"It's all ink, right?" Seeing the contents of the box, Ma Ge said.

After the two men entered, they put the box on the ground, and then carefully opened the box, and with this cautious action, people subconsciously thought that there was a treasure inside.

I saw that in the box more than a foot high, there were pieces of ink ingots with pure black color and thick color stacked messily, but they all looked broken.

These ink ingots have a variety of shapes, such as squares, rectangles, ovals, polygons, and so on.

"It's an ink ingot." Zhuang Rui said: "It's just that they all seem to be incomplete. ”

Ink ingots are one of the four treasures of ancient Chinese scholars, which are divided into small pieces and put into copper molds or wood molds, and then pressed into ink ingots as calligraphy and painting supplies.

"Boss, do you accept these ink ingots?" A slightly thin man said, "These are all good things that have been handed down from the ancestors of the family, and although the above ones are bad, the ones below are good." ”

Gao Shan glanced at it and said, "Take it or not, then you have to take a closer look, two, don't you mind if I take it out, right?" ”

"Of course, boss, please." The thin man said.

After getting permission, Gao Shan took out a few newspapers from under the counter, put them on the table, and took out the ink ingots from the box one by one, very carefully, indeed as the two men said, at the beginning, most of the ink ingots were mutilated, but when they got to the bottom, they were all complete ink ingots.

"Two, take the liberty of asking, where did these things come from?" Takayama asked.

After that, he was worried that the two would misunderstand, Gao Shan explained: "Don't misunderstand, I don't mean anything else, but if these things are not clean, I don't dare to accept them." ”

In the antique industry, it is inevitable to deal with some people like Boss Yu, and it is naturally risky to accept the things sold by those people, so some antique shops will be more cautious.

"These things should have been handed down from our ancestors." Another man who looked more bookish said: "To be honest, these things were found when we were renovating the ancestral house, and there are not many people using ink ingots now, so we are thinking about selling them, such things should not be considered to be from the wrong way!" ”

"Of course not." Gao Shan smiled, then lowered his head and continued to arrange the ink ingots, taking out the ink ingots one by one and placing them on the table.

"These things, how do they look? Isn't it something ancient? Zhuang Rui asked in Huang Chong's ear.

"It's not bad, it should be." Huang Chong said softly, although he didn't get started, but Huang Chong used ink ingots to write in ancient times, and he was quite familiar with ink ingots, even if he didn't study them specifically, he could see that these ink ingots were indeed not bad with his eyesight.

As for the specific era, you need to get started to determine.

……

"Lao Gao, congratulations, you got a box of good ink." Li Shan said with a smile, after some negotiations, in the end, the two young men sold a whole box of ink ingots to Gao Shan for 80,000 yuan.

"Where, if you can't find someone who likes ink, and you want to make a move, it's not that simple, and if you don't do it, you have to press it in my hands." Gao Shan said, but looking at the smile on his face, it can be seen that things are not as bad as he said.

"These are the kind of inks that are used to write and draw?" Brother Ma picked up one of them and asked, "Don't say it, there is really an elegant ink fragrance." ”

Li Shan said: "This is indeed used for writing, many people think that ink ingots were used to polish ink writing and painting in ancient times, but in fact, they are not all right, similar to porcelain, there are practical utensils, ornamental utensils, and ink ingots are no exception." ”

"Oh, and that said?" Zhuang Rui asked.

"Of course, ink ingots can be roughly divided into six types in ancient times."

"Which six?"

"The first type, that must be the imperial ink used by the emperor, which is made by the royal family itself, and is naturally the most precious; The second type is called tribute ink, which is mostly specially made by local ink makers; the third is some literati and scholars, who customize their own ink; the fourth is to treasure ink, that is, ornamental ink; The fifth is medicinal ink that can be used to treat diseases, and finally commercial ink that can be used for writing. ”

"Among them, the third and the fourth, in fact, can be collectively called - elegant play ink, this kind of ink is mostly customized by elegant literati and officials to the Mo family, signed with the name of the maker, poems, the name of the room, calligraphy and painting patterns, etc., as personal use or gifts."

"This kind of ink, the most famous, is in 07 years, a complete set of Qianlong Imperial Ink West Lake Ten Scenery Color Ink, sold at a sky-high price of 4.48 million, this high price has not been exceeded until today."

"Four million four hundred and eighty thousand?" Several people were shocked when they heard this, and even Huang Chong didn't expect that the small ink ingot could be auctioned for such a high price.

"Yes, it is made by Wang Jie'an, one of the four famous ink makers, on one side is the seven-word poem of Qianlong Yuyong, and on the other hand, it is a bas-relief ten scenes of West Lake printed by fine molding, which can be called a peerless treasure!"

"Of course, that's Ya play ink, and these ink ingots in front of you are the sixth kind, that is, the commercial ink commonly used for writing, the selection of materials and processes for making ink are different, and the value is also very different."

Huang Chong suddenly asked: "Boss Gao, I don't know if you have any intention of making a move, I am willing to buy it." ”

"This little brother also likes ink?"

"The dance is inky, and the vassal is elegant." Huang Chong said with a smile.

"The little brother wants it, then naturally it is possible, but the price is ......"

"I'm willing to pay 200,000." Huang Chong said, this time, he spent the 200,000 yuan he earned from selling the furnace just now, but the collection is like this, the flowing water is not rotten, the hub is not beetle, you can't just go in and out, and you can't think about picking up leaks all day long, that's unrealistic.

Gao Shan smiled, picked up a piece of ink from the table, the ink ingot is rectangular, the ink color is like lacquer, black and shiny, the texture is delicate, hard and dense, there are faint bursts of fragrant fragrance, on one side of the ink ingot, it is written "purple jade light" three regular scripts, the rules are engraved in the central position, the font is painted gold, it seems to have a bit of magnificent atmosphere.

"Purple jade light, this is the famous ink made by Cao Sugong, one of the four famous ink makers in the Qing Dynasty, when Kangxi toured the south, he took the opportunity to offer ink, and was appreciated by the emperor, and gave the name of 'purple jade light', if you shoot alone, there is no thirty or forty thousand, but you can't take it." Takayama said.

The identity is different, and the speech is naturally different, Gao Shan is a buyer just now, so he naturally wants to desperately lower the price, as if this piece of purple jade light does not exist at all, and now he has become a seller, but he took this ink ingot out to raise the price.