Among the four treasures of the study, paper is the least valued, but it is the most important, because without paper, no matter how good your calligraphy is and how advanced your skills are, your works will not be handed down from generation to generation.
These days, as long as it has something to do with culture, everything is fake, and rice paper is no exception. Many unscrupulous businessmen use some calligraphy and painting paper to pass it off as rice paper to make profits.
Calligraphy and painting paper is just a kind of ordinary paper with moistening properties and has a very short service life. However, the well-preserved calligraphy and painting art treasures, ancient books, documents, and seals of the past dynasties can last for thousands of years without deterioration. This is the reason why rice paper has a "thousand-year life"
Characteristics, the best proof, are worlds apart between the two.
For good rice paper, we still use the bamboo curtain filtering method to remove the paper, bake it with a fire wall, and manually uncover the drying and drying paper. During the inspection, we visually and hand-inspected each piece one by one. Its production process and price
, are not comparable to mass-produced calligraphy and painting paper.
Although the ancients were picky about the use of rice paper, they did not understand the production process of rice paper. However, several modern calligraphy and painting masters have passed down such a beautiful talk.
During their lifetime, Liu Haisu, Yin Shoushi, Wu Zuoren, Li Keran and other masters of calligraphy and painting made a special trip to rice paper manufacturers to visit and learn about the manufacturing process, regardless of their old age, frailty and long distances.
Liu Haisu once said with emotion: We have used rice paper all our lives, but we don’t understand how rice paper is made. Therefore, we must come and see it in our lifetime. Firstly, it fulfills our wish, and secondly, we express our gratitude to the master rice paper workers.
Gratitude, rice paper workers are our food and clothing parents. If there is no good rice paper, there will be no good calligraphy and painting works.
You all expressed your gratitude to the rice paper by writing inscriptions and painting, which became a legend in the circle of calligraphy and painting. From then on, people paid more and more attention to the use of rice paper.
Boss Zhao selected five pieces of fine rice paper from Shaoxing, Zhejiang for Zhuang Rui. This kind of paper has a white appearance. According to Boss Zhao, it can be cut at will, has strong ink wetting properties, and will not deform when exposed to moisture.
Zhuang Rui touched it and felt that it was soft and tough, and it was difficult to tear it apart even with little force, so he nodded and agreed to the price of the six-foot rice paper, which was as high as one thousand yuan.
According to Zhuang Rui's standards, I'm afraid this word will be pronounced backwards.
"Boss Zhao, let me choose a piece of this ink myself..."
Just as Boss Zhao was selecting ink blocks for Zhuang Rui, Zhuang Rui suddenly said, because he found that there was a piece of ink on the shelf where the ink was placed, and it actually contained spiritual energy. Obviously, this ink was also a bit old, Zhuang Rui
He walked over and took the oval-shaped ink block in his hand.
When Boss Zhao saw the ink chosen by Zhuang Rui, he had a slightly surprised look on his face and said, "Brother, you are not an outsider. This piece of pine smoke ink is from a certain age. I got it from the old brother clan a few years ago."
Collected inside..."
"The shopkeeper's clansman?"
Zhuang Rui thought about it for a moment and couldn't help but laugh. This scholar was just beating around the bush. Why don't you just say that you bought it from the banner man?
"Yes, brother, the person who sold me Songyanmo was your master back then..."
"Bah, I am my own master now." The shopkeeper smiled and spat at Boss Zhao.
The two seemed to have a good relationship. Boss Zhao said with a smile: "Don't spit on me, that is the descendant of Prince Gong. This piece of pine smoke ink is also retained in the inventory of Prince Gong's palace. This is made from the right pine from Zhongnan Mountain."
The smoke material is made by burning, and there is not much ink left for this method now."
Zhuang Rui nodded, casually handed the piece of pine smoke ink to Boss Zhao, and said: "Okay, I need this piece of ink. Boss Zhao, please calculate how much it costs in total. I want these items."
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"You want that ancient Yishui inkstone too?"
Boss Zhao asked. When he introduced the inkstone earlier, Zhuang Rui's attitude was non-committal. He didn't expect that this young man with an unspectacular appearance was actually a rich man.
"Yes, please do the math."
"The inkstone is 120,000 yuan, the fine water-textured rice paper with five swords is 5,000 yuan, the ivory wolf brush is 12,000 yuan, and the Zhongnan pine smoke ink is 9,000 yuan. Little brother, the total is 146,000 yuan. I will erase it for you."
A fraction, 145,000, what do you think?"
Boss Zhao took a computer and calculated the price while reporting it. After calculating, he looked up at Zhuang Rui.
"Okay, let's pay the price according to Boss Zhao. Can you swipe your card?"
Zhuang Rui had no objection to the price. He didn't buy these things with the intention of picking up missing items. Although there are many items covered in pearls and dust, for those who open the shop, they have already fully absorbed the items in their hands.
, the chance of finding something missing in an antique shop is very small.
On the other hand, the shopkeeper felt a little disappointed after hearing Zhuang Rui's straightforward reply. He introduced Zhuang Rui to this Shuya Zhai, partly to bring business to his old friend, but also because the price of the Four Treasures of the Study sold here was slightly lower.
