Treasure Hunting Divine Eyes

  Chapter 232 Ji Xiaolan's Biography of Inkstone

  Southern Song Dynasty official kilns, built in Yuhang, were made for imperial use and enjoyed a high reputation. Its simplicity and dignity can only be reached by Tan Aoyuan Han. The craftsmen at the time of the death were skilled and thoughtful.

  This text is a sincere praise of the official kiln porcelain in the Southern Song Dynasty.

   Being able to find such a fine product, Li Mo naturally wants to collect it himself.

   I read it again carefully, and found that this blue-glazed octagonal string pattern bottle is not disfigured in the slightest, which is very rare.

The official kilns of the Song Dynasty are not like after the Yongle era of the Ming Dynasty. All the official kilns produced will have standard official inscriptions on the bottom. In addition, there are not many imperial products handed down from the official kilns of the Southern Song Dynasty, and most of them are still in foreign museums or private collections. Therefore, it is difficult to identify the authenticity of every genuine product when it is born, and it is easy to be mistaken for a high-quality imitation.

  Li Mo has been unhappy for many days, and now he can finally express his depression.

   "Senior sister, help me pack it carefully, and I will put it in the bank vault later."

   In fact, it is safe to leave it at home, but it is not afraid of 10,000, just in case. He has always had a bad feeling since he met the man with disabled legs and feet in Panjiayuan today, and he always felt that the appearance of that man was too weird.

  After packing the green-glazed octagonal string pattern bottle, Li Mo placed the old inkstone with a high base in front of him, and there was an inkstone hidden inside it.

  What he found in the Qin family compound was the inkstone in the inkstone. He found an orphan inkstone hidden by Su Shi. This time, I don’t know who left it.

  Li Mo first took out the old inkstone and put it aside, and then carefully observed the entire Hainan huanghuali wooden box. There was no gorgeous or delicate carving on the outside, so he couldn't see any special features of the opening mechanism.

   Either outside or inside.

  He removed the custom silk and foam cushion that held the inkstone inside, and a movable laminate underneath. It's just that this laminate is fixed with a wooden tenon structure. Li Mo touched along the side of the box and found a small piece that protruded slightly. When he pressed it hard, all the fixed wooden tenon structures in that circle bounced up.

  The ancients were infinitely wise.

  Removing that laminate finally revealed what was hidden inside the base, wrapped in a piece of fabric.

   "There is really something!"

  Chen Feng didn't know how to describe his mood, this junior was too evil, no wonder he could pick up big leaks again and again.

  Li Mo took out the old inkstone wrapped in cloth. The cloth had been completely oxidized and blackened for too long, and it would be destroyed with a light touch.

  He carefully peeled off the black cloth, revealing the true face of the inkstone inside.

  This inkstone is about 30 cm long, 20 cm wide and 5 cm high. The shape belongs to the golden section ratio, and the length and width are appropriate. The inkstone is made of Songhua stone inkstone, and its shape is square on the outside and circle on the inside.

  The inkstone is exquisitely carved, and after years of baptism, it is very round. It presents a very simple jade green color, and shows the traces of the owner's use.

  There are poems on the front of this inkstone, there are three seals, and the production time.

   "The owner of this inkstone is Ji Yun, the master of Yuewei Thatched Cottage, and it was made in the autumn of the fiftieth year of Qianlong."

   Li Mo's voice was a little louder.

   "You mean this inkstone belongs to Ji Xiaolan?" Chen Feng moved closer, carefully looking at the writing on the surface of your inkstone.

   "Yes, this is Ji Xiaolan's biography inkstone, with his three seals on it. Sister, please read this poem again."

  The poem on the front of the inkstone is engraved with Du Fu's "Climbing the High": The wind is rushing and mourning, and the white birds fly back to clear the sand. Boundless and endless, the endless Yangtze River rolls in. Thousands of miles of sorrow and autumn often work, and a hundred-year-old illness alone appears on the stage. Difficulty and bitterness hate the frosty temples, and the new stop the dirty wine glass. "

   "Junior brother, don't tease me. I am still very familiar with Du Fu's poems. This engraved poem is not complete at all, and several words are missing. Ji Xiaolan is also a generation of writers in the Qing Dynasty after all, and can still make such low-level mistakes."

