The official kiln of the Southern Song Dynasty was built in Yuhang. It was made for imperial use and enjoys a high reputation. It can be said to be a high-grade and important vessel, as rare as a morning star. Its simplicity and elegance can only be achieved by Qin Aoyuanhan, which proves that the craftsmen at that time were skilled in the art of porcelain.

The charm and beauty of the kiln fire reflect the ideological trends of the generation. When the finished product comes out of the kiln, it exudes the elegance of the literati of the Zhao and Song Dynasties.

This passage is a heartfelt praise for the porcelain produced by the official kilns of the Southern Song Dynasty.

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

I looked at it again carefully and found that this celadon-glazed octagonal string-patterned vase was not damaged at all, which is very rare.

The official kilns of the Song Dynasty are not like those produced after the Yongle era of the Ming Dynasty. All products produced by the official kilns will have the standard official mark on the bottom. In addition, there are not many imperial products passed down from the official kilns of the Southern Song Dynasty, and most of them are still in foreign museums or private collections.

In the hands of everyone, it is difficult to identify the authenticity of every genuine product that comes out, and it is also easy to be mistaken for a high imitation.

Li Mo had been unhappy for many days, and now he could finally vent his frustration.

"Sister, please pack it carefully for me. I will put it in the bank vault later."

In fact, it is very safe to leave it at home, but he is not afraid of ten thousand, just in case. He has always had a bad premonition after meeting the man with disabled legs and feet in Panjiayuan today. He always felt that the appearance of that man was too weird.

After packaging the blue-glazed octagonal string pattern bottle, Li Mo placed the old inkstone with a high base in front of him. There was also an inkstone hidden inside.

What he found in the Qin family compound was an inkstone within an inkstone, and he found an orphan inkstone hidden by Su Shi. This time, he didn’t know who had left it behind.

Li Mo first took out the old inkstone and put it aside, and then carefully observed the entire Hainan huanghuali wood box. There were no gorgeous and exquisite carvings on the outside, so he couldn't see anything special about opening the mechanism.

If you are not outside, you are inside.

He took out the custom-made silk and foam pad that contained the inkstone. There was a movable laminate underneath. However, this laminate was fixed with a wooden tenon structure. Li Mo touched along the edge of the box and found a slightly protruding small piece.

Once pressed, the fixed wooden tenon structure all springs up.

The wisdom of the ancients is infinite.

Taking out the layer board finally revealed what was hidden in the base, and wrapped it with a piece of fabric.

"There really is something!"

Chen Feng didn't know how to describe his feelings. This junior brother was so 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 turned black over time, and was destroyed by just a slight touch.

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

This inkstone is about 30 centimeters long, 20 centimeters wide and 5 centimeters high. The shape is proportional to the golden section, with appropriate length and width. The inkstone is made of Songhua stone inkstone, and its shape is square on the outside and round on the inside.

The inkstone is finely carved and is very round after years of baptism. It presents a very simple jade-green color and shows traces of its owner's use.

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

"The owner of this inkstone is Ji Yun, the master of Yuewei Thatched Cottage. It was made in the autumn of the 50th year of Qianlong's reign."

Li Mo's voice was a little louder.

"You mean this inkstone belongs to Ji Xiaolan?" Chen Feng came closer and looked carefully at the words on the surface of your inkstone.

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

The poem on the front of the inkstone is engraved with Du Fu's "Ascend the High": The wind whistles loudly, and the white birds fly back from the clear sands of Zhugistan. The endless Xiao falls, and the endless Yangtze River rolls in. The autumn is always sad for thousands of miles, and I have been sick for hundreds of years to stand alone on the stage. Hardship and suffering

I hate the frost on my temples, and the wine glass that is stained by the new stains."

"Junior brother, don't tease me. I am very familiar with Du Fu's poems. This engraved poem is not complete at all, with several words missing. After all, Ji Xiaolan was also a literary giant of the Qing Dynasty, so he could still make such a low-level mistake."

