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Chapter 299 Gloomy Wood

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    Meng Zitao came to Jindong¡¯s friend¡¯s antique shop.

    This antique store is not small in size, and the decoration is quite satisfactory. The items in the store are mainly porcelain, and there are also some jades.

    Meng Zitao walked into the store carrying something. A waiter looked over and saw Meng Zitao carrying something in one hand and an inconspicuous piece of wood in the other hand. He thought Meng Zitao was  Came here to sell things.  In addition, the quality of the wooden board was really not that good, which made him frown.

    Before the waiter could speak, Meng Zitao asked, "Excuse me, where are Mr. Jin and the others?"

    The guy was stunned for a moment, then immediately responded: "Who are you?"

    Meng Zitao said: "I am Meng Zitao."

    The clerk immediately changed his smile and said, "Hello, Mr. Meng, my shopkeeper Song and Mr. Jin are in the back room. I will take you there."

    "Thanks."

    "You should, you're welcome"

    Meng Zitao followed the waiter into the meeting room and saw that besides Feng Zhengsheng and the others, there was an old man and a middle-aged man in the room.  At this time, everyone was having a heated discussion over a piece of blue and white porcelain on the table.

    Seeing Meng Zitao come in, Jin Dong stood up and introduced him, the old man and the middle-aged man. The old man was Song Xuecheng, the shopkeeper here. The middle-aged man was a friend of Jin Dong and Song Xuecheng. There was a local boss named Wu Kangshi who liked to collect antiques.  .

    After everyone exchanged pleasantries, Feng Zhengsheng noticed what Meng Zitao was carrying and said with a smile, "Why did you bring back a 'blackboard'?"

    Meng Zitao smiled and said: "What blackboard? This is a warp board."

    "What is a warp pressing plate?" Feng Zhengsheng asked curiously.

    Meng Zitao explained: "The traditional Sanskrit binding is to clamp the album pages with plywood, drill one or two holes in the middle or at both ends of the plate, and tie the rope inside to form a volume. For example, during the Qianlong period of the Qing Dynasty  , the "White Umbrella Canopy Ritual Sutra" wrapped in brocade in a 'Sanskrit clip' style is a typical example of this type of sutra board."

    Feng Zhengsheng said in surprise: "You mean, this is also the pressure plate used in the palace during the Qianlong period?"

    Meng Zitao shook his head and said: "I'm not sure about this, because there are some differences between the two. For example, the Qianlong Palace was decorated with red lacquer and gilded outer panels, but this warp-pressing panel did not do that. However, there are also similar parts, such as the middle part.  Decorated with auspicious patterns, the back of the sutra board has a collection of books and Chinese bilingual text. I guess it is probably used for Tibetan secret scriptures."

    Song Xuecheng is an old man in his fifties, with the appearance of an old scholar. He said: "Mr. Meng, can you let me appreciate this warp pressing board?"

    "Of course there is no problem." With that, Meng Zitao put the warp pressing plate on the table.

    Looking at the pressure plate on the table, Feng Zhengsheng was very curious: "What is this thing made of? Why is it so black?"

    Meng Zitao smiled and said, "Guess."

    At this time, Jin Dong stepped forward to observe carefully, and then weighed the weight of the warp plate with his hands: "This weightcouldn't it be ebony?"

    Feng Zhengsheng said in surprise: "Are you talking about ebony or dark wood?"

    Jin Dong nodded and said: "Of course it's not ebony, but gloomy wood. Look at this thing, it's completely black, full of weight, and very hard, in line with the characteristics of gloomy wood."

    Feng Zhengsheng looked at Meng Zitao: "Is it really Yinchenmu?"

    Meng Zitao smiled and said: "If nothing else, it should be the gloomy wood."

    The dark wood is actually a kind of charred wood, mainly due to the sudden geological disasters suffered by the trees in the primeval forest in ancient times.