It was more expensive than the ones sold in other stores. The shopkeeper also thought about selling the Longshan black pottery when Zhuang Rui couldn't afford it, but this plan obviously failed again.
After buying this set of Four Treasures of the Study, it was already past five o'clock in the afternoon, and Zhuang Rui had no intention to continue shopping. Since Miao Feifei had to go to work tomorrow, Zhuang Rui sent her home and gave Mr. Gu a call himself.
I called him and drove straight to the courtyard where the old man lived.
Parking the car outside the alley, Zhuang Rui carried the set of stationery and walked towards the old man's house. The old man just said on the phone that he should come to his house for dinner.
"You kid, didn't I tell you last time, don't buy anything, old man, I don't need anything."
Zhuang Rui came into the yard and found that the originally quiet place had become lively. Several children were chasing each other and playing. Gu was sitting under the tree, playing Go with a man in his thirties. When he saw Zhuang
Rui was carrying something in his hand, and his expression was a little unsettled.
Zhuang Rui smiled and put the box next to the chessboard and said, "Uncle, please take a look at what you are talking about. Who is this elder brother?"
"Hello, my name is Gu Yun. You are the Zhuang Rui that my dad often talks about, right?"
The man stood up, shook hands with Zhuang Rui, and took the opportunity to disrupt the chessboard.
"You brat, you're going to lose and you do this again..." Gu Gu smiled and scolded his son, then opened the things Zhuang Rui bought.
"Huh? Xiaozhuang, you have good taste. How can you buy such a good item?"
The old man was attracted by the ancient Yishui inkstone at a glance. He didn't care about what he just said and started playing with it in his hand. The shape of this inkstone is simple and has a hint of childishness. It can be said to be the best among Yishui inkstones.
Gu Yun also reached out and took out the wolf-hair pen, pinched the piece of pine smoke ink with his hand, and said to Zhuang Rui with a smile: "Brother Zhuang, you are really good at giving things. My dad loves it."
This one, but the four treasures of the study, the price is not low, right?"
Before Zhuang Rui could reply, the old man said: "Well, this set is worth hundreds of thousands, but Xiaozhuang is a wealthy man, so I will accept it, old man. Well, Xiaozhuang, you sit down first, and you have to put this thing away."
, otherwise it would be a pity to be broken by these little things..."
While talking, Gu Gu put the Yi Shui Inkstone in his hand back into the box, and then hurriedly walked into the house with the box in hand. Zhuang Rui laughed dumbly when he saw it. This suited him well, and the effect was indeed good.
"Brother Gu, do you know anything about this stuff?"
Zhuang Rui sat down and chatted casually with Gu Yun. It was not surprising that the old man could tell that this thing was valuable, but Gu Yun could also tell at a glance that he must be a player as well.
"I was just playing around. With this little information, I learned from my old man..."
"What have you learned from me? You brat, you don't want to be a good university lecturer, but you insist on being a foreman, you're a useless thing!"
Before Gu Yun finished speaking, he was interrupted by the old man who came out of the house, with a look on his face that he hated iron.
"Dad, haven't you heard that this professor has gone to sell tea eggs? Naturally, we little lecturers must follow the trend of the times and go to the sea to splash..."
Gu Yun was not angry either. He and his father were talkative. People in Beijing had this habit. Putting aside everything else, his skill in talking was definitely top-notch. When Zhuang Rui came here for the first time, he was almost beaten by that taxi.
The driver was fooled and fainted.
"Brother Gu, what are you doing now?"
Zhuang Rui saw that the old man wanted to say a few more words, so he quickly interrupted his words. He was also a little curious. In the past few years, he often heard that university teachers went into business, but he didn't expect that one of them was sitting in front of him.
Gu Yun glanced at his father's face. He didn't seem to be really angry and said with a smile: "Haha, let's do some small business. My former mentor was an expert on ancient buildings in China. He often had some ancient buildings on hand that needed to be repaired. Domestic
There was no such professional construction team, so I set up a company to undertake the renovation of ancient buildings..."
"What?! Brother Gu, is this what you do?"
When Zhuang Rui heard this, he thought it was a coincidence. He was looking for such a company, and he couldn't find it anywhere. It took no effort at all.
"What's wrong? We have to rely on our ability to earn a living without any shame!" Gu Yun thought that Zhuang Rui, like his father, looked down on his work, and his face couldn't help but become a little ugly.
Zhuang Rui waved his hands repeatedly and said: "No, no, Brother Gu, please don't get me wrong. I didn't mean that. I meant it was a coincidence. I just bought a courtyard house a few days ago. It's just a bit shabby. There are many places.
They all need to be renovated, and I’m worried that I can’t find a suitable company...”
"Oh? People live in this courtyard all year round. It's troublesome to repair some places. Let's take a look first before talking about it." After hearing Zhuang Rui's words, Gu Yun's face softened.
"Sure, I wonder if Brother Gu is free tomorrow?"
Zhuang Rui wants to settle this matter as soon as possible, otherwise the house he bought for 60 to 70 million yuan will be left there as a decoration, right?
