"You can do it! Since ancient times, what you buy is not as good as what you sell. If you don't make money, will you sell it to us?" Han Peacock helped Liuxu hold the things, and at the same time he did not forget to look down on the hawker. <>
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After taking everything, Liu Xu looked at Han Peacock and said, "You're not bad either. If you hadn't met something good, you wouldn't be so happy, right?"
Han Kongque glanced at the hawker and said, "I like these wooden bowls, but the four hundred yuan wooden bowls should be matching, otherwise this young boss would not be so generous."
"Tatou?" Liu Xu glanced at the dark wooden bowls in Han Peacock's hands strangely.
Han Kongque said with a smile: "In other words, these dirty wooden bowls should have been obtained by the boss for free. Now he can sell them to us for four hundred yuan each, and he has made a profit."
Liu Xu glared at Han Kongque and said, "You know this, but you still pay four hundred yuan to buy it. You are still cunning."
The two people were talking and had already left the stall, so the vendor did not hear what the two people said behind them.
Liuxu held the painting in his hand, while Han Peacock looked at a wooden bowl in his arms. Han Peacock knew that these wooden bowls were good things, especially the top one. It must be a wooden bowl from the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau.
It is the treasure in the bowl.
This kind of wooden bowl is made from a parasitic plant called "Zan" in Tibetan. It is regarded as a "wooden treasure" by the Tibetan people, especially the "Zan" that is parasitic on the roots of mugwort branches.
If poison is put into this kind of wooden bowl, it will change, so it is very valuable.
Before liberation, when Tibetans were young, they would choose a wooden bowl just like choosing a lover, and choosing this wooden bowl would accompany the owner throughout his life.
When you are at home, drink tea from a wooden bowl. When you go out, wipe the wooden bowl clean, or lick it clean with your tongue, wrap it in silk cloth, and carry it in your arms. Wherever the person goes, the bowl goes. People are in the bowl.
Inseparable.
After his death, his family filled the wooden bowl he used with butter tea and placed it in front of his body. During the seven days of the funeral, they added more tea every day. On the last day, they spilled the tea in the wooden bowl. They cleaned it up and buried it in the sky.
Master, from now on this bowl will belong to Master Sky Burial.
In the ancient ballads of the Qinghai-Tibet Plateau, there is such a line: "You can't throw it away. You can't take it with you. It would be great if your lover is a wooden bowl, you can carry it in your arms."
Comparing lovers to wooden bowls shows how much people cherish wooden bowls. At that time, in many areas of Tibetan areas, there was a proverb: "A high-quality wooden bowl is equal to 10 yaks." This shows how precious the wooden bowls on the plateau are.
of famous.
However, if the owner is alive, you will never be able to buy such a wooden bowl. If the owner dies, the wooden bowl will fall into the hands of the sky burial master. Such wooden bowls will never appear on the market.
The eight wooden bowls that Han Kongque bought were obviously collected by sky burial masters. Such wooden bowls were all left behind after the owner died, and ordinary people would never get them. Han Kongque didn't know where the young man got them.
Yes, but these wooden bowls are definitely not ordinary things.
There are two types of Tibetan and Tibetan wooden bowls: ordinary type and precious type. The ordinary type is generally made of rhododendron tree roots or mixed roots without decoration, but it is also beautiful and elegant. The ones produced in Shangri-La, Xianni and Xixiang are the most famous.
The expensive type is made from a parasitic plant, especially a tumor that lives on the roots of pole branches (called "Za" in Tibetan). The wood of this kind of wooden bowl is black and translucent, with textures as thin as hair, and it is even more attractive when decorated with silver ornaments.
A treasure in a bowl. If you put poison in this kind of bowl, it will change, so it is very valuable.
There are two kinds of wooden bowls for men and women. The main difference is that the distance between the bottom of the wooden bowl and the mouth of the bowl is smaller, the mouth of the bowl is larger and outward, and it looks stable; while the wooden bowl for women is slender and smooth as jade.
, giving people a delicate and soft feeling.
The eight unsightly-looking wooden bowls in Han Peacock's hands have obviously been used for many years. The reason why these eight wooden bowls have been passed down to this day is because they were made with "We".
The other ten wooden bowls are not ordinary either. They are all made of birch. According to Tibetan tradition, the most commonly used tableware by ordinary people is wooden bowls. Wooden bowls are generally carved from birch or miscellaneous wood. They are strong in texture and not easy to break.
, the pattern is delicate and more beautiful.
The process of making a wooden bowl includes: first, material selection, second, air-drying, third, billet making, fourth, fine grinding, and fifth, coloring.
Tibetan wooden bowls can be divided into large bowls, small bowls, covered bowls, set bowls, wooden bowls, etc. They are widely used for drinking tea, eating tsampa, storing food, spices, condiments, etc., and also have
It is smooth, delicate, beautiful, practical, does not smell bad, does not taste bad, has the aroma of tea, and is easy to carry.
