The official kiln of the Southern Song Dynasty was built in Yuhang. It was made for the emperor and enjoyed a great reputation. It can be said that it is a high-quality and important vessel, as few as the morning stars. It is simple and dignified, and only Tan Aoyuan's connotation can reach it. It proves that the craftsmen of the past were skilled and thoughtful, and they were fully familiar with the charm of beautiful porcelain.
This passage is a heartfelt praise for the Southern Song Dynasty official kiln porcelain.
Being able to find such a fine product, Li Mo naturally wanted to collect it for himself.
I looked at it again carefully and found that this celadon-glazed octagonal string-pattern vase was not damaged at all, which is very rare.
The official kilns of the Song Dynasty are not like those produced after the Yongle period of the Ming Dynasty. All the products produced by the official kilns will have the standard official mark on the bottom. In addition, there are not many imperial products passed down from the official kilns of the Southern Song Dynasty, and most of them are still in foreign museums or private collections. In the hands of everyone, it is difficult to identify the authenticity of every genuine product, and it is also easy to be mistaken for a high imitation.
Li Mo had been unhappy for many days, and now he could finally vent his frustration.
"Sister, please pack it carefully for me. I will put it in the bank vault later."
In fact, it is very safe to leave it at home, but don’t be afraid of ten thousand, just be afraid of the unexpected. He had had a bad premonition after meeting the man with disabled legs and feet in Panjiayuan today. He always felt that the man's appearance was too strange.
After packaging the celadon octagonal string pattern bottle, Li Mo placed the old inkstone with a high base in front of him. There was also an inkstone hidden inside.
What he found in the Qin family compound was an inkstone within an inkstone, and he found an orphan inkstone hidden by Su Shi. This time, he didn't know who had left it behind.
Li Mo first took out the old inkstone and put it aside, and then carefully observed the entire Hainan huanghuali wood box. There were no gorgeous and exquisite carvings on the outside, so he couldn't see anything special about opening the mechanism.
If you are not outside, you are inside.
He took out the custom-made silk and foam cushion that held the inkstone, and there was a removable panel underneath. However, this layer board was fixed with a wooden tenon structure. Li Mo touched along the edge of the box and found a slightly protruding piece. When he pressed hard, the fixed wooden tenon structure all bounced up.
The wisdom of the ancients is infinite.
Taking out the layer board finally revealed what was hidden in the base, wrapped in a piece of fabric.
"There's really something!"
Chen Feng didn't know how to describe his feelings. This junior brother was so evil, no wonder he could pick up big leaks again and again.
Li Mo took out the old inkstone wrapped in cloth. The cloth had been completely oxidized and turned black over time, and it was destroyed by just a slight touch.
He carefully peeled off the black cloth, revealing the true face of the inkstone inside.
This inkstone is about 30 cm long, 20 cm wide and 5 cm high. The shape belongs to the golden ratio, with appropriate length and width. The inkstone is made of Songhua stone inkstone, and its shape is square on the outside and round on the inside.
The inkstone is exquisitely carved and has become very smooth after years of baptism. It presents a very simple jade green color and shows traces of the owner's use.
There are poems on the front of this inkstone, seals from three parties, and the production time.
"The owner of this inkstone is Ji Yun, the master of Yuewei Thatched Cottage. It was made in the autumn of the 50th year of Qianlong's reign."
Li Mo's voice was a little louder.
"You mean this inkstone belongs to Ji Xiaolan?" Chen Feng came closer and looked carefully at the words on the surface of your inkstone.
"Yes, this is Ji Xiaolan's inkstone, with three of his seals on it. Senior sister, please read this poem again."
The poem on the front of the inkstone is engraved with Du Fu's "Ascend the High": The wind whistles and mourns, and the white birds fly back from the clear sand in Zhugisa. Boundless Xiaoxia, endless rolls of the Yangtze River. Autumn is always sad for thousands of miles, and a hundred years of illness only takes the stage. Difficulty and bitterness hate the frost on the temples, and the wine glass is stained by the new stop. "
"Junior brother, don't tease me. I am very familiar with Du Fu's poems. This engraved poem is not complete at all, with several words missing. After all, Ji Xiaolan is also a literary giant of the Qing Dynasty, and he can still make such low-level mistakes."
Li Mo smiled, clapped his hands and said, "Judging from the missing words in this poem, it further proves that this is Ji Xiaolan's genuine inkstone."
