"Fifteen thousand per gram is far from enough to justify the value of this piece of ink." Li Jinxiang wrapped the ink stick in his handkerchief again, weighed it a few times, and nodded with increasing delight. "The weights of ink sticks are all fixed, divided into one ounce, two ounces, four ounces, eight ounces, and one pound of ink."
"Come here, girl." Li Jinxiang put the ink on the scale and waved to Song Tingwan, "Come and take a look."
Song Tingwan walked around the table and came to the scale. Seeing the number on the electronic display, she was shocked. "492 grams? One pound?"
"That's right." Li Jinxiang put the ink stick back in its place. "From a modern perspective, this is one jin of ink. This kind of ink is difficult to grind and requires a higher quality inkstone, so it's mostly used for collection. A few masters will also break it into pieces and grind it into ink."
Song Tingwan was puzzled. "Grandpa Li, if it's not very useful, why is it still sold at such a high price?"
"Because of my hobby. I have a friend who loves calligraphy. His house is filled with all kinds of precious study treasures. He will definitely like your square ink."
I have a friend again...
Song Tingwan couldn't help but wonder what his identity was. Everyone he knew seemed to be very powerful. Even his magnifying glass, glasses, and scales were inlaid with gold!
"Grandpa Li, why don't you ask him if he wants to buy it?"
"Hahahaha, you little girl." Li Jinxiang laughed, "It just so happens that he's coming to my shop this afternoon to look at something, so I'll ask for you while I'm there."
"Grandpa Li, I have another question. How much is this ink worth per gram?" Song Tingwan was still very curious and had been kept in suspense for quite some time.
Hearing this, Li Jinxiang looked at her mysteriously and made the number three with his fingers.
Song Tingwan opened her eyes wide, looking incredulous. "Is it so exaggerated?"
Li Jinxiang closed his eyes and nodded, his face full of expression: It’s so exaggerated, it’s so expensive!
Song Tingwan suppressed his inner excitement and forced a smile, "Grandpa Li, then please help me find something else. There are many more here!"
Li Jinxiang looked at the items on the table for a while and said, "Girl, these things can definitely be auctioned! The price will be higher than what I get here."
"I won't take these anymore. I have other things prepared for the auction." Song Tingwan took out the not-so-good-looking porcelain vase from his backpack again, "And this, Grandpa Li."
Li Jinxiang didn't care much at first, until he took the porcelain bottle that was as high as his forearm from Song Tingwan's hand, he found that the porcelain bottle seemed unusual. He frowned and examined it for a long time.
Seeing this, Song Tingwan didn't dare to say anything, watching Li Jinxiang fiddling with the porcelain bottle, and even took out his gold-inlaid flashlight to shine into the bottle.
After a long time, Song Tingwan was about to doze off, but was immediately awakened by Li Jinxiang's exclamation.
"What's wrong, Grandpa Li?"
"Girl! These old items in your house are really extraordinary!" Li Jinxiang exclaimed in admiration. "If I'm not mistaken, this porcelain vase has a history of about two thousand years. It must be celadon!"
"All existing celadon porcelain has long since oxidized, yet your vase is as bright as new, and it's not a fake! How bizarre!"
Song Tingwan was stunned. Shouldn't she have taken the bottle out? Wouldn't it be strange that a two-thousand-year-old bottle hadn't oxidized at all?
"Girl, the old man has a suggestion."
Song Tingwan felt dizzy. Seeing Li Jinxiang staring at her, she hurriedly said, "Okay, go ahead."
Li Jinxiang said confidently, "You can auction this porcelain vase! The price will definitely not be low!"
Song Tingwan asked tentatively, "Grandpa Li, you said this bottle is two thousand years old, but it hasn't oxidized. That doesn't make sense. Is it possible that this is actually a fake that was made to look realistic?"
Li Jinxiang pondered for a moment and said, "As an old man, I've never made a mistake. Besides, if it's been passed down through the generations and well-preserved, it's possible that the colors are so vibrant."
On the way back, Song Tingwan was in high spirits.
I took a bulging mountaineering bag with me, and when I came back, only a porcelain bottle was left.
All those gold and silver ingots, jewelry and ornaments were sold for a total of 15.8 million!
Fifteen million eight hundred thousand!
There is still an ink stick left with Li Jinxiang, to see if his friend will buy it.
Thirty thousand per gram!
If this is sold, it will be 14.76 million!
huge sum of money!
Thinking of this, Song Tingwan began to think divergently.
In ancient times, people used brushes, rice paper and ink sticks. Most of the literati and scholars had these. For them, these were commonplace things.
But in modern times, it can be sold at a sky-high price!
Song Tingwan had a flash of inspiration.
Xiao Yunze is a prince and has money, so it is very easy for him to buy more four treasures of the study.
Maybe... could they also cooperate and open a store in modern times that specializes in these kinds of items?
However, this idea has not yet taken shape and can only be thought about for now. The most important thing at the moment is to solve the drought problem facing the people of Fengxian County.
After a busy day, Master Song even packed a portion of candied potatoes and sweet and sour pork ribs for the hardworking porter. She had made an appointment with Xiao Yunze yesterday; when he came to the store today, she would tell him about drought relief.
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Fengxian County Government Office.
Xiao Yunze washed and changed his clothes as usual, and prepared to go out to see if the well-drilling team had found any water.
As soon as I opened the door, I saw Qinglong guarding the door.
"Master." Qinglong bowed.
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