When he arrived at the hall, the old man pulled out two large cardboard boxes from the corner full of miscellaneous items.

The carton was filled with things. Song Wen glanced at it. Most of them were porcelain, some wood carvings, and there were several large vases and kettles on the ground next to it.

It doesn't matter if you look at that style, you don't have to think about it and know it's not an antique.

Because he also has those things at home, they should be things from the Republic of China or the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China. They are shoddy and made from ordinary people's supplies without any collection value.

Seeing the porcelain in the box, Liu Xiong stopped moving, pulled a chair and sat next to the box, taking out the things in the box one by one to identify them one by one. Song Wen was not interested in this, so he simply sank his mind into his dantian and illuminated the bronze mirror in the house to see if he could find any treasures - unfortunately, he couldn't help but feel a little lazy, and swept the flowerpots built with bricks under the honeysuckle again.

Suddenly, he found something was wrong in the flower pot, so he quickly looked at it carefully with a bronze mirror.

There is a round thing in the flower pot that is randomly built with bricks.

The thing was about the size of a palm, with a diameter of about ten centimeters. It was like a small round pen, but it was made black by the soil. The bronze mirror penetrated the soil and shone it inside the thing that seemed to be washed. Song Wen found that the space inside the thing was lighter than the brush washing, and there were five bats carved in the middle. In the bat head trough, it formed a circle, facing the depression of the thing that seemed to be washed, which was ground like a full moon in the middle, which seemed to be worshiping the moon.

Although he didn't know what it was, his intuition told him that this should be a good thing, so he didn't dare to make a statement, thinking that he would talk about it when he was about to leave later.

After a while, Liu Xiong finished appraisal of the items one by one and gave the old man a suitable price.

The old man didn't understand antiques and thought that the house would be demolished anyway, so it would be useless to keep these rags, so it would be a little bit worth selling. It was sold at a good price.

There were still some things that Liu Xiong didn't want in the cardboard box. Inadvertently, Song Wen saw that there was a lid inside and looked very familiar. After thinking about it carefully, he found that the color and style were very similar to the brush-washing thing he had just seen. For a moment, he couldn't help but be careful.

Seeing that Liu Xiong was done, he also paid for the stone drum outside the door, the stone tables and chairs in the garden, and the old white camellia trees, and then he went to invite someone to come and dig trees and move things.

While the workers were moving things, the old man took out a bag of treasured tea from it and invited them to drink tea.

After drinking for a while, seeing that the workers were moving the things almost the same, Song Wen stood up and watched casually in the patio in front of the hall, then pretended to be careless and picked up the thing from the pot with honeysuckle planted with honeysuckle that seemed to be washed, but was filled with soil and was dirty.

Not only is this thing filled with soil, but the outside is also covered with mud. If you don’t look closely, you will think it is a mini flower pot.

Song Wen picked up the thing, looked at it in an artificial way, and asked the old man who was making tea in the hall, "Uncle, your flower pot looks good, would you sell it to me?"

The old man glanced at the thing in Song Wen's hand, and vaguely remembered that it was the small pot that my grandson used to plant flowers when he came to play, so he waved his hand. "What's the money that thing is worth? I'll give it to you."

"Then...thank you." Song Wen was overjoyed when he heard this, but he did not reveal it, just nodded and thanked.

After a while, the workers invited moved the dug trees, stone tables, chairs, stone drums and other things to the trucks they called outside, and the few people said goodbye and left. When they left, Song Wen had a thought and put the useless lid in the box into Ruyi Fan.

Anyway, it’s useless to keep this thing with the old man, so it’s better to keep it yourself.

Liu Xiong not only collected things from the old man, but after leaving the old man, he went to several other companies. He collected all kinds of miscellaneous things, not valuable items, and the highest price was only 3,000 yuan. However, according to Song Wen's estimate, he should not only sell this price.

The street where the elderly are located is full of old houses. Because the government has demolished, some have moved away, and some have even demolished the houses.

Song Wen moved out with a bronze mirror and took photos in the demolished house to see if he could find any treasures. Recently, did the Americans say that a couple went out to walk their dogs and found more than a thousand gold coins? He also wanted to see if he had that kind of luck.

