Moreover, calligraphy and painting have the seals of collectors of all generations. This kind of orderly inheritance is also where the value of those famous paintings lies.

For example, Wen Fei is now holding the cold food post, and now that he has it in modern time and space, he will be regarded as a fake. The book that circulated in modern time and space is just the stinky shameless man who is known as the perfect martial arts, and several seals of Tianfu treasures, imperial rewards, divine products, Qianlong Chenhan, and Qianlong Chengxin have flowed on the cold food post. There are probably dozens of other seals of the past dynasties.

But Wen Fei's book is clean, and it seems that there are only a few seals to talk about.

Wen Fei sighed, thinking of such a large Northern Song Dynasty Empire, he couldn't find something that could be put into modern times to cash out. Wen Fei sighed a little. It's really not good, just go get some bronzes from the Shang and Zhou eras and sell them!

With red eyes, Wen Fei was even looking around in Zhao Ji's palace. See if there's anything of value and exchange it for money.

I have to say that ancient China was more clumsy, and it didn't produce any gems. If there were rubies, emeralds, or anything like India or Indochina, it would be great!

However, the popular jade in ancient China was still jade, and the sad Northern Song Dynasty was cut off by the Western Xia people from the road to the Western Regions, and the price of Hetian jade from the Western Regions was expensive in the Northern Song Dynasty.

"Father Shang came just in time!" Song Huizong, who was painting, saw Wen Fei and pulled Wen Fei with great interest and said: "When I was meditating today, a crane suddenly flew in front of me. When I woke up, my memories were still fresh. Father Shang, how about looking at the cranes I painted? Do you smell like those cranes in the sky?"

Wen Fei glanced at it. It's even more sad and sad. Zhao Ji's hand-to-hand painting is naturally lifelike. Flying. But you can't exchange it for money?

What works of art in later generations, where is really what artistic value is seen. This painting does not have the inscriptions of famous artists of the past dynasties, and there is no seal of collectors of all dynasties, so it cannot prove that it is the work of Zhao Ji. If you go to modern time and space, at most, it will be imitated as a master, and it will be sold for more than 100,000 yuan.

"Father Shang, see how I painted?" Zhao Jizhi was proud.

Wen Fei said: "It's good, it's just too new......"

Zhao Jiqi said: "The painting just painted is naturally new?

Wen Fei felt it for a while. When he said this, he secretly scolded himself in his heart for thinking about money and going crazy. He smiled awkwardly and was about to speak.

But seeing Zhao Ji as he spoke, he dipped his pen in ink on the inkstone, thinking that he just asked casually, and didn't care.

Wen Fei stepped forward, ignoring the dripping ink. Grab the inkstone in your hand.

Zhao Ji smiled and said, "This is Duan Yan." Is Father Shang also interested?"

The four sides of this inkstone are engraved with seawater fish dragons, three mountain immortals, and the pool is Kunlun-shaped, the left sun and the right moon, and the stars are listed. Quite delicate and elegant. But then again, something for the emperor. How could it be bad?

But Wen Fei suddenly thought of a bloody TV series that had been filmed for more than ten years in later generations, although he had stopped watching this thing for a long time. But occasionally I happened to watch a few episodes, and I remember one of the episodes, which was Yin Bao Qingtian of Kaifeng Mansion to check Duanyan.

It seems that since the Song Dynasty, this kind of precious inkstone produced in the eastern suburbs of Zhaoqing Antelope Gorge Axe Ke Mountain and Beiling Mountain. It has become a royal tribute. It even seems that in the Northern Song Dynasty, it was directly monopolized by the government. Of course. That's not the point, the point is that this thing is quite valuable!

This kind of stone, because it was almost mined in later generations, has long been sealed. What is circulating in the market is all mined in the past. Unexpectedly, there is a good inkstone, and the price is hundreds of thousands and millions.

This inkstone is so exquisitely carved that it is used by Zhao Ji himself, needless to say, it must be the best among the inkstones. If you take it to modern time and space, it can't be worth millions, right?

Wen Fei's inspiration was opened all of a sudden, it doesn't have to be gold jewelry, but also calligraphy and painting cultural relics to be valuable? Those stones and other things, so that Wen Fei seems to be inferior to bullshit, nothing more than a finer stone, maybe there are more similar stones in other places. However, there is a lack of historical and cultural heritage, and these things are unknown.

"Does Father Shang like this inkstone? Why didn't you say it earlier, I'll give Father Shang a few pieces!" Zhao Ji said very generously.

Wen Fei said: "How can a few pieces be enough? Naturally, there will be hundreds, thousands of dollars!"

Zhao Ji was stunned and said with a dry smile: "Father Shang is really joking. The inkstone is deep in the mountains, and it is not easy to mine. It's just a dozen tributes to the palace a year......"

Wen Fei waved his hand: "I'm all packed!"

Zhao Ji couldn't cry or laugh, he was naturally extremely interested in those four treasures of the study, but Wen Fei said that if he wanted it, he would not be reluctant to give it. Then he said: "Then give it to Shang's father, in fact, there are four famous inkstones in the world." In addition to this inkstone, there are also She inkstone in She County, Taohe inkstone in Taozhou, and the most precious one is Qingzhou Red Silk Stone!"

Wen Fei has also heard of the other three inkstones. But this is the first time I've heard of Red Silk Stone. Suddenly, there was an "oh" sound: "What does the red silk stone look like?"

Seeing that Wen Fei was interested, Zhao Ji was suddenly happy like a child who was in a hurry to offer treasures, and happily asked the chamberlain to get a few inkstones, all of which were treasured by the imperial palace.

"Father Shang, please look, this is the red silk stone inkstone. The color is like sunset, the silk is like chicken blood, hard but not brittle, hard but not slippery. Hold it with your hand, just like a beautiful woman's soft pancreas, it's really wonderful!" said and took out a red silk stone and praised.

Wen Fei saw that this red silk stone was carved quite clumsy, so he took it casually and took a look, it was just a half-red and non-yellow stone, but he didn't feel how good it was. For people like Wen Fei, who don't have two or two elegant bones all over his body, red wine is still mixed with coke to drink. With a character like him, it would be strange if he could appreciate elegance.

"The origin of this red silk stone is not simple, but it was used by Li Shimin, Taizong of the Tang Dynasty. You see, there is also a poem carved by Emperor Taizong himself: In the past Rongge, now the universe is flat. ”

Wen Fei shuddered in his hand, and almost didn't drop the red silk stone to the ground and smashed it: "This is what Li Shimin did?"

Zhao Ji smiled and said: "That's natural, this inkstone was snatched from Chang'an by Zhu Wen of the fifth generation." ”

"Rich, rich!" Wen Fei suddenly became happy, and asked again: "This red silk stone is very precious?"

"Is that natural?" Zhao Ji said with a smile: "This kind of stone vein has been mined almost in the Tang Dynasty, and now the mining is intermittent, and it will all be lit up when it can't be said, and it will become a swan song!"