Lighting incense is important!

Guan Ping'an is thinking of matches?

A box of matches suddenly appeared in her hand. Looking at the factory name on the small matchbox on it, Guan Ping'an found that he seemed to have made new discoveries.

Does that mean that she can not only move wherever she wants to appear in the small gourd, but also can just call things back to any place immediately?

With thoughts, Guan Ping'an meditated on the fruit plates, fruits, and pastries... Soon, two plates appeared on both sides of the incense burner on the incense table, and then fruits and pastries appeared.

At this moment, Guan Ping'an didn't care about lighting three incense sticks first, but immediately lowered the slab and knelt on the ground. She kowtowed three times respectfully.

"Our ancestors are here, your relatives, Guan Ping'an, thanks for their great kindness and virtue, and begs our ancestors to bless your descendants."

Although there was no voice to reply to her, Guan Ping'an firmly believed that this small world would be the immortal thing passed down by her ancestor Guan Yinzi to her descendants.

This is not because her ancestor wanted to go to heaven to become a god back then. For the sake of her descendants, her awesome ancestor made a decision and left it to her.

After lit three incense sticks and inserted them into the incense burner, Guan Ping'an became happier the more she thought about it. She knelt on the ground and kowtowed three times.

Natural.

She still kept thinking about blessing her, blessing her mother, and blessing her younger brother. Finally, when she was unable to control her, the number of people became more.

For example, her own grandfather, her grandfather Mei, her grandfather Yi, and when she was thinking about Qi Jingnian, she couldn't help but add the old couple to Qi...

If her ancestors really have a spirit, they will have to be angry. In the end, they will be almost blessed with the two pigs that her family just raised this year.

After the joyful bowing, Guan Ping'an grabbed the small gourd on the incense table and looked at it... Not to mention, it was really her white jade gourd.

After carefully putting it down, Guan Ping'an grabbed the small tip again. Even if it was so small, it was not as big as one-third of the size of her slap, it even had gold thread embroidered.

Guan Ping'an rubbed his fingers with two fingers, and he always had the urge to drop the first drop of blood on it. But after hesitating, she decided to just wait for her father to see before talking.

It is best to let her squeeze some blood out and apply it on the small gourd and the small tip. Maybe her father can enter the small gourd without her leading the way.

Taking note of this big event, Guan Ping'an looked around the decorations in the hall again, frowned and smelled it. At this moment, he finally realized that her ancestor was really rich.

If she smelled the three fragrances correctly, it would be mixed with ambergris, black agarwood, cloves and other spices.

Smell it again and there is still furniture in the air that emits a faint fragrance.

Come on.

Another room of red sandalwood.

The two museum shelves against the wall are made of rosewood, and they are also placed on spaces with staggered shelves, either porcelain bottles, exquisite inkstones, or small boxes of different colors.

The style still does not have any complicated craftsmanship, but each piece looks simple, elegant and elegant! It is indeed worthy of being her Guan Ping'an's ancestor.

Guan Ping'an continued to move past the slab of the rosewood, which was also red sandalwood, and reached out to open a small box made of white jade on one of the spaces on the museum shelves.

——There are two small porcelain bottles and a silk book inside.

Even if the silk books are still as new as before, I think there should be some era. After all, in the pre-Qin period, before paper was invented, bamboo slips and silk books were often used together.

Especially during the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period, families with backgrounds used silk as the main material for writing, and the copied silk books were inherited from generation to generation by the family.

Who is like now?

The books are not taken seriously, and they can be destroyed as soon as they say they are destroyed. Unfortunately, Guan Ping'an, who thinks he is good at writing, was confused this time when he looked at the contents of this silk book.

Like a ghostly talisman~

It looks a bit like a Taoist priest's talisman. The most regrettable thing is that after counting, she actually knew three or five words, and she couldn't understand what the others meant at all.

I think what can stump her Guan Ping'an must be a text that appeared in the jurisdiction of a certain vassal state in the era of her ancestors.

There was no explanation on the two small porcelain bottles, and they were filled with pills. They were dark and smelled a stinking smell.

I don't know what this is?

Guan Ping'an, who was afraid of death, dared not pour it out easily. It would be a bad thing if her ancestor liked her to make some weird things in Xili.

She quickly covered the bottle mouth and put it back in place, and put it back in place with the box. Of course, when she is bored one day, she can try shaving a little rabbit.

“Huh?”

As Guan Ping'an flipped through the shelf, he finished turning over a museum shelf and moved to the opposite shelf, but she found a golden nanmu box.

If you say that the books she has read recently must be the most books she recommends about antique identification, especially the identification of various woods.

Guan Ping'an believes that she has few opportunities to get her into the eye now. Including jade and miscellaneous items, their difficulty in identifying them is not as difficult as porcelain and calligraphy and painting.

Of course, she absolutely does not admit that the two categories of porcelain and calligraphy and painting are the most difficult!

The golden nanmu is indeed the authentic product, and there are two clouds carved on it... It should be clouds. Anyway, the small boxes on the Bo Ancient Shelf are not locked, so Guan Ping'an simply opened them directly.

result?

There were actually ten small crimson red tips in a small box. These tips were exactly the same as the previous tips.

Guan Ping'an looked at the direction of the incense table in confusion. Didn't her grandfather say that the ancestors of the Guan family only passed on a small gourd and a small tip?

What is her ancestor doing?

With a lot of questions, Guan Ping'an walked around the rooms on the left and right sides of the living room. Both sides were rooms with light and darkness.

The study is made in the open and the bedroom is made in the dark.

There is a tilted head on both sides of the Dongwu Study room near the window, with pens and ink on it, and you can't think of paper.

Her ancestor was born at the wrong time, and she was in a hurry to be a god without waiting for the paper to be invented. How could the gods be as free as ordinary people?

There are several inkstones on the museum shelf on one side, and of course there is naturally a round incense burner on it. Not to mention that the ancients often put an incense burner on them when they read, taste tea and play the piano.

Just talk about her father?

It is always said that scholars ruined the country, but her father was also a bad habit. Not to mention that he tasted tea and played the piano, even when he was wielding ink and dancing swords, her father would have to burn incense first.

In the words of her previous life, piano, chess, books, painting, poetry, wine, flowers, fragrance, and tea are the nine elegant things of literati. He has another elegant thing, perfect.

What kind of elegant thing is there?
Chapter completed!