Not to mention, he was really lucky, and he actually found a box of wine in the yard of a house.

The wine was filled with straw. Perhaps because it was too long, the straw had turned into fertilizer, and the wooden box almost rotted. Some of the wine trademarks in the box were almost rotten, and only a few bottles were intact. You can vaguely see the words "Hengchang Winery Eagle Ball Trademark" on it. Song Wen has never seen this kind of wine, and I don't know where it was produced, but it was buried underground for so long that it was a good thing, so he put it away first and planned to go back and check it online before talking about it.

It was four o'clock in the afternoon when I got home.

It was too late, so Zeng Xinyong did not stay, and the workers who sent stone drums and other things to unload the things and went back.

After dinner, Song Wen took out the thing that seemed to be washed by the old man and soaked it in water. He hollowed out the soil inside, washed it, and wiped it clean. Only after he wiped it off, he found that the thing he saw was not a brush washing, but an inkstone.

There are five bats engraved in the inkstone, with the bat head facing inside, forming a circle, and the empty space in the middle is just for grinding ink.

After using the inkstone for a while, a thin round hole was ground in the middle. The five bats faced inwards, and the grinding hole was as new as if they were worshiping the moon. After looking at the inkstone, Song Wen remembered the lid that he secretly took back from the old man's house, which looked like an inkstone, so he took it out of the Ruyi fan and covered it. It was tightly tucked in. It just so happened that it was the lid of the inkstone.

The lid was dirty, covered with dust and a little greasy, so Song Wen took it to the outside sink to wash it. As he washed it, he suddenly found that there were a few lines of boys engraved on the lid. After a closer look, it turned out to be a poem.

"Where is the trace of the world? The cold smoke and desolate grass are desolate and blue. Come back outside the clouds, and share the deep and shallow cups. The love of the world is like a candle, instantly becoming loneliness. The long roar of pine wind, and the loneliness is the same forever!"

Song Wen read it for a while and felt that the poem was well written, and I don’t know who wrote it. Thinking of it, he quickly wiped the lid of the washing box, ran upstairs to open the computer, and planned to check who wrote the poem. People who wrote such a good poem should not be an unknown person.

"Where is the end of the world... looking for traces?"

While pronunciating, Song Wen used pinyin to type. He only knew pinyin, and those Wubi and other things were always unrequited to him.

After tying the poem in, I immediately got the answer. Seeing the answers displayed on the computer search, Song Wen couldn't help but breathe. It turned out that this poem was written by Huang Daozhou in the Ming Dynasty. Who is Huang Daozhou? It is a bull-nosed figure who can calculate the pi. It is also one of the face figures used by the government to promote Nanzhou today.

Huang Daozhou, whose courtesy name was Youxuan, was also known as Youping or Youyuan, and his courtesy name was Chiruo, Chiping and his pseudonym Shizhai, Han nationality, was from Tongshan, Zhangpu, Fujian Province (now Tongling Town, Dongshan County).

A famous calligrapher, painter, writer, and master of Confucianism in the Ming Dynasty. He was a senior editor of the Hanlin Academy and a young Zhan Shishifu. During the Longwu period of the Southern Ming Dynasty, he served as the Minister of Personnel and Minister of War, and the Grand Secretary of the Wuying Palace (First Auxiliary). After the defeat in the anti-Qing Dynasty, he was captured and sacrificed his country and was posthumously named Zhonglie.

Unexpectedly, his poem was engraved on the inkstone. Could it be that the inkstone belongs to him? If it is true, then he will be rich.

After thinking about it, Song Wen sighed again.

Unfortunately, the things I brought back from the ancient tomb in Xi'an are shameless, otherwise I could sell them for a sky-high price by taking out a painting or calligraphy. You must know that they were things from the Tang Dynasty. But those were obtained from the ancient tombs, and there was a huge storm last year. If they were sold for it and were known to others, it would be over and I had to keep them to appreciate them slowly.

If not, he wouldn't have to raise money to make up the money and take out the gold brought out from the ancient tomb into gold bars before selling it. It would be valuable to sell it directly in spot stock. Unfortunately, so much Tang Dynasty gold is going to make people doubt it. If someone follows the clues and finds himself, he will have to go to the cage to have free meals. (To be continued...)
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