done in the north, first put the jade into the thick gray water and black plum water to boil, while it is hot into the wind and snow, after a day and night, the jade in the action of cold and heat under the action of cracks, very close to the ancient jade cow hair.

It was not enough for the person who made the fake to do this, but continued to use the disgusting "sheep jade" process, and after the freezing and cracking of the wind and snow, he actually implanted this piece of jade on a live leg of lamb for several years before taking it out, and finally formed the blood stain seen now.

Looking at this piece of jade, Li Mobai knew that the person who had reprocessed this piece of ancient jade had been dead for one or two hundred years, and he only hoped that this blood was concocted by the sheep jade method, not a living person.

"Mo Lao, this piece of jade is a good jade, it's just a pity, it has been trampled, but it's still a treasure, the Han Badao, which has been lost for two thousand years, is fortunate to see it again, it's really a blessing to your old man." Li Mobai had a score in his heart, looked at Mo Zhengjin and said.

Insert a gossip here, the so-called Han Eight Knife, not only eight knives are used when carving, but a name for the peak carving skills of the Han Dynasty, the specific explanation is not three or five sentences can be made clear, here is not specific, as long as you understand that the Han Eight Knife is not eight knife carving, and the Han Eight Knife is a very rough carving technique, and the carving skills of later generations are not different.

"Lao Li, your Mobai is a demon! People can only specialize in one in their lives, and the most talented ones are also specialized in two, Mo Bai can be said to have reached the peak level of appreciation in calligraphy and painting, bronze (bronze refers to this article), and jade. Mo Zhengjin said in surprise when he heard this, and couldn't help but look at the old man's eyes with some envy.

"Haha, Mo Bai is still very tender now, very immature, he just has a better memory, he is too playful, and he is very good at causing trouble." The old man laughed and said, although the words were tactful, but his heart was already happy.

"Okay, you old man Li, you are cheap and good-looking, the color head just now is invalid, we didn't talk about the color head just now, right?" Zhao Defang was also stunned for a moment, seeing that Li Mobai had already finalized three pieces, and his heart was already out of content.

"Yes, yes, I was admiring Mr. Daoxuan's painting just now, what kind of color, I don't know!" Zhang Changshuo hurriedly echoed when he heard this, and had already admitted that Li Mobai was a demon, and if he admitted the matter of Caitou at this time, it would obviously be to send his baby out.

"You old things, my old man is not deaf and dazzling, it's like joining hands to fool me, be careful that I let you sleep on the floor at night!" The old man was not annoyed when he saw these old guys pretending to be confused here, and laughed and scolded happily.

Looking at these sometimes rigorous, sometimes naughty old children, Li Mobai said in his heart that he really doesn't look at the Water Margin, if he lets these old guys look at the Water Margin, maybe there will be a second town in Guanxi to be beaten.

Picked up a blue and white jar, looked at the bottom of the circle, and found that it was the 'Ming Xuande Year System', took a closer look, and couldn't help but be happy, master, it is a blessing to see such a thing, even if it is worth it, I can't help laughing, "Old man He, you are obviously bullying Mo Bai!" ”

"Haha, do you think I dare, if I bully you, I can still have a good life!" He Zhiqiu laughed, "If you want to talk about bullying people, Old Man Mo is an expert, but I was bullied by him miserably." ”

"Okay, you old man, it's obvious that you are cheeky and begging me, why did I bully you!" Old man Mo was not happy when he heard it, you old boy clearly had bad intentions, but you put the responsibility on my head.

"Mo Bai, what the hell do you think of this thing?" He Zhiqiu saw that Old Man Mo had jumped to his feet, but he no longer paid attention to Old Man Mo, but turned to Li Mobai.

"I see, this is a serious blue and white with no flaws, really blue and white!" Li Mobai was happy in his heart, knowing that this thing must have something to do with Mo Zhengjin, so he casually said nonsense, "However, this is really not Bi Zhengde!" ”

"Haha, old man Mo, your old boy is finally deflated this time, you can't be proud!" He Zhiqiu laughed, he was very happy in his heart, and it was also a very happy thing to make Mo Zhengjin deflated.

"Mo Bai, how did you see that?" Mo Zhengjin was stunned, how did this kid find that mark, even if Old Man Li said it, but the position of my mark is not fixed.

Li Mobai smiled and said, "This is really blue and white, it's true, it's a game of history, it's a game of history and culture, of course, it's history itself, and history has a unique taste and vicissitudes of history." ”

Li Mo Baihua did not say thoroughly, I can't say, my sense of touch and smell is better than yours, it is undeniable that this blue and white jar, whether it is the shape of the vessel or the glaze, the style, etc., all have the characteristics of Zhengde blue and white, but as long as it is an antiquity, there is naturally a different feeling from China, and modern imitations naturally cannot wash away the unique taste of the modern social environment.