  Li Mo smiled, clapped his palms and said, "Judging from this poem with missing characters, it further proves that this is Ji Xiaolan's genuine inkstone."

  Chen Feng was puzzled.

"I have read some articles by Ji Xiaolan. He likes to shorten the poems most, omit the sky high ape in the windy sky high ape howling mourning, omit the falling wood Xiao in the boundless falling wood Xiaoxiao, and the ten thousand miles of sorrow in autumn. The Ke characters are omitted. If you read it carefully again, the whole poem does not appear blunt or unsmooth, but has a different artistic conception.”

  Chen Feng read it and shook his head.

   "The artistic conception of this poem is estimated to be combined with Ji Xiaolan's environment at that time. I went back to consult with the professor of history research at Peking University, or through the production time of this inkstone, this poem with reduced characters can understand the social environment at that time."

   "Junior brother, how much is this inkstone passed down by Ji Xiaolan worth?"

"At present, Ji Xiaolan's inkstones still have seven or eight yuan, and they are basically in the hands of private collectors. Judging from the auction records, the most expensive one is 20 to 30 million yuan, and the ordinary one is several million yuan. The one in my hand will cost no matter what. Definitely."

  Li Mo already has an orphan Su Shi Tibetan inkstone, so this inkstone handed down by Ji Xiaolan is not going to be collected by himself.

   "Senior Sister, let's go to Liulichang tomorrow morning, and then go to the antique shop over there. If we're lucky, we might even find a good one."

  Chen Feng naturally agreed, and she finally understood why Li Mo bought all the porcelain on the two antique racks at once, mainly because he didn't want to attract people's attention.

   Going out for a walk in the morning and picking up treasures worth more than 100 million yuan, this is a frighteningly fast way to make money.

   After reading the front of the inkstone, Li Mo habitually turned it over to look at the back of the inkstone. Then the whole person became restless, and there was a poem on the back of the inkstone.

  This poem is Wen Tianxiang's "The mountains and rivers are broken and the wind is floating, and the life experience is ups and downs and rains hit the flats".

   And the last inscription is: Cao Xueqin.

  Li Mo thought he was delusional. That's right, there is an inscription of Cao Xueqin on the back of Ji Xiaolan's inkstone. If it wasn't for Yitong who had judged that this was Ji Xiaolan's genuine product, he would have suspected that it was fabricated by later generations.

  He took a closer look at the font, and it was obvious that there were traces of hand-carving by craftsmen, not machine carving.

  If it was just Ji Xiaolan passing on the inkstone, he really had no intention of collecting it himself, but now that he has Cao Xueqin's inscription, the meaning is completely different.

   Judging from the current perspective, if Ji Xiaolan can be regarded as a generation of literary giants in the Qing Dynasty, then Cao Xueqin is a generation of Wenzong.

  His "Dream of Red Mansions" is known as one of the four ancient classics, which has aroused countless people to study and explore, and its literariness can even be ranked first among the four classics.

  Ji Xiaolan and Cao Xueqin appear on the same inkstone, and the historical significance contained in it is very worth exploring and finding the answer.

   "Junior brother, is this inkstone really Ji Xiaolan's genuine product?" Chen Feng couldn't help asking in a low voice when he saw the inscription Cao Xueqin on the back. In her cognition, these two people seem to have no intersection.

"It must be genuine." Li Mo had no doubts. He put Ji Xiaolan's inkstone into the high-base Hainan huanghuali wooden box, got up and said, "Sister, I'm going to Beijing University. It takes more time to solve this puzzle." Ask a professor who studies history."

   Once this puzzle is solved, this inkstone passed down by Ji Xiaolan will be displayed in the Gu Yunxuan Museum to enrich his collection.

   Temporarily put the rest of the antiques in the safe, and then went out with Chen Feng. She went home, and Li Mo walked to Beijing University on foot.

   While stepping on the thick snow, I called Professor Zhu.

   "Teacher, are you at home?"

   "I'm playing mahjong with a few old friends at home. If you have nothing to do at home, come and sit down and have hot pot together at noon."

   "Teacher, I found a Ji Xiaolan inkstone in Panjiayuan. There are poems, seals and time on the front. On the back there is an inscription poem by Cao Xueqin. I would like to ask the teacher to help clarify the confusion."

   Hurrah, there was the sound of mahjong colliding.

  (end of this chapter)