It can be said that Gongchun is the founder of the purple clay teapot industry. If the person who enjoys and collects purple clay teapots does not know the reputation of Gongchun, then he can only be considered a half-baked person.

There are many purple clay teapots invented and created in Chun, among which the tree gall pot is a relatively famous one.

According to some documents, when Gongchun was in a temple, he learned to make teapots from an old monk, but his talent was soon better than his superiority.

During the learning process, he used the galls of the large ginkgo tree next to the temple as the pattern on the surface of the pot body. Since there was no handy tool, he simply cut wood into molds, bamboo into knifes, and pressed the tread flat with his fingers.

Such a pot looks very rough and simple. However, when the pot is successfully cooked, it looks ancient and cute, just like ancient bronze ware from the Xia, Shang and Zhou dynasties, maroon dark gold, like copper and iron, with unique characteristics.

Such ancient and clumsy beauty is even more fascinating and admirable.

From then on, the reputation of commemorating spring has become a rare pot. In the Qing Dynasty, some powerful people collected a wide range of purple clay pots and recorded them in detail, but only the lack of commemorating spring pots was a great regret, and many people regretted it for their whole lives.

Of course, the famous pots made by Gongchun are definitely very rare. However, many pot makers have imitated many tree gall pots out of their admiration for Gongchun.

I just don’t know if this tree gall pot was written by a famous master.

Qi Xiang was thinking, and was not polite. She unscrewed the lid of the purple clay pot, then took the body of the pot out of the box, and looked at it.

To put it bluntly, looking at the pot also requires certain skills. It is very important to separate the body of the pot and the lid and then appreciate it. Otherwise, if you pick up the pot and the lid, if you turn it over and look at the bottom of the pot without paying attention to the lid, it will definitely be a tragedy.

The lid of the pot fell to the ground and broke with a bang, and most of the pot was wasted.

This is a story of experience, which is a lesson summarized by predecessors with countless blood and tears, and cannot be ignored.

Qi Xiang was very careful and naturally would not make such a low-level mistake. After picking up the body of the pot, he first looked at the position of the handle of the pot and the bottom of the pot...

Generally speaking, purple clay teapots are also known in style, just like calligraphy and paintings.

These logos are equivalent to the trademarks of modern goods. They often hide enough information in the mark, making it easier to judge the origin and authenticity of things.

To be honest, Qi Xiang had a good first impression of this purple clay teapot. When he got started, the pot was of standard weight, not light or heavy, and was very comfortable. Especially the surface of the millet color, the ancient and ancient color, like an old tree with a special charm.

After getting used to seeing the same and regular teapots, a unique purple clay pot like a tree gall pot is naturally stunning and stunning.

This pot has a lot of charm, and Qi Xiang felt that it should be a masterpiece. After reading it for a while, he found two small seal characters under the handle of the pot.

"Remember it!"

Qi Xiang was thinking about it. After thinking about it, he put down the body of the pot, picked up the lid and looked at it, mainly to observe the inner wall of the lid. Sure enough, a small stamp appeared inside the lid.

"Shouzhen..."

Qi Xiang narrowed her eyes and then smiled and said, "This is the pot of Cheng Shouzhen, a famous purple clay master, Bing Xin Taoist, in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China."

"... Not bad, quite good at it."

Zhu Shen glanced at Qi Xiang, then laughed and said with a joke: "Xiao Zhu, you should learn from others well, don't always eat, drink and have fun, causing trouble, you are simply a second-generation prodigal ancestor and a parasite in society."

Others looked at each other with a very strange expression.

Although Zhu Shen's words seemed to be nothing wrong, but this great truth was said in his mouth, and everyone felt uncomfortable no matter how they heard it.

"Get out, are you qualified to talk to me?" Zhu Qiao was furious: "Who doesn't know what kind of virtue you are. You are drunk all day long, and you have kidney deficiency every night, so you have the nerve to blame others?"

Zhu Shen was unhappy, pressed the armrest of the Taishi chair with both hands, and stood on the coffee table with force, shouting: "You are just kidney deficiency, I am holding the sky every day and peeing three feet against the wind. Can you do it?"

"You pee, I'll watch it, and ask people to measure it." Zhu Qiao sneered.

"Uh..." Zhu Shen stopped embarrassedly, then touched his nose, turned around and said, "Hey, what... You know this is Cheng Shouzhen's pot, so tell him how precious this pot is."

"I know without him saying it." Zhu Qiao laughed: "You have the courage to take it out of the pot during the Republic of China period, aren't you afraid of embarrassing?"

"Laifu..."

Zhu Qiao raised her chin and said with a mouth: "Go to my dad's room and bring the Shi Dabin's six-sided pot he hid in the drawer to let someone see it."

"Okay Young Master." The middle-aged man next to him nodded with a smile.

"Shi Dabin, do you understand?" Zhu Qiao then shouted: "The masters of pot making in the Ming Dynasty specialize in making pots for the emperor, who are ten times better than Cheng Shouzhen..."

After hearing this, Qi Xiang couldn't help but curl his lips. Shi Dabin was a person from the Wanli period and was a folk artist. Although the famous pots he made were sold directly to high-ranking officials, he was definitely not a royal craftsman who made pots for the emperor.

