Whether in the Northern and Southern Dynasties or the Sui and Tang Dynasties, Hu bottles were strategic materials for the imperial court.
Emperor Wen of Wei was the largest collector of Hu bottles.
Emperor Taizong of the Tang Dynasty loved Hu Ping as much as Emperor Wen of Wei and Emperor Wen of Sui Dynasty Yang Jian.
In order to commend Li Daliang, the governor of Liangzhou, for his loyalty in admonishing the famous eagle, Li Shimin once wrote: "I am giving you a Hu vase. Although it is not as heavy as a thousand yi, it is for my own use!"
This shows how high Hu Ping's status was in the top social circles at that time.
According to Tubo historical materials, Tubo Zanpu also presented a vase to Li Longji as a sign of surrender!
When Li Longji was in power, Tubo, which had conquered all the invincible opponents in the world, had turned into an honest and humble country bumpkin!
As for other great poets such as Wang Changling and Lu Lun, they have also written poems about Hu Ping, which are extremely beautiful!
Hu bottles were introduced to China from the Northern Zhou Dynasty to the Northern Song Dynasty. They were always imported and physical objects were unearthed.
In the eyes of dignitaries, this high-grade gadget is equivalent to the status of the foreign royal family to China's porcelain and silk.
Over the years, more than a dozen Hu vases have been unearthed in China, but none of them can compare with the king of Hu vases I discovered, regardless of size or craftsmanship.
This vase is also the largest in all museums in the known world, including the Persian Empire Museum!
In addition to the king of Hu bottles, there are several younger brothers and sisters, who are equally exquisite.
As for those gold and silver ceramic dishes, they are all the best among the best!
Other daily necessities and gold jewelry accessories are good and bad, and most of them can only be used as research directions.
Some of the golden belts are so awesome that they are considered first-class national treasures.
On the other hand, those gold and silver coins are not only of great research significance, but also of extremely high value.
Sold to auctions abroad, it would start at a million even with your eyes closed.
There were also quite a few thousand-year-old gems, which made me greedy and wanted to keep them for myself.
A dark green emerald is as thick as a thumb and weighs more than forty carats.
The other one is a yellow diamond. It's only about ten carats, but its clarity is extremely rare.
This evening the sorting was almost over, and I did a preliminary inventory.
If this batch of treasures is estimated according to their value, they are just a little short of being considered as the amazing treasures of Hejiacun. They are eight out of ten.
And more than enough.
Dozens of first-class national treasures were properly packaged and locked into steel boxes made by me. Fragile items such as colored glass are buried in storage point No. 3 in other packages.
I placed the King of Hu Ping in the most inconspicuous and neglected place.
Rooftop!
At the end of August, the scorching sun becomes more frequent as the rainy season ends in Hoh Xil, with the average sunshine duration exceeding seven hours a day.
The strong ultraviolet rays made my face peel and scab!
The vegetables I planted are also in harvest season!
The seeds that were scattered randomly grew up, the small green peppers sprouted thin buds, the eggplants sprouted fruits as thick as a thumb, and the lettuce leaves were almost ten centimeters tall. ap.
The bok choy, leeks, and coriander have already made my mouth water.
Other tomatoes, radish, spinach and garlic sprouts all failed.
I wrote down the harvest time in the greenhouse diary, and I enjoyed three kinds of vegetables that night.
Cut the coriander and add chili, chicken essence, MSG and salt and vinegar to make a cold dish.
Stir-fried luncheon meat with leeks!
Bok choy soup!
Of course, the unique pika in Hoh Xil is essential.
Before cutting the pika into pieces, I subconsciously looked at my swollen arms, touched my disfigured face, and immediately went to the weather station shack to prepare to stew the big golden eagle.
What a pity that this big golden eagle is not dead yet!
A few days ago, I was busy cleaning up the treasures in Fangzhou Lake and stayed away all day and night. When I had some free time, I suddenly found that more than half of the plateau loaches and red lake fish I had raised were missing out of thin air.
At first I thought it was
Baldy Dog No. 10 did it, and his food was stopped for two days.
The location of the weather station is good. You can see the shadows of Tibetan antelopes, wild donkeys and wild yaks anytime and anywhere, but brown bears are rare.
Since it was not done by a brown bear, it must be the work of a bald dog.
But two days later, only one fish remained in Red Lake.
So I got angry at the bald dog for the first time. I gave him a stern warning, and if he steals any more nationally protected animals, I will deport him and exile him to Hoh Xil Mountain to feed the snowman!
The bald dog just lay there and roared at me a few times, silently shut up, and shed tears again.
On the morning of the 15th, the sun had just risen halfway up my head, and I was still nervously recovering when I suddenly heard the roar of a bald dog.
When I opened the door and came out, I was knocked to the ground by a strong gust of wind.
I raised my head and looked over, and saw a large golden eagle flying smoothly over the weather station with its wings spread out, and landed directly in the small pond I dug. With both claws out, it accurately grabbed the largest red lake fish. Passing by at high speed across the meadow, a piece of dry land rose straight into the sky.
In just the blink of an eye, the big golden eagle blended into the blue sky and white clouds, turning into a black spot in the field of vision.
It took me quite a while to come to my senses, I spat out the eagle hair stuck to my mouth, and silently turned my head to look at the bald dog.
As if he had been waiting for me here for a long time, the bald dog tilted his head and stared straight at me with a pair of triangular eyes.
Ouch, ouch, ouch...
The bald dog howled at me a few times, suddenly opened its big mouth, spit out its long dog tongue and swaggered past me, then limped past me, went straight back to his kennel, tilted his head to the side, and didn't even look at me. .
That expression, that movement, that cry, he looked like a fucking kobold!
Since the golden eagle is a first-level protected animal that is rarer and more valuable than the Tibetan antelope, Tibetan wild ass, and wild yak, I can’t fucking afford to offend any of them.
I personally endured this dumb loss silently with my teeth knocked out and my blood swallowed.
However, the bald dog is different.
I can't be angry with a bald dog who can't even protect animals, even though this animal is worth tens of millions!
But I continued to starve the beast for two days as punishment.
The last red lake fish that was ovulating was taken away, and the old golden eagle never visited my weather station again.
