"Master, can you explain to you why you are so surprised by the weight of this ink ingot?"

Hu Shimin did not look at the camera, but looked at the ink ingot in his hand and said slowly: "Huizhou pine and ink has always been famous for being light. If this is heavy, it means that the quality of pine smoke is not very good. If I guess correctly, this ink ingot must be made by taking the best pine wood, put it in the cave, baking it slowly with low heat, and then taking the best green smoke, otherwise the amount of this ingot will definitely not be so light."

Cao Xilan smiled and said, "It may be that some small density ingredients were added. Mo Pin just uses the word "光成" to make a fuss, but he is too underestimated by Hui Mo's background."

Zhong Yue smiled and said nothing.

These judges from the Huimo Association also came over to see what good ink is, which surprised the masters of the old ink factory.

"Looking at the appearance, it's not as amazing as Ziguang Jade."

"Yes, it looks a little simpler."

The old masters of the old ink factory are playing with Zhongbuyi. Uh... Although this sounds a bit awkward, they are really playing with "Zhongbuyi". Good ink, because the surface of the surface is covered with yellow wax, will not stick to the darkness of the hands.

This is the patina that naturally forms after the surface of the ink ingot is dry and the protective effect of yellow wax. Unless you use a knife to scrape off the patina and wax noodles or rub it hard.

Many people took off their gloves with great knowledge and gently flicked the surface of the ink sound with their fingers.

bite!

bite!

"The sound of ink is clear, which is comparable to that of Ziguang Jade."

"Well, it's really. It's a good Songmo."

Cao Morong held his cane and looked at the ink on the screen, murmured: "Is there such an ancient pine and ink recipe? Then Ouyang Kaishan's chess game was too deep."

"A little lacquer is made of law, huh, the ink is called Zhongbuqi, and there is also a little lacquer inscription. This square of pine ink is undoubtedly a little lacquer ink."

The master of the old mo factory also walked over and looked at the purple jade in front of Cao Xilan.

"Don't dirty the gold drawing and painting." Cao Xilan saw that the workers' hands were all dark and said it was not good to touch them directly, so he reminded him with a somewhat ugly expression.

Hu Shimin's hand, which had originally reached out, retracted and leaned closer.

He sniffed with his nose and said, "This purple light jade is not a purple light jade made by ancient methods."

Cao Xilan's pupils shrank, "What did you say? Don't talk nonsense."

Hu Shimin communicated with several masters from the old ink factory around Yifan, gestured to each other, turned his head and said, "What am I talking about? I believe Mr. Cao should understand. The real purple jade, smelling it, and the pattern is like rhinoceros. This one is not, but it cannot be denied that this pine ink is also a good ink."

Hearing Hu Shimin's comments, the original experts came over again.

"How could it be that it is not a real purple jade? Have you ever seen genuine purple jade? How dare you speak wildly?"

"That's right, this purple light jade is a magical instrument passed down by Mr. Cao's family. Will it be fake?"

"That's right, this is true!"

Hu Shimin smiled, "Master Lai in our factory worked as a long-term worker in the Cao family and had seen genuine purple jade. He explained several characteristics clearly to us. Although the patterns of this ink are clear, they are still far from reaching the realm of rhinoceros, so it is not real purple jade."

The scene became interesting, and even Cao Morong held his cane and kept silent. The ancient purple jade method has been lost for a long time. This time he took out this treasure mo, and he was not sure whether it was Lao Mo from the Ming and Qing Dynasties. He could only say that the quality was good enough, but he didn't expect to be slapped in the face by the old mo factory.

President Liu, the association who presided over Dou Mo, rescued the scene: "The purple light jade has been lost for a long time. As for the authenticity, it cannot be explained clearly in just a few words. There is no basis or function to argue here. Whether the quality of the ink is good or not, you will know if you continue to compare it!"

"The good ink is as hard as jade. The two sides below put the ink on the overhead table and hold the weights. Let's compete with which ink is more solid in quality!"

Since Doumo, the people present still find it difficult to determine the quality of the people.

In terms of fame, Cao Gongsu's purple jade is naturally larger. However, after Hu Shimin's words, it seems that the authenticity of the purple jade is still to be discussed, but Hu Shimin also said that this is Cao Gongsu's fine pine ink.

As for the "Zhongbu" with a little paint, it has added a sense of calligraphy and received praise from the old ink factory masters. Doumo, which had no chance of winning, has a glimmer of hope.

However, the balance of victory is still inclined to Cao Gongsu. In terms of appearance, workmanship, etc., it seems that this gold-colored jade with makeup is more like a work of art.

The ink strips on both sides were mounted on the shelf hanging in the middle, and a slightly narrow rope strap was placed in the center of the ink ingot, and weights were started.

Some laymen staring at the big screen are a little confused.

"I don't understand it anyway. I can understand it before. Why are these fancy ones? What's the use of hanging weights?"

The old man next to him smiled and said, "You don't understand this. From the appearance, it is difficult to tell whether this ink contains impurities. Even if it is ground, it can only be a part of it. It cannot test whether the whole ink is pure and unobstructed. However, after hanging heavy objects, you can see how the texture of the ink is. Which ink has more weights to hang can prove which ink is purer."

"Oh, sir, you seem to know a lot."

"Ahem, it's average."

"Then do you check the quality of ink in this way?"

The old man blushed and he didn't answer silently. Who is so cheap? He is ruining his pension...

The ink ingots on both sides had already hung 200 grams of weights while they spoke. For the ink ingots that weighed 3 cents a weight, the 200 grams of weight was already close to the limit. After all, the weight of this ink ingot is not very large, but looking at the ink ingots on both sides, they seemed to have no intention of breaking them. The people holding tweezers on both sides discussed with each other and were not going to hang the 50 grams of weight up. Based on their experience, if you hang another one, you will definitely break it.

The purple light jade here in Cao Gongsu took the lead in putting a ten-gram weight on it.

call!

A burst of exclamations came from the venue.

The ink ingot weighing more than ten grams actually had a weight of 210 grams, but it was not broken yet! It can be seen how the ink ingot is textured.

The staff on the other side also clamped a ten-gram weight with tweezers and placed it on the tray under the ink ingot.

Everyone is looking forward to whether the spine ink, called "Zhongbuqi", can withstand such a test?

Two hundred and ten grams.

Just think that the staff let go of the tweezers for the moment.

Bang!

The pallet landed on the ground...
Chapter completed!