Of course, even though I know, Qi Xiang didn't mean to correct it. He also wanted to see what Shi Dabin's famous pot looked like. After all, in terms of value, Shi Dabin's pot was indeed higher than Cheng Shouzhen's one.

Even from an artistic perspective, Shi Dabin's pot is better than Cheng Shouzhen.

Because since the middle and late Qing Dynasty, famous purple clay masters were not as good as the other. They were more conservative and rarely innovated, and their production techniques became increasingly hasty and wasted.

It was not until the Republic of China that modern masters were influenced by Western art, and the idea of ​​innovation and change became the mainstream. For a time, famous masters emerged one after another, and their skills were perfect, reaching the pinnacle, and they were famous all over the world.

Therefore, sometimes, the transaction price of purple clay teapot works by outstanding modern masters in the auction hall is often much higher than that of many famous artists in the late Qing Dynasty.

This is how antique collections are, not judging heroes by age, but quality first.

"Ha, Shi Dabin's pot, so what about?"

However, at this time, the dispute between Da Zhu and Xiao Zhu did not end. Zhu Shen sneered: "When did I say that this pot is valuable because it was written by a master?"

“Huh?”

When everyone heard this, they were stunned and felt a little confused.

Because according to common sense, a master is equal to quality assurance, and good quality things are often valuable. Especially famous masters, because the things they make are very exquisite and unparalleled in the world, they are even more valuable.

This is almost a common sense, and it can even be called a fixed equation. However, Zhu Shen now says that this pot is valuable because it is made by famous artists, which naturally makes people feel strange.

"Hmph......" Zhu Shen jumped down on the coffee table, his eyes full of pride: "Do you think my baby is that simple? It's so superficial!"

"What else can I do with a broken pot?" Zhu Qiao was also a little suspicious.

"That's why you are really ignorant." Zhu Shen laughed and said, "Don't you know that a good fighter has no great achievements? Do you really think that the more famous things are, the more valuable things are?"

"Nonsense, of course..." Zhu Qiao wanted to refute, suddenly thought of something, and immediately changed her words: "Of course not."

"It wasn't originally." Zhu Shen smiled and raised his head and said with his chest: "This pot is the same. Even if it is not a work by a famous artist, it is still valuable based on its own connotation."

"Connotation?" Everyone was confused and couldn't figure out what the connotation this pot could have.

Zhu Qiao frowned, looked carefully for a while, and then asked Qi Xiang in a low voice: "What else does this pot have?"

Qi Xiang couldn't say it, so she couldn't help but pick up the tree gall pot and repeatedly studied and observed it. After watching for a while, his nose moved slightly, his brows stretched out immediately, and then he turned around and said, "Is there any boiling water?"

"What do you want to do with boiling water?" Zhu Qiao was stunned.

"Alas?"

On the side, Zhu Shen looked at Qi Xiang in surprise and said strangely: "How did you know?"

"What do you know?"

Others look at me, and I look at you, and they are even more confused.

Qi Xiang smiled, and when she turned her eyes, she saw an automatic heating kettle on the coffee table. She quickly took water and heated it. After a moment, the pot of water immediately boiled and sprayed out a faint mist.

"Don't move, let me do it..."

Zhu Shen suddenly reached out and blocked Qi Xiang aside. Then he rolled up his sleeves, picked up a pot of boiling water, and said proudly: "Xiao Zhu, open your eyes wide and witness the miracle."

While saying that, Zhu Shen's hand tilted, he poured boiling water into the tree gall pot.

"What are you doing?" Zhu Qiao was puzzled,

"Hehe, wait for a minute and you will know." Zhu Shenshun closed the lid of the pot and then showed off his expression: "A minute later, it will open your eyes. A reminder, you must be mentally prepared. No matter what situation you see, don't make a fuss..."

"Haha!" Zhu Qiao smiled and said nothing, "You wouldn't want to tell me that in one minute, this pot of water will turn into oil?"

"...I won't talk to you." Zhu Shen said with a groan: "I want to convince you."

The two stared at each other, sparks flew everywhere.

Xiao Ding walked over silently and asked in Qi Xiang's ear: "Shopkeeper Qi, what's going on?"

"Nothing." Qi Xiang smiled and kept it a secret: "You will know in a while."

In the blink of an eye, a minute passed, and Zhu Shen couldn't wait to get two cups, then pour out the boiling water from the pot, then raised his glass and took a sip, and immediately grinned: "It smells so good, it smells so good."

"Assuming!" Zhu Qiao rolled her eyes with a contemptuous expression. In fact, his eyes fell into another glass of water, with a very cautious look.

You know, he is just a playboy and a loser, which does not mean he is stupid.

Zhu Shen clearly showed off at home, which fully demonstrated that this purple clay teapot is definitely not simple. And it seems that the mystery lies in the boiling water in this pot...

Thinking of this, Zhu Qiao was not polite, so she picked up another glass of water, put it under her nose and sniffed it, and took a sip. At this moment, his face changed drastically...

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Chapter completed!