A doctor who travels through two eras

After dinner, Lin Kucan and his son Lin Sanqi rode their bicycles to Wangzhima Hutong with two large bags tied to the back seat.

Wangzhima Hutong is not far to the east of the Chinese Medicine Hospital and can be reached in ten minutes by bike. Lin Kucan asked passers-by and then found a dilapidated hut.

Lin Kucan knocked on the door, and Lin Sanqi followed behind with two cloth bags on his back.

When the door opened, a thin old man appeared, about 70 years old. Lin Sanqi could see clearly that the moment the door opened, the old man's face looked very alert.

But soon, the old man narrowed his eyes and looked humble:

"Isn't this Doctor Lin? Why are you here? Oh, Dean Lin, you are here too."

Lin Kucan said with a smile: "Old Tang, excuse me for disturbing you. My youngest son has some personal matters and wants your help. I hope I won't disturb your rest."

"No, please don't bother me. I'm here to welcome you. Please come in."

Tang An dodged and bent over as if to invite him in. Lin Kucan smiled and nodded and walked in. Lin Sanqi quickly followed.

After entering the house, under the dim light, Lin Sanqi discovered that the Tang family's house consisted of two rooms. The house was clean and tidy, and there didn't seem to be any valuables. The only special thing was that there were many wooden boxes stacked in the house.

Old Man Tang turned around and took out two tea bowls from the box. After cleaning them, he poured boiled water into them and served them:

"Doctor Lin, Dean Lin, I don't have any tea to serve at home. I only have a bowl of boiled water. Please don't be offended, haha."

Lin Sanqi took the yellow-brown tea bowl and found it interesting.

Because if it is modern tea set, it is often enamel cups with lids, and that style is used in every meeting.

If it is antique tea sets, Lin Sanqi has quite a few of them, generally blue and white porcelain, or directly solid color porcelain, but the tea bowl in his hand clearly has poems and seals on it, which is very rare.

Looking more closely, Lin Sanqi saw the seal that read: "Written by the Emperor in the Little Spring of the Bingyin Year of the Qianlong Period"

"Hey, Lao Tang, your tea bowl is very particular. Don't tell me it's just an ordinary item bought from the supply and marketing cooperative."

Old Man Tang was stunned. "Oh, Dean Lin still likes this kind of old stuff?"

Lin Sanqi joked, "I like it, I like it very much. This is a treasure of our country for thousands of years, even in the new society. If it were in the old society, it would be worth a lot."

Lin Kucan reminded him, "It's vulgar to talk about money."

Old Lin was afraid that this old man Tang was a hypocrite. What if he was deliberately showing off? And if you say it's valuable or not, it's not pleasing. Old Beijingers have a bad temper. They don't like you and won't discuss anything with you.

Who knew that Old Man Tang would just laugh:
"It's better to talk about money. Doctor Lin and my junior brother Tan are from the same hometown and know my past. We sold these antiques back then for money. My junior brother was the same. In order to go to Hong Kong, he sold a lot of antiques.

We don’t have the noble character of Zhang Boju, who was a true gentleman who didn’t like to talk about money. He was willing to spend thousands of gold for his beloved antiques, and he donated them after liberation without blinking an eye. I am just an ordinary person, and it is normal for ordinary people to talk about money.”

Lin Sanqi was a time traveler and didn't have much class consciousness, so he didn't have any likes or dislikes towards Old Man Tang, so he smiled and said:
"I have heard of Mr. Zhang Boju. Some people joked that half of the antiques in the Forbidden City were donated by him. He must have real treasures in his hands. It's really enviable."

Lin Sanqi also knew that when Mr. Zhang fell ill in his later years and had to be hospitalized, he was not even given a ward because of his low rank. In the end, he was assigned to an eight-person room, which he suffered a lot.

To be selfish, if Mr. Zhang still has some antiques and bric-a-brac on hand, why not just take one out and sell it? Is it so serious that he can't even stay in a better ward?

So deep down, Lin Sanqi, like Tang An, is not a selfless person and is destined not to become a humble gentleman.

Old Man Tang felt the same way, thinking that he and Lin Sanqi were