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Wu Di was not surprised to hear Zhong Qing say that those people were outlaws. The man's eyes were murderous intent just now, but this showed that they really had good things in their hands. Unfortunately, as Wen Yaru said, if there is good things, he would not have the chance to have good things. He just didn't expect that his luck would be so good. He just caught someone and asked, and found a group of real tomb robbers!

Zhong Qing didn't hear Wu Di's reply, and fed her twice and said:

"Don't take it seriously. Zuo Li risked being punished and revealed the news. Oh, by the way, what do you think of that girl?"

"What's going on?"

"Don't pretend to be confused with me! Tell me quickly!"

"Sister, you can't tease me if you have nothing to do? I don't feel anything about that girl. She's so fierce. She owes her two pounds of black buns as much as anyone."

"Haha, you offend others first, and no wonder they treat you like that."

"Ofy offending her? I haven't even seen her before, okay?"

"My mom looked for several blind dates for you a while ago, but you didn't run away from the house and didn't see any of them. Later, I heard that you already had a goal, so mom pushed them all. Do you understand?"

Wu Di was so amused that he was so fucking. What the hell is this! I said, you little girl, don’t you just have a blind date? It’s like menopause, and you take personal revenge! Wu Di drove Zuo Li into the cold palace from the bottom of his heart, cherishing his life, and staying away from Zuo Li!

Lao Zheng’s store is not big, but the name is very nice, and it is called Yazhuzhai. As soon as he saw the purple signboard, Wu Di, who had just filled a bottle of mineral water, suddenly thought of the teahouse. Lao Zheng looked very young, but according to himself, he was the same year as Wen Yaru, the three of them were polite for a while and sat down in the VIP room.

"Whose paintings do you want to see? I don't have many good things here, but there are not many. I guess Mr. Wen has given you the bottom of the hole long ago?"

"Haha, Uncle Zheng, you can see any painting. I've just learned experience when I first came into contact with this. But before we look at the painting, I think you guys can help me see this first."

Wu Di said as he took out a black flat stone from his pocket.

Wen Yaru said "Huh" and showed a thoughtful expression on his face. Lao Zheng picked up the stone and looked at it for a long time. He rubbed it with a soft cloth on the black surface. He handed the stone to Wen Yaru and said:

"It seems like a piece of ink, but I can't see it very accurately."

Wen Yaru looked at it for a while and said:

"Old Zheng, take out your skills, add some potions, and show them. I think this is probably a piece of ink. Looking at this style, I'm afraid it's not small."

Old Zheng turned around and went out to prepare the medicine. Wen Yaru shook his body and kept looking at Wu Di. Wu Di was inexplicably seen by him and asked:

"Uncle Wen, what's wrong? Is there anything wrong with me?"

"I said, how do you boy's eyes grow? Why are they so poisonous? They took them out and glanced at them, and threw them on the ground. You just saw that they were a treasure?"

Wu Di smiled bitterly:

"Uncle Wen, I read miscellaneous items two days ago and happened to see the chapter of Qianlong's imperial ink making. It seemed that many of his ink pieces were so big and flat, so when I saw this stone, I became concerned. Later, I just picked it up and was taken away by the stinky girl. I didn't have time to read it. I didn't know what this was."

"Look, look. If you want me to tell me why your kid is so lucky?"

Wu Di Xiaoxiao did not answer and read it carefully. Tianshu told him the answer the moment he picked up the stone.

"The imperial poems and poems of Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty were written by Wang Jinsheng, and the authentic ones."

But after watching for a long time, he didn't find any proof feature except seeing some black gold powder from a place as big as a broad bean. If he only saw it with his eyesight, he wouldn't recognize that this was a piece of imperial ink except for his shape.

He looked at the magnifying glass for a long time and vaguely saw some messy strokes on the round edge of the ink block. It should not be scratches, and there was no harvest in the others. While he looked, he thought it was a pity that the ink was too bad, so he was probably useless.

Boss Zheng brought in a basin of clear water and asked Wu Di to put Mo in and try it. Wu Di smiled and said:

"I'm afraid it won't work with clear water, right?"

"If you ask you to put it, you can put it. How come there are so many strange things! This is a secret potion made by Lao Zheng, which has a miraculous effect on various attachments and glue. The fake wool I bought back then showed its shape here!"

Wu Di put the ink in after hearing this. Boss Zheng brought the basin aside and put it down, and said with a smile:

"Go to have a meal first, and it will be almost done after you finish your meal."

