"You see, the blue sky in Meihuakeng and the banana inkstone in the old pit, the She inkstone with eyebrow lines in Laokeng, the Taohe inkstone in Laokeng with willow leaves, green dragons and phoenixes in the Chaoyang River, the mud inkstone in Jiulong, Qingzhou, Shandong, and the Songhua stone inkstone, the red silk inkstone, and the Wujin inkstone.

, green stone inkstone...just take your time and look at it."

"Brother, I'm pretty familiar with the business, and I don't even know how to talk."

"Hehe, point to all the fellow villagers and enjoy a bowl of rice."

"Do you have bricks and inkstones?"

"Have you always been to our store? In just one sentence, we asked about our treasures. Never been here? It doesn't matter. Our store actually has a brick and inkstone, which guarantees authenticity."

The young man walked over and whispered a few words to Wen Yaru who was reading the newspaper. He saw Wen Yaru getting up and walking towards Wu Di. He didn't take more than two steps. He obviously recognized him. His face was slightly startled but then it was full of smile. He said hello from afar:

"Brother Wu Di is here to see my elder brother? You're so thoughtful, why do you want to pay a private visit incognito?"

The young man following Wen Yaru had a resentful look on his face. He turned out to be a friend of his employer. No wonder he asked for bricks and inkstones when he opened his mouth. All the feelings he had just felt were wasted.

Wu Di went up to hold Wen Yaru's hands, but spoke to the young man:

"Don't be surprised, little brother, I really want to find a brick and inkstone, I'm not here to tease you."

Then he smiled at Wen Yaru and said:

"Brother, I didn't enjoy what I heard on the train last time. I'll try to get some more stories from you later. How about it? Did you get any good stuff from the recycling?"

"Haha, haven't you ever heard that fakes are everywhere and there are as many counterfeit goods as dogs, and genuine goods can only be found underground? These days, it is getting harder and harder to receive goods, and there are landmines everywhere."

"don't know."

"The boss means to find genuine items. I guess they can only be found in that place. When I go to receive the goods, I am most afraid of encountering landmines. Unscrupulous dealers in the city and rural areas collude with each other to transfer fake antiques that look like genuine items to farmers in the countryside.

Home, or even buried in mass graves, this is the jargon of burying mines."

The young man saw that Wu Di really didn't understand, so he helped.

"Xiao Gangzi, go and give Brother Wu a glass of water."

The young man muttered and left. Wu Di vaguely heard him saying that the boss was bullying people. He was not an eunuch and insisted on being taller. He couldn't help but smile and said with a smile:

"Teacher Wen, your store is very cozy."

"I face a pile of dead things every day, and some are dug out from the ground. It's really not good if I don't improve the atmosphere. Come on, let's go to the second floor."

There are three offices on the second floor, and the rest is an exhibition hall. There are not many things and the layout is relatively exquisite. Seeing Wu Di looking around, Wen Yaru couldn't help but smile:

"Most of the stuff on the first floor is new, and the stuff on the second floor is all old stuff. How about we take a look around?"

Wu Di nodded excitedly and took the lead in spinning.

"Brother Wen, isn't this a bowl? It's a bit like what Tang Monk used to get scriptures..."

"That's a pen wash."

"Hey, I know this one. Xiao Gangzi just said it, it seems to be called a garlic bottle."

"I said it's called a garlic bottle."

"Holy shit, this one is broken into pieces. If you put it out for sale, you won't be afraid that it will suddenly fall apart one day."

"Is this an imitation Ge kiln? This is called opening, and this is called gold wire! You can rest while you go, but you came here today just to make me angry, right?"

Wu Di followed Wen Yaru to the office in despair, with a look of grievance on his face.

"Isn't it just that you don't understand? Why don't you ask me?"

Wen Yaru didn't seem to hear, so he refilled his glass with water, pointed to the paper cup that Xiao Gangzi brought to Wu Di on the table, sat down comfortably in the executive chair, and then asked:

"Why are you suddenly interested in antiques?"

"I'm interested in it on the train, okay? Think about it, if you go to the countryside to collect antiques, you usually go to places with history. It's great to travel around and make money at the same time. Not to mention picking up missing pieces.

Yes, that’s an increase of hundreds or thousands of times!”

"Oh, another child who was deceived and picked up something. What if he got punched in the eye?"

"Eye punch? Just think of it as paying tuition."

"Have you learned? Brother Wu, your mentality is not suitable for collecting. There are too many tricks here, and sometimes you will lose everything."

"I'm just addicted to it, mainly because there is a customer who likes bricks and inkstones and wants to find one for him. I'm worried about other people's products, so I want to come to your place to have a look."

"Hey, what you said is straightforward. Aren't you afraid that I will trick you?"

"I trust my feelings!"

"It feels like fart! You guys are just trying to flatter me. I don't have bricks and inkstones here. You can find them somewhere else. I can help you at most."

"It is said that there is an appraisal fee for the palm eye, right? I'd better buy it from you to save the appraisal fee."

"You kid, are you here to cause trouble? Leave quickly, I don't know you."

"Oh, there are just those few days every month... I am in a bad mood and too stressed. Thank you. But I really want to buy bricks and inkstones. Brother, don't you have one here? It also includes the old fidelity, which is directly cheaper.

I can get some sales."

"Are you really in business? Why do you do business?"

"With my enthusiasm, sincerity, our company's products, culture, and..."

"As big as you are, if I encounter someone like you who takes advantage of me, I'll give you an advantage. Tell me, what's the price?"

"It's less than 80,000. I've only been working for two years and I don't have much money. Oh, even if I do, I won't have the money until next month. I've invested it all in projects."

"Your company allows salespeople to invest by themselves? What a waste of a company. Stop doing it as soon as possible."

"No, it's not like that..."

"Okay, don't explain. I'll tell you clearly that these items are old items and I'm going to cut the price."

"Hehe, just don't be too harsh. I only have one hundred and thirty pounds of meat."

"Come, let's take a look at the things first and get started. I'll tell you the name and you can check it out when you get back."

"I can trust you."

"Go away, if you dare to say whether you believe it or not, I will kick you out."

Wen Yaru asked Wu Di to wait, and after a while he brought in a wooden box, opened it carefully, took out a dark brick, found a piece of cloth to cover it, and put it on the table.

The black bricks were almost square, covered with a slightly yellowed wooden cover. One side was tattooed with words, and the adjacent side was a large fork. The remaining two sides were bare. Wu Di opened the wooden cover, and there was a shallow slanted ink ink.

The deepest part of the pool is nearly two centimeters, and the shallowest part is less than half a centimeter. The edges are bumpy and uneven. When I picked it up, I found that the bottom had edges and the edges were also bumpy. The middle was full of words. Wu Di looked at it and didn't recognize any of them.

So I let it go.

"How about it?"

"It turns out this is a brick inkstone. It really looks like a brick."

"What does it look like? This is what it is. This square inkstone is called Zhang Tingji Jin Yuankang Brick Inkstone. Zhang Tingji is the producer and a master of epigraphy in the Qing Dynasty. Jin Yuankang is the year of the brick. This inkstone was collected by Lu Xinyuan in the Qing Dynasty and collected by Tang Yun in Dashizhai in modern times. It is in Lu Xinyuan

It is recorded in the "Illustrated Explanation of Ancient Bricks of Qian Zong Pavilion", which can be said to be spread in an orderly manner and inherited in a consistent cultural context."

"Oh, it turns out that orderly inheritance comes from orderly transmission and cultural context."

For some reason, Wen Yaru got angry when he saw Wu Di's silly look. He glanced at him and said feebly:

"Forget it, you can see for yourself, I'm too lazy to say anything."

"Hey, brother, I won't talk anymore and just keep taking notes. Can you please teach me how to read again?"

Wen Yaru glared at him, held the brick inkstone, couldn't put it down, and said after a long while:

"Look, this brick is as hard as iron, and the patina is so round that you can't put it down when you hold it. The inkstone is equipped with a mahogany top and bottom cover, which is made according to the shape of the brick. It is simple and natural, complementing the ancient bricks, and combining hardness and softness.

Ji. The interior is painted with lacquer, and the cover has been rubbed for many years. The patina is mellow and has taken on the golden satin-like crystal color of huanghuali.

This inkstone should be a perfect thing with blood, flesh and spirit!

You see, the text on the side brick is written by Ding Chou in the eighth month of the sixth year of Kangxi's reign in the Jin Dynasty, by Li Shibo of Maoshan.

The bottom of the inkstone is an inscription written by the maker Zhang Tingji: There are different types of bricks in Maoshan, there are horizontal paintings in the Hundred Pottery Building, Xu Qiu (zifu) studied Zhu Tongjian, the Chou day should be in July, or the history is on Ding Chou, in the eighth month

The word "month" was mistakenly written. This article is thin and hard, and it is difficult to write Shi Chuan and Shi Bowen. How to make an inkstone wide, and the horse tent repairs the book to provide some pens. On the 21st day of Renyin Zhongdong in Daoguang, it was written by Mr. Fufeng, Jiaxing

Zhang Tingji was seventy-five years old."

Wen Yaru looked majestic and scolded Fang Qiu. He was talking about dry mouth. He looked at Wu Di again, looking stupid and said angrily:

"Say it again, I won't sell you this inkstone for any price even if it's wrong."

"Ah, if you're right, do you want to sell me cheaply?"

"you!"

"Hehe, just a joke, just a joke, I said it, Brother Wen, do you think it's right?"

Wu Di spoke eloquently and almost word for word. Wen Yaru was shocked. Could it be that this silly boy still has talent in this area?

Wu Di chuckled and said:

"When it comes to deceiving customers, I have basically gone through this aspect over and over again."

Wen Yaru was angry and asked unwillingly:
To be continued...