Chapter 13 Lightning Strikes Wood

The words "Lei Zhi Mu" came out, and everyone in the store, including Chen Xiang, opened their mouths in shock.

Lightning strikes the wood, lightning strikes the wood, lightning strikes the wood!

Important things must be said three times.

The supreme magic weapon of Taoism has never been able to circumvent the lightning-struck wood.

It is said that as long as the lightning-strike wood appears, all the demons, monsters and monsters will be converted to the Dharma.

If the bullshit in Yanqing Temple saw this piece of lightning-struck wood, they would go crazy.

If it were made into a magic weapon and put up for auction, the price would be absolutely astronomical.

Gao Henian took a closer look at the grain of the lightning-struck wood, and was even more shocked.

"Lu Fei."

"What the hell is this... the first spring thunder that strikes peach trees?"

Lu Fei grinned.

"I didn't expect Mr. Gao to be able to tell that this was the first thunder of spring that struck the peach tree. I admire it."

"That's right, this is the lightning-struck peach tree. It's at least twenty years old."

Zhao Qingfeng's hands froze when he heard this, and the purple clay pot he had kept for more than ten years hit his feet with a clang, which made his feet hurt even more.

Mother!

Can't live, can't live!

How much does it cost to buy a 20-year-old lightning-struck peach tree, which is also the first lightning-struck tree in spring?

Oh my God!

Why didn't I meet such a treasure?

Lu Fei, a little brat, how virtuous and capable he is!

The boy was holding the teapot, and the hot tea kept pouring on his feet without even realizing it.

Mung Bean's eyes were full of greed.

The piece of lightning-struck wood that drove the two old men into madness was the branch that Lu Fei picked up from the peel box.

Those who throw it away think it is rubbish and burden, but they do not know that it is a priceless treasure that cannot be bought with money, so it is said that this is life!

"Hiss——"

Suddenly, Gao Henian, a bald man who was not wealthy, had a glimmer of enlightenment.

Lu Fei released three satellites in a row, the first lady's painting, the Green Qinan bracelet, and this piece of lightning-struck wood, which are enough to prove that this kid has a certain level of identification.

besides.

Lu Fei put the two million paintings in his bag casually, and the priceless lightning strike wood casually threw it on the counter.

But the enamel plum vase that he identified as a fake just now was packed carefully and put into the bag.

Could it be that plum bottle?

Thinking of this Gao Henian, his brain was deprived of oxygen and he felt a little dizzy.

"Lu Fei, is that plum vase from that northeastern girl just now a good thing?" Gao Henian asked cautiously.

Lu Fei took the cigarette from Li Yunhe, who had already blindly admired him, took a deep breath, looked sideways at Gao Henian and snorted coldly.

"snort!"

"Didn't you identify it as a fake?"

This sentence was so heartbreaking that Gao Henian's face turned red with shame.

"Boy, can you speak well?"

"The style of the plum vase is fine in workmanship. It is a typical style of the enamel plum vase from the Qianlong period."

"But the enamel filling is obviously wrong, and the "Tianyi" base does not have this year number at all!"

Lu Fei sneered.

"Who told you that the bottom line must be the year number?"

"It can't be a serial number?"

Gao Henian looked confused.

"Serial number?"

"Never heard of it?"

"Have you never seen a serial number on the bottom of the payment?"

"hehe!"

"That's because you are ignorant. Just because you haven't heard of it doesn't mean you don't have it."

"Every time a new work is designed in the official kiln, several or dozens of samples must be fired in advance. Only after they have been approved by the Ministry of Internal Affairs and the emperor can the authentic product be fired."

"The year number cannot appear on the sample, only the serial number."

"The bottom of that plum vase is written "Tianyi", which means the number one in Tianzi. Do you understand?"

Gao He

Nian Wenting felt regretful and patted his bald head hard. Lu Fei said that he understood.

But I didn’t think about the samples at all.

According to the regulations of the Manufacturing Office, samples are prohibited from flowing out and must be destroyed, making them difficult to see on the market.