Li Mo smiled, clapped his hands and said, "Judging from the missing words in this poem, it further proves that this is Ji Xiaolan's genuine inkstone."

Chen Feng was puzzled.

"I once read some articles by Ji Xiaolan. He likes to shorten his poems the most. He omits the "Sky-high Ape" in "The Wind is Strong and the Sky-High Ape Roars in Sadness", the "The Falling Wood Xiao" in "The Boundless Falling Wood Xiao Xiao", and the "Wanli Sad Autumn Is Always a Guest".

Omit the word "Ke". If you read it carefully again, you will see that the whole poem does not seem stiff or unsmooth, but has a different artistic conception."

Chen Feng read it and shook his head.

"The artistic conception of this poem is probably based on Ji Xiaolan's environment at the time. I went back to consult a professor of history research at Peking University, or through the time when the inkstone was made, this poem with reduced characters can understand the social environment at that time."

"Junior brother, how much is this Ji Xiaolan Chuan Inkstone worth?"

"Currently, Ji Xiaolan's inkstones are worth seven to eight yuan, and they are basically in private collections. Judging from auction records, the most expensive ones cost 20 to 30 million, and the more common ones cost several million. No matter what, I have to pay for this piece in my hand.

Ten million."

Li Mo already owns a unique Su Shi Tibetan inkstone, so he does not intend to collect this Ji Xiaolan Chuan inkstone himself.

"Senior sister, let's go to Liulichang tomorrow morning and visit the antique shops there. If we're lucky, we might even encounter some good ones."

Chen Feng naturally agreed, and she finally understood why Li Mo wanted to buy all the porcelain on the two ancient shelves in one go. The main reason was because he didn't want to attract people's attention.

I went out for a walk in the morning and picked up treasures worth over 100 million yuan. This is a scary way to make money quickly.

After Li Mo looked at the front of the inkstone, he habitually turned it over to look at the back. Then he became restless. There was a poem on the back of the inkstone.

This poem is Wen Tianxiang's "The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind flutters the catkins, and the life experience is ups and downs, and the rain hits the rafts."

The last inscription was: Cao Xueqin.

Li Mo thought he was dazzled, but yes, there was an inscription by Cao Xueqin on the back of Ji Xiaolan's inkstone. If Yitong hadn't already judged that it was Ji Xiaolan's genuine product, he would have suspected that it was a fabrication by future generations.

He took a closer look at the font, and there were obvious traces of hand carving by craftsmen, rather than machine carving.

If it were just the inkstone passed down by Ji Xiaolan, he really had no intention of collecting it himself, but now that there is an inscription from Cao Xueqin, the meaning is completely different.

Looking at it from today's perspective, if Ji Xiaolan can be regarded as a literary giant of the Qing Dynasty, then Cao Xueqin is a literary giant of the Qing Dynasty.

His "Dream of Red Mansions" is called one of the four great classics in ancient times and has inspired countless people to study and explore. Its literary quality can even be ranked first among the four great classics.

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

"Junior brother, is this inkstone really Ji Xiaolan's genuine product?" Chen Feng saw the inscription on the back of Cao Xueqin and couldn't help but ask in a low voice. In her knowledge, the two people seemed to have no intersection.

"It must be genuine." Li Mo had no doubt. He put Ji Xiaolan's inkstone into a Hainan huanghuali wooden box with a high base, stood up and said, "Senior sister, I have to go to Beijing University. To solve this puzzle, I need to

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.

He temporarily put the remaining antiques into the safe, and then went out with Chen Feng. She went home, and Li Mo walked to Beijing University.

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

"Teacher, are you at home?"

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

"Teacher, I found an inkstone by Ji Xiaolan in Panjiayuan. It has a poem, a seal, and a date on the front. And there is an inscription poem by Cao Xueqin on the back. I would like to ask the teacher to help solve the puzzle."
Chapter completed!