Fame starts with the radio

Chapter 647 Exchange
The Ming-style four-pointed official hat chair, the two ends of the "brain" of this chair have heads, and the front end of the armrest also has heads, which happens to be "four-pointed", just like an official hat, so it is also called an official hat chair.

As for the shape of the "nao", the middle slopes to the two sides, drooping in a figure-splayed shape, and then the head is picked out, just like an official hat.It is a unique shape of the Ming Dynasty.It also has a feature that the back is made of a whole board with a curvature, which is very comfortable for people.

"You said that the wood was all imported from abroad, but where did the carving process come from? Besides, the year looks strange."

Before the fat man could figure out how to make up nonsense, Uncle Long became excited again.

When the waiter brought the teapot, he clutched his heart and screamed again.

"My Cao, Erquan Minghu?"

"Isn't this just a teapot? There's something special about that, too?"

Mr. Xu scratched his head and asked.

Uncle Long gave him a contemptuous look and cursed.

"Did you know that the tree gall pot, the Erquan Ming pot, the Bingxin Taoist pot, and the overturned bucket pot are the four famous pots in the purple clay pot!"

The teapot in his hand has a special shape, the overall color is khaki, with bamboo patterns engraved around it, and the eight characters of "the sky is bright and the air is clear, the wind is harmonious and smooth" are engraved in incised.

Mr. Xu smiled embarrassingly.

"Hehe, the old man is right, but... the usual teapots are all purple, why is this pot yellowish, could it be a fake?"

What he said made Uncle Long look down on him even more, squinting and scolding.

"You know what, the color of purple sand is not only related to the raw materials, but also related to the kiln fire. The three colors of purple, vermilion, and beige are the true colors of purple sand ware. Different equipment and different temperature changes of the kiln fire will produce different color differences. ——Iron green, sky blue, chestnut color, pig liver, dark liver, copper, begonia red, cinnabar purple, water blue, agarwood, sunflower yellow, cold golden yellow, pear skin, incense gray, blue gray, dark green, tung green, tripod black, Brown-black, pomegranate skin, pitch black, etc., so the purple sand clay has the reputation of "five-color soil" since ancient times."

As he spoke, he raised the pot again and looked at it carefully.

"'The sky is bright and the air is clear, the wind is harmonious and smooth', this poem comes from Wang Xizhi's "Lanting Collection Preface" and is signed by Erquan, so it is also called Erquan Minghu."

"Then how much is this worth?"

The fat man directly asked the question he was most concerned about, and the old man rubbed his chin and shook his head.

"I don't know. At present, there are basically no prices on the market. Most of the Erquan Minghu are also imitations."

Hearing that there was no price, the fat man was a little disappointed. He was just about to do his own thing, but the old man exploded again.

"My Cao, the rabbit hair builds a lamp?!! What the hell is the silver rabbit hair!!!"

"Eh? You are talking about this teacup? It's also very powerful? We have several boxes in our warehouse. I thought it was a cheap product. I dropped a few yesterday..."

"I……"

Uncle Long stared at the fat man, speechless for a moment, he didn't know what to say, he really wanted to stab the little fat man to death with a knife, but he wanted to...

He licked his lips, from angry, shocked, to obscene.

"Hehe, that...little fat man, do you sell this teacup and teapot? Cough, I like to drink tea, but there is a lack of tea sets at home, why don't you sell me this set?"

"Old man, if you don't say that I will really give it to you, but you have praised these things to the sky, do you think I can still sell them?"

"I……"

Uncle Long really wanted to slap himself.

The fat man rolled his eyes, but Uncle Long still didn't want to give up.

"Go and call your boss, and I'll talk to him."

"I'm the boss."

Uncle Long was choked to death again, fortunately, Mr. Xu interjected at the right time.

"Boss Ling is here!!!"

At this moment, Ling Yun just came in from the outside and saw a group of people staring at him. He was just about to ask questions when he saw Uncle Long pour a cup of tea and smell it, and then his hair exploded again.

"Oh my god! This...is this Shanlongjing?"

"I've heard of Longjing, what is this mountain Longjing?"

Mr. Xu rubbed his head and muttered, at this moment Ling Yun nodded with a smile.

"Hehe, the old man seems to know the tea ceremony very well. You can tell it's Shanlongjing just by smelling it?"

Seeing Ling Yun approaching, Uncle Long bowed his hands respectfully to Ling Yun.

"I guess you are the boss of Tongyun Building, right? My humble servant, Long Yue."

"Mr. Long is very polite. My name is Ling Yun. I am the owner of Tongyun Building. Mr. Long has a deep understanding of tea ceremony."

"Hehe, don't put a high hat on me. I don't know much about tea ceremony. I just drink too much. It's embarrassing to say it. I just smelled it. Although I can smell it is Shanlongjing, I can't smell it. Is this the mountain dragon well of the lion, dragon, cloud, or tiger, and I ask Boss Ling to enlighten me."

"Mr. Long, you are being modest. Our store offers all four peaks of Shanlongjing. The one you drink should be Shifeng Longjing."

Mr. Xu and Fatty next to him listened to the mist, but Uncle Long nodded in agreement, then sighed and laughed at himself.

"Hehe, I thought my vision was high enough, but I didn't expect that this restaurant of yours really opened my eyes. The Eight Immortals Table of Longmu Zitan, Erquan Minghu, Shifeng Longjing, Tuhao Jianzhan... tsk tsk tsk, they are all generous. ah."

After speaking, he blushed and asked Ling Yun again.

"Boss, I really like your bunny Jianzhan, can you..."

"Oh, hehe, Mr. Long is also a knowledgeable person, so feel free to take it, but... this rabbit hair is the worst in our store, why don't you choose something better?"

Long Yue grinned, tears almost came down, and said to himself that I also want the Longmu Red Sandalwood Eight Immortals table, but I can't afford it.

"Hehe, people's hearts are not enough, a teacup is enough, how much is it? I..."

"It's vulgar to talk about money."

Ling Yun smiled and waved his hands, Long Yue blushed again when he heard it.

"I'm superficial. If that's the case, then I won't mention the money. Boss, do you have pens, inks, papers and inkstones upstairs?"

"Ling also likes to be arty, so I always have this thing."

Ling Yun smiled and took out his daily calligraphy practice items from the bar, but Long Yue went crazy again when he saw it.

"Is this written by Boss Ling?"

"Hehe, it's just daily blind practice..."

"You are too modest. Your writing is powerful and powerful. To be honest, I was going to give you an adjunct, but after reading yours, I don't dare to make mistakes."

"It's okay, Mr. Long just write it, I'll find someone to frame it right away."

This is the skill of a scholar's speech. Long Yue is a master of calligraphy and painting. He originally wanted to pretend to write adverbs for others, and it was relatively fair to exchange his words for his teacup. I found that my handwriting was not as good as others'.

But Ling Yun didn't mind. Not only did he want his writing, but he also promised to frame it and hang it up.

This is equivalent to giving him twelve shares of face.

He nodded gratefully, then spread out the rice paper, and wrote like wind.

"Huifeng and smooth?"

"Well, the sky is bright and the air is clear, and the wind is pleasant. These words are very suitable. First, I saw Erquan Minghu, second, today's weather, and third, my mood."

After speaking, he bowed his hands to Ling Yun again.

"It's a great fortune for me, Long Mou, to know Boss Ling!"

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(End of this chapter)