On the contrary, it is more precious just because it is not seen on the market, just like misprinted banknotes.

Isn't there a saying that the rarest thing is the most valuable?

After understanding that this is a sample, the problem of enamel filling is easily solved.

During the Qianlong period, turquoise green was very rare and almost extinct. Of course, the rare turquoise green would not be used in making samples.

Suddenly, Gao Henian felt a stabbing pain in his heart.

My Tathagata Buddha Avalokitesvara!

It's a treasure, it's a big treasure.

Thinking that such a rare and valuable treasure had been missed right under his nose, Gao Henian wished he could kill him with a piece of tofu.

"Xiao Fei, can you tell me the origin of this plum vase?"

"hehe!"

"I think it's better to forget it. If you can't stand the blow and become bloated, I'll still have to bear the responsibility."

Gao Henian sat on the sofa with his heart in his hands and said seriously.

"Don't worry, I can still hold on. Even if I die, you have to let me know how to die!"

When Chen Xiang saw Gao Henian's expression, she knew that Lu Fei had picked up something big again. Her stunningly beautiful peach blossom eyes could not help but sparkle with a few little stars of admiration.

Lu Fei put out his cigarette butt, sat up straight and said seriously.

"I just learned a few things from that Northeastern eldest sister."

"This plum vase is one of the properties that this eldest sister got from her husband after she divorced."

"Her husband's surname is Tang. He is from Fengtian. His ancestors belonged to the Zhengbai Banner of the Han Army."

To Chen Xiang and Li Yunhe, these few sentences were almost like heavenly scriptures, but Gao Henian and Zhao Qingfeng understood them immediately.

"Descendants of Tang Ying?"

Lu Fei nodded.

"That's right."

"The "Secret Records of the Qing Palace Construction Office" has a record of this plum vase."

"In the seventeenth year of Qianlong's reign, Empress Xiaoshengxian's Niu Colu celebrated her 60th birthday. Emperor Qianlong ordered the whole world to celebrate."

"The Special Manufacturing Office made the enamel plum vase for celebrating birthdays and hundreds of birds facing the phoenix. This plum vase is a sample supervised by Tang Ying."

"Empress Xiaoshengxian is very satisfied with this plum vase sample and highly praises Tang Ying. She hereby rewards this sample to Tang Ying."

"This is also the best compliment for Tang Ying's dedication to the three dynasties of Kangxi, Yongzong and Qianlong."

"This secret is clearly recorded in "Tang Ying's Records"."

"That is, after Empress Xiaoshengxian's sixtieth birthday, Tang Ying returned to her hometown and passed away three years later."

"So this plum vase is a reflection of Tang Ying's legendary life. It is a well-deserved peerless treasure. It is the only one in this family that has no semicolon."

"Hey, Gao, why are you asleep?"

Everyone listened to Lu Fei's words and was fascinated. Then when they looked at Gao He Nian, their faces were livid and their eyes were closed tightly. They were not asleep. This is the rhythm of returning to their places.

In fact, when Lu Fei told Queen Xiao Shengxian's sixtieth birthday, Gao Henian regretted that he was still angry and couldn't help but fainted.

Zhao Qingfeng and Li Yunhe rushed up to pinch Renzhong, and patted Renzhong on the back. After struggling for a while, Gao Henian finally recovered.

After Gao Henian recovered, he covered his face with his hands and cried loudly, hating himself to death.

Chen Xiang whispered in Lu Fei's ear and asked.

"Who is Tang Ying? Isn't she awesome?"

"Well, it's very impressive. He was the great master of the Imperial Manufacturing Office during the three dynasties of Kangxi, Yongzong and Qianlong. All the objects that Tang Ying was responsible for supervising are all high-quality products."

Chen Xiang continued to ask.

"Is this plum vase valuable?"

"Well, it's quite valuable, as good as your Zigang card."

Chen Xiang got closer to Lu Fei again, almost lying on Lu Fei's body.

Lu Fei couldn't help but feel a little confused as his nostrils were filled with the sweet scent of sweet-scented osmanthus.