Chen Feng was puzzled.
"I once read some articles by Ji Xiaolan. He likes to shorten his poems the most. He omits the "Sky-high Monkey" in "The Wind is Strong and the Sky-High Monkey Roars in Sadness", the "Sky-high Monkey" in "The Ape in the Sky" is omitted, the "Xiao of the Falling Trees in the Boundless Falling Trees" is omitted, and the "Thousands of Miles of Sad Autumn Is Always a Guest" is omitted. Omit the word "Ke". If you read it carefully again, you will see that the whole poem does not seem stiff or unsmooth, but has a different artistic conception."
Chen Feng read it and shook his head.
"The artistic conception of this poem is probably based on Ji Xiaolan's environment at the time. I went back to consult a professor of history research at Peking University, or through the time when the inkstone was made, this poem with reduced characters can understand the social environment at that time."
"Junior brother, how much is this Ji Xiaolan Chuan Inkstone worth?"
"Currently, there are still seven or eight inkstones sold by Ji Xiaolan, and they are basically in private collections. Judging from auction records, the most expensive ones cost 20 to 30 million, and the more common inkstones cost several million. The one in my hand is worth more than that." Ten million.”
Li Mo already owns a unique Su Shi Tibetan inkstone, so he does not plan to collect this Ji Xiaolan Chuan inkstone by himself.
"Senior sister, let's go to Liulichang tomorrow morning and visit the antique shops there. If we're lucky, we might even encounter some good ones."
Chen Feng naturally agreed, and she finally understood why Li Mo wanted to buy all the porcelain on the two ancient shelves in one go. The main reason was because he didn't want to attract people's attention.
I went out for a walk in the morning and picked up treasures worth over 100 million yuan. This is a scary way to make money quickly.
After Li Mo looked at the front of the inkstone, he habitually turned it over to look at the back. Then I lost my composure, and there was a poem on the back of the inkstone.
This poem is Wen Tianxiang's "The mountains and rivers are broken, the wind flutters and the catkins float, and the life experience is ups and downs, and the rain hits the rafts."
The last inscription was: Cao Xueqin.
Li Mo thought he was dazzled, but yes, there was Cao Xueqin's inscription on the back of Ji Xiaolan's inkstone. If Yitong hadn't already judged that it was Ji Xiaolan's genuine product, he would have suspected that it was a fabrication by future generations.
He took a closer look at the font, and there were obvious traces of hand carving by craftsmen, rather than machine carving.
If it were just an inkstone passed down by Ji Xiaolan, he really had no intention of collecting it himself, but now that there is an inscription from Cao Xueqin, the meaning is completely different.
From today's perspective, if Ji Xiaolan can be regarded as a literary giant of the Qing Dynasty, then Cao Xueqin is a literary giant of the Qing Dynasty.
His "A Dream of Red Mansions" is called one of the four great classics in ancient times and has inspired countless people to study and explore. Its literary quality can even be ranked first among the four great classics.
Ji Xiaolan and Cao Xueqin appear on the same inkstone, and the historical significance contained therein is worth exploring and looking for answers.
"Junior brother, is this inkstone really Ji Xiaolan's genuine product?" Chen Feng saw the inscription on the back by Cao Xueqin and couldn't help but ask in a low voice. In her mind, the two people seemed to have nothing in common.
"It must be genuine." Li Mo had no doubt. He put Ji Xiaolan's inkstone into a high-base Hainan huanghuali wooden box, stood up and said, "Senior sister, I have to go to Beijing University. To solve this puzzle, I need to Ask a professor who studies history.”
Once the puzzle is solved, this Ji Xiaolan inkstone will be displayed in the Gu Yunxuan Museum to enrich his collection.
He temporarily put the rest of the antiques into the safe, and then went out with Chen Feng. She went home, and Li Mo walked to Beijing University.
While stepping on the thick snow, I called Professor Zhu.
"Teacher, are you at home?"
"I'm playing mahjong at home with some old friends. If you have nothing to do at home, come over and sit down and have hot pot together at noon."
"Teacher, I found an inkstone by Ji Xiaolan in Panjiayuan. It has a poem, a seal and a date on the front. And there is an inscription poem by Cao Xueqin on the back. I would like to ask the teacher to help solve the puzzle."
Hua la la, there was a messy sound of mahjong collision over there.
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