    For example, geological disasters such as flash floods and mudslides in the upper reaches of rivers wash trees into rivers and bury them deeply in the sediment of the river bed; or earthquakes and landslides cause trees to be buried in dark, oxygen-deficient strata, where they have been left untouched by nature for many years.  Thousands or even tens of thousands of years of abrasion have formed plant "mummies" that look like stone but not stone, and look like wood but not wood.

    The dark wood combines the elegance of wood and the charm of stone. Its texture is solid and thick, its color is dark and luxurious, its cross section is smooth and delicate, and the wood is oily, fragrant, corrosion-resistant, insect-resistant, and natural.  Therefore, people in Shu call it ebony, people in the Northeast call it "langmu" and "shenjiang wood", and Westerners call it "oriental sacred wood".

    Wu Kangshi's eyes lit up: "I have heard before that 'a box of jewels is not as good as a box of ebony', and the old saying 'a thousand taels of gold are sent to the underworld in exchange for ebony to offer sacrifices to the gods'. If this is really ebony, then  This warp-pressing plate is of great value."

    As Wu Kangshi said, dark wood has been regarded as a precious wood since ancient times, a rare thing, and a symbol of nobility and status.

    In ancient times?Maybe he really didn't recognize it.  "

    Feng Zhengsheng smiled and said, "Did you miss it again?"

    Meng Zitao shrugged his shoulders. Although he did not say the price, it was obviously unlikely to be very high, which made everyone envious.  But if they knew that Meng Zitao only spent three thousand yuan, they probably wouldn't be so calm.

    Next, everyone looked at the other two things that Meng Zitao had just obtained, and they were all full of praise.

    "May I ask, who does this sunflower bowl belong to?" Meng Zitao asked, pointing to a blue and white sunflower bowl with branches, flowers and fruits on the table.

    Wu Kangshi looked over and said, "It's mine."

    Song Xuecheng took over and said, "Is there something wrong with this bowl?"

    When Wu Kangshi heard this, he became a little anxious: "Speaking of Lao Song, why do you think there is something wrong with my sunflower bowl? Look at its unique shape, and you can see Zhao Song's clean and simple beauty, showing the changes in curves.  Wonderful. The texture of the body is delicate and firm, the glaze is bright and green, the green hair color is deep and rich, the style is simple and vigorous, and full of ancient charm. These alone can prove that it is a genuine product."

    "Moreover, you can see that this painting is realistic and realistic. It fully draws on the meaning and charm of Chinese painting, and has its method. All methods of outlining, drawing, dotting, and dyeing are suitable for use. The lines are thick and thin, and the green materials are thick and light, so that the picture is rich.  It has a verdant interest and reveals a dignified and majestic beauty. If it is not a genuine product, how can it achieve such a high level?"

    Song Xuecheng said: "Everything you said is right, but I still feel it's wrong."

    Wu Kangshi said: "If you say it's wrong, then give a reason. Don't say it doesn't feel right. If you say it, no one will believe it."

    Song Xuecheng frowned, then looked at Meng Zitao and asked what he meant.

    Meng Zitao took action directly, picked up the bowl, and gestured: "Look at the blue and white hair color from this angle."

    Everyone quickly looked at it from the angle mentioned by Meng Zitao. Song Xuecheng immediately clapped his hands: "There is something wrong with the blue and white hair color, let me just say it. I feel it is right."

    "Maybe this is a coincidence?"

    It was difficult for Wu Kangshi to accept this result. However, Meng Zitao presented other evidence, which left Wu Kangshi speechless and filled with bitterness in his heart.

    Wu Kangshi looked at the Kui Kou Bowl in front of him and murmured to himself: "How could this happen? How could it be made so realistic?"

    Song Xuecheng comforted him: "Mr. Wu, as you said, this sunflower bowl is really too realistic. If Teacher Meng hadn't pointed it out, I wouldn't have been able to do anything with it. So, this should be regarded as a non-war."  Sin." (Remember the website address: www.hlnovel.com
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