Miscellaneous wooden bowls also have the advantage of preventing poisons. In Tibet, wooden bowls were produced, as well as jade bowls, gold and silver bowls, etc. Shiga, Zeren, and Bu counties are rich in jade raw materials, and jade bowls made there
, beautiful, transparent, with various patterns engraved on the outer wall of the bowl, which is not only popular with people, but also a traditional national handicraft.
As for spoons, chopsticks, bowls and plates made of pure gold and silver, although they can be seen among the people, they are not commonly used daily necessities after all, so they are not widely spread outside the world.
After returning home, Liuxu was busy sorting out the handicrafts he bought, while Han Kongque went to clean the eight dirty wooden bowls.
"No matter how good things belong to a dead person, they cannot be used by Han Huang." Seeing the excited Han Peacock, Liu Xu said directly.
Han Peacock smiled and said: "That's natural. The ones my precious daughter uses must be the best. Such things are just for collection. How could they be put in front of our daughter?"
Liuxu also laughed a few times and stopped talking. After Han Peacock left, Liuxu looked carefully at the ink lotus painting there again.
Placing this ink lotus painting, said to be painted by Xu Wei, flat on the table and observing it carefully, Liu Xu wanted to understand why she fell into such a strange scene when she was in the antique market.
Liu Xu firmly believed that it was not his hallucination out of thin air. He had always been in good health and had quick thinking. If there were no external factors to induce it, he would not be able to explain it. The reason must be this painting.
Putting his eyes on this vivid painting of ink lotus, Liuxu's spirit couldn't help but be in a state of high concentration. In a trance, Liuxu saw the clear pool again, with sparkling waves, clearly visible at the bottom, and several tails.
The golden scales swim happily in the water, and a white lotus stands gracefully on the water, looking graceful and graceful.
Really seeing it again, Liuxu was excited for a while, and her mind became a little unstable. The clear water, swimming fish, and lotus disappeared again, as if everything she just saw was just an illusion like a mirror and a moon in the water.
What is going on? Why does this scene appear in front of me as long as I concentrate on looking at the lotus painting? Could it be that this is a world in the painting?
Shaking her head, Liu Xu felt that her imagination was a bit unrealistic. How could such a thing happen in the world? In this era of prosperous science and technology, everything is based on facts. She has been influenced by modern materialist philosophy since she was a child.
Liu Catkin directly denies this point.
However, this denial was just her subconscious thought. Quickly, she arrived at Han Peacock's Xuanyuan Water Control Flag. Since there can be a small world in the Xuanyuan Water Control Flag, why is there a lotus in this painting?
Definitely not?
Liuxu repeated the experiment several times, and each time as long as he concentrated on the lotus painting, a scene like that would appear in front of his eyes. If his mind was slightly distracted, the scene would immediately disappear before his eyes.
"This is really a magical painting! The eighty yuan spent is really worth it!" Liuxu murmured to himself: "It seems that I really missed it this time!"
Looking at this mysterious painting of ink lotus, Liu Xu couldn't help but have some thoughts. It would be great if there really was such a world in the painting. In this space, he was the only one, without the worries and noises of the world.
.....
While Liu Xu was thinking wildly about the ancient paintings, he suddenly felt that something was wrong...
Originally, it was just a scene that appeared in front of me, but now, I am inexplicably immersed in it. This clear pond, red carp, white lotus...
Oh my God! Is the world crazy, or is he crazy? Liu Xu couldn't help but put his finger in his mouth and took a bite: "Ouch, it hurts."
A huge pain was transmitted from the bitten part of the finger, making Liuxu couldn't help but exclaim. It seemed that this was not his hallucination, the world in this painting was real.
After being shocked and surprised, Liuxu quickly calmed down and looked around this mysterious space. The reason why she didn't believe it just now was because she didn't think she would be so lucky, but now, this luck has become a fact, so Liuxu quickly calmed down.
Come down.
The area of the space is not large, about the size of an acre of land. Of course, this is just Liuxu's own estimate, and the real area has yet to be measured.
With the small pool as the center, there is a fertile black land. The small pool in front of us is about ten feet square. Standing on the edge of the pool and looking down, the bottom of the pool is clear and the water depth is only about one meter.
Except for a white lotus plant and a few swimming fish, there was no other life in the entire space. It seemed lonely and empty. However, the air here was unusually fresh. Liuxu took a deep breath, and his whole mind became open.
When I woke up, it seemed that the air with its rich earthy fragrance contained infinite vitality.
LiuXu, who was in this strange space, was overjoyed and began to think about how to get out. When LiuXu came in, she focused her mental energy on the lotus painting, but how to get out?
He was already in this picture scroll! Liuxu's whole mind was thinking about how to get out, and he didn't notice that as he thought, a wave of ripples appeared in the space that was visible to the naked eye.
After a period of trance, Liuxu suddenly realized that he had left the space in the painting and was standing in front of the lotus painting in his original posture. The painting was lying flat on the writing table without any change. (To be continued.)