"Forget it, I don't need to look at the broken clay pot and the inkstone in the back, today is the first time I've seen someone see through this blue and white jar, Mo Bai, you are smarter than your old man." Mo Zhengjin listened to Li Mobai's words and knew that Li Mobai had determined the origin, but he couldn't say whether to laugh or lose in his heart.

"Hehe, old man Mo, this is called the back waves of the Yangtze River pushing the front waves, and the front waves die on the beach, let's give way, the future is young after all, we are outdated!" He Zhiqiu didn't joke with Mo Zhengjin this time, but said with feeling.

"Since I've brought it all, I naturally want to take a look, this is a rare learning opportunity, and I can ask you seniors for guidance." Li Mobai smiled, if he really didn't look at it, he would completely offend the owner of this clay pot and inkstone.

After speaking, he picked up this inkstone, this is a brick inkstone, it is not difficult to confirm the authenticity, but it is difficult to break the dynasty, the same brick inkstone, the value is worlds apart.

The brick inkstone is the most popular among the writers and inkmen of the Han bricks, because the Han bricks have many patterns, look ancient and simple, and the bricks are delicate, and have a high value of appreciation, since ancient times, many literati and inkmen are very fond of brick inkstones. At an auction in 05, the auction price of the brick inkstone used by Mr. Wu Changshuo reached 650,000, which can be said to be the highest price of the brick inkstone in recent years.

The brick inkstone in front of him, although not as famous as Mr. Wu Changshuo's brick inkstone, but in Li Mobai's eyes, it is more valuable, because this is a real Han brick, the side of the year number, the production month, the place of production, the producer, etc., that is, the 'gold brick' among the Han bricks, if you want to say that the fly in the ointment, that is, the brick inkstone has not been inkstone for a long time, but the technique of making the inkstone is quite excellent, and in general it is still the best of the best.

"Old Hu, I accepted your gift first, Mo Bai wrote that you are old first!" Li Mobai said seriously towards Hu Yuanzheng, "This brick inkstone, although it has been made into an inkstone for no more than 10 years, is a gold brick among Han bricks, and the ingenuity of making inkstone is really rare." ”

"Hey, old man Li, you're too inauthentic, you have everything in your house, Mo Bai still has something you haven't seen? You're clearly cheating us! Old man Hu is obviously quite heartbroken, this inkstone is almost everyone said to be a fake, but he does not deny it, it is strange not to be heartbroken at this time.

"Haha, Lao Hu, you want to show off, I didn't let you do that, but you don't have a painful look, you have more." The old man laughed when he heard this, although his collection really didn't have an inkstone made of gold bricks in the Han Dynasty, but the inkstone was really easy for Li Mobai.

Several old men looked at each other, Li Mobai had already finished reading 5 pieces, all of them were right, and the last clay pot was really not too difficult, it only needed to be broken to pass the test.

Looking at the expressions of several old men, the old man smiled, "You old things are really useless, aren't you still happy?" ”

"Old man Li, don't be complacent, Mo Bai is taught by you, but this is the result of Mo Bai's own efforts, and it has nothing to do with you. I know that Mo Bai hasn't been by your side all these years, and obviously you haven't given Mo Bai too much. Zhao Defang obviously didn't want to see the old man alone and beautiful, so he said a blow.

"That's it, Mo Bai, although this clay pot is ordinary, as long as you say the Tao in the book, I will teach you this ability, as long as you are willing to learn." Wang Ruchang said with a smile, but at this time, it attracted Li Mobai's attention.

"Lao Wang, what is your ability! Mo Bai, if you want to learn, learn from me, I guarantee that you can do whatever you want in the future, you see that the price of Qianlong pastel is over 100 million now, what is that thing, for me it is a beginner's skill, how about it? Mo Zhengjin grabbed it when he heard this.

"Mo Bai, don't believe Old Man Wang and Old Man Mo, they are both small ways, I Hu Yuanzheng dare not say that his eyesight is more poisonous than your old man, but my method is completely different from him, if you are willing to learn, you can just merge the strengths of the two families and become a generation of famous Jinshi family in the annals of history."

"Ahem, you guys...... It's a bit excessive, don't forget today's business! The old man saw that these old things had been mixed up, and hurriedly reminded him.

The business is not over, the clay pot is obviously a perfectly restored Yangshao culture period of painted pottery, since childhood often go to the Banpo Museum, this thing is not strange to himself, the old man will not know, but what else is the matter?

(To be continued)