Mou Duanming stepped forward and fiddled with it for a while, then dipped his fingers in some spit and wiped it on the plaque a few times, nodded and said, "How much did it cost?"

The "acquisition" mentioned by Mou Duanming is a jargon term. When insiders buy collections, it is called "acquisition".

This is quite an old saying, and it is not said much now. Who has a family of five generations? This is a mantra.

"Eight hundred and fifty thousand, buy the pair of huanghuali official hat chairs to add to your head."

Chang Xian chuckled: "There's also this flowerpot, so we can have a better time."

The flowerpot was covered with mud by someone, and its true appearance was completely unrecognizable. Chang Xian soaked it in the bucket. He took the flowerpot out of the toilet bucket, wiped it dry with paper towels, and put it in the bucket.

On the coffee table.

Mou Duanming walked to the restaurant calmly, looked up and down at the pair of official hat chairs, touched them a few times, and nodded.

"Eight hundred and fifty thousand, kicking these four things?"

He said with some surprise, his face became vivid.

"right."

Mou Duanming gave Chang Xian a thumbs up and said, "It's a real thing, it's really good."

"Not to mention the couple are in their early 40s, the door is wide open, typical things from the Ming Dynasty, they are still a couple, I have rarely seen them a few times in the past few decades..."

He took two steps to sit on the sofa and took a sip of tea: "Well, this Xinyang Maojian is not bad."

…

Picking up the flower pot on the coffee table, he shook his head and said, "That plaque, do you know what it is?"

Chang Xian smiled bitterly and said: "I really don't see anything famous about that plaque. Although the calligraphy is good, it is just good and it is not written by a famous artist..."

Mou Duanming shook his head and smiled, looked at him deeply and said, "You kid doesn't even know what it is, so you are clamoring for a new head. God will give you something to eat!"

He turned around and said angrily: "Get a wet rag and wipe it casually a few times, and take a closer look!"

Chang Xian chuckled, took out some paper, poured some water on it, and wiped it on the plaque a few times. The old plaque showed its luster in the wet area.

The background color of the old plaque is dark purple. From the cross section, you can see the arrangement of filament-like bright yellow substances, looming like a starry sky filled with purple sky, full of interest. If you look carefully with a magnifying glass, these

Venus also glows faintly with fluorescent colors.

"Can you see it?"

Mou Duanming put the flower pot down and blew the teacup gently.

"Is this it?"

Chang Xian couldn't believe it, his eyes almost popped out.

"Exactly, the material of this old plaque is small-leaf red sandalwood, which is more precious than huanghuali, or Venus red sandalwood!"

"Boom!"

"Hiss! I grabbed a straw!"

Chang Xian excitedly punched the plaque, but he let out a cry of pain.

Venus rosewood!

Seeing Chang Xian, who had always been young and mature, looking like this, Mou Duanming also laughed: "Red sandalwood and huanghuali are both precious things, so I won't talk about them. This purple sand flower pot alone is also good..."

The flowerpot that had taken off the dirt finally showed its style under the light. This purple sand flowerpot is made of purple mud and black mud. It is in a rare square shape and has a straight shape. The large and small heads and four corners are more prominent.

Shape changes and beauty.

It is a picture of a secluded residence in a muddy landscape with natural colors. There are mountains in the distance and trees nearby, and there are many greenery. There is a hut nearby and the forest path is winding. It has a wonderful artistic conception and a sense of tranquility and tranquility.

In the upper right corner of one side is a seven-character rhymed poem:

Not a single branch bloomed in Jiangcun, and thousands of trees were planted by themselves.

It is only separated by clouds in the mountains, and there is no place where cranes fly.

Being solitary and high has dominated the spectrum of fame for a long time, while leaving behind others creates unparalleled talents.

It's like my copper vase is used as a clear offering, but you wouldn't call it a good tower.

In the late autumn of Daoguang Yi, the moon was shining brightly under the moonlight, and Zhuqi Town was located in the Nine Mountains.

…

"Isn't purple sand used to make teapots?"

Chang Xian knew that purple clay teapots were mainly used for drinking tea, and purple clay was used to make flower pots, but this was the first time he saw it.

Mou Duanming picked up "100 Questions on the Basics of Antique Collecting" on the sofa, shook his head and said: "You are ignorant. Due to its unique breathability and water absorption, purple sand also has slow drainage. In addition to being used for making

Tea utensils are also very suitable for making flower pots.”

Seeing Mou Duanming's disapproving action, Chang Xian smiled bitterly in his heart, knowing that his fragmented learning style was being looked down upon.

As a student at a key university, he doesn't know that young people must receive systematic education and form their own knowledge system on this basis.

Fragmented knowledge can only be used as an adjustment, just like the breakfast of Jinmen people. Fragmented knowledge is just a bowl of pimple soup or tofu bread, which can only be used to slip through the cracks.

The world was originally spherical, but someone broke it into pieces, gave us one of the triangles, and firmly told us that it was the original shape of the world.

A lot of information is purposeful and only tells you part of what they want to tell us without telling us the full extent of the facts.

This is the disadvantage of fragmented information - one-sided, even false.

In a word, a blind man feels the elephant and generalizes from one part to another.

For example, some people say that Ma Yun is successful because he can "play Tai Chi". But this is not a sufficient condition for his success. His success also depends on the background of the times, his own talent, team talent, luck, etc.

Holmes does not have a particularly large amount of knowledge, but he can always get connections and directions from fragmented information.

The fundamental reason is that his knowledge system is very systematic and he has his own thinking system.

Chang Xian knew all this, but he couldn't bear it and became a monk halfway. There was nothing he could do!

Master Nan even knew that he was trying to make up for his shortcomings!

…

"The value of purple clay flowerpots made by true masters is definitely not lower than that of purple clay teapots. It is not uncommon for famous works to be sold for eight or nine million yuan."

Mou Duanming picked up the flowerpot again, rubbed it and said: "During the Ming and Qing Dynasties, the influence of purple clay flowerpots abroad was growing day by day, especially in Japan, where it was hailed as the "Ancient Bird Clay Pot" by the bonsai industry.

Quantities of purple sand flower pots are exported to Japan.”

"I don't know about Zhu Qizhen, but I think he was a scholar from the Daoguang period. I need to check the information."

As he spoke, he said in surprise: "That plaque is okay, this flower pot is such a beautiful thing, anyone with eyes can see it, how could you pick it up and miss it?"

Chang Xian scratched his head, like a silly son of a landlord, he didn't know what to say.

But they didn't know that both of these things were a fluke.

In order to show his filial piety, Chen Guangyuan spent a lot of money to find a piece of Venus red sandalwood to make this plaque. It was used to pray for the elderly. It was different from furniture, porcelain and other things, and it would never be sold.

It completely became a blind spot in thinking. Later, when the house was damaged, the plaque was just thrown into the corner. It was considered lucky that it was not used for chopping wood.

And this flowerpot does not belong to Lao Chen's family, but to a teacher's family that Lao Chen said "lives in their house and cannot be driven away". At that time, in order to protect this flowerpot, the teacher took it away.

Covered with mud and thrown into the corner.

After all, the teacher did not survive those years and ended up with resentment, and the flower pot has always been left there.

Mou Duanming looked at these things, and they were all good, and he felt itchy in his heart: "You are deliberately trying to prevent me from sleeping well. Is there anything else?"
Chapter completed!