There were only three people in Boss Zheng’s shop, and he also found a nanny outside to cook. The taste was no worse than that in Wen Yaru’s shop. Wu Di ate two big bowls. Fortunately, Wen Yaru reported the meal in advance, otherwise it would be really not enough.

After dinner, the three of them came to the VIP room. At this time, the water in the basin had turned dark black. Lao Zheng put on rubber gloves, took a small toothbrush, took up the ink block and brushed it gently. Every time he brushed it a few times, he stopped to see it. The movement became faster and faster. After a while, a clean ink block appeared in front of the three.

"The imperial poems and inks were written by Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty. It's a good thing!"

Lao Zheng exclaimed, handed the mo to Wu Di, and took out the dirty water.

Wu Di and Wen Yaru gathered together to appreciate it. This was a circular ink block with a diameter of about 10 cm and a thickness of about 2 cm. At this moment, after the cleaning of Lao Zheng's powerful potion, his true appearance finally revealed.

The front two dragons play with pearl patterns, one on the left and one on the right, lifelike, the central official script is "Imperial poems for ink"; the reverse side is drawn with gold cloud bat patterns, and most of the gold-drawing parts have fallen off, but the 10 bats are realistic in shape, and the central eight-part script is "Yangshi Palace, made ink in the Qianlong period". There are three border patterns, one is "made ink in the Qing Dynasty". One is the three characters "Wang Jinsheng", and the other is a seal, "Jian Guzhai".

"This is actually a tribute ink made by Wang Jinsheng, the year-old Jian Guzhai! Don't say it, it's really a good thing!"

Lao Zheng was just pushing the door and heard Wen Yaru's words. He grabbed the ink block into his hand and asked:

"Wang Jinsheng? Is there a signature from the maker in this piece of tribute ink besides Jian Guzhai?"

"Yes, on the other side. Uncle Zheng, is it strange that Yu Mo has signed it?"

"Xiao Wu, I'll ask you, do you know Wang Jinsheng?"

"I know, Wang Jinsheng was a famous ink-making master in the Qing Dynasty, and was named Jian Gu. He was from Jixi, Huizhou. He was originally an ink craftsman of Cao Sugong's family. Later, he broke away from the shackles of the Cao family and opened a "Jian Guzhai" ink shop in Huizhou Prefecture City. His ink carving and decoration are all beautiful, as famous as Cao Sugong, Wang Jie'an and others. He is known as "the current sage is the court in the past."

"That's right, then do you know that imperial ink is divided into imperial ink and imperial ink?"

"Oh? Is there any difference between these two?"

"Of course, imperial ink refers to ink that is specially used by the emperor, which is generally made by the imperial bookstore. Although this imperial ink is also used by the emperor, it is not special ink. Its main uses are two types. One is to grind it and specially used for rubbing of imperial ink steles, and the other is to reward officials, so it comes from various sources. Most of the tribute inks in various places are the words 'Director' engraved by the imperial bookstore'. However, very few tribute inks are marked as ink makers, and most of them are only marked as Sanxitang, Mo Miaoxuan and other ink making workshops. Do you think this ink treasure is not precious?"

"It turns out that there is still such knowledge, and the boy has received teachings."

Wu Di stood up and gave a respectful salute, sighing in his heart that China has a long history and its antique knowledge is profound. The point he mastered is really a drop in the ocean!

Lao Zheng couldn't put down this imperial edict, and he played with it for a long time before asking:

"Xiao Wu, are you interested in taking action on this thing? I can pay up to one million.5 million."

Wen Yaru smiled and said:

"This kid is a big man, I'm afraid he doesn't like your little money."

Sure enough, Wu Di smiled bitterly:

"Uncle Wen was joking. This is not a matter of money or not. The key is that I also like to collect it. I don't have a piece of Mokan on hand, so I'm really embarrassed."

Old Zheng sighed and returned the Mo to Wu Di, saying:

"One day you want to take action, you must come to me, I will definitely pay the highest price."

Wu Di smiled dryly:

"Sure, certain."

Lao Zheng took a sip of tea and said with a smile:

"Let's not talk about this, let's get back to the point! Xiaowu, do you know why my store is called Yazhuzhai?"

"I don't know, I just listen to the name, but I really can't tell whether it is a teahouse or an antique shop."

"Good boy, look for a fight! How dare I say my store name like this! In fact, the old people in this industry know that this name is because there are three out-of-print bamboo pictures in the store. Guess whose works they are all? If you guess correctly, I will take them out for you to see them!"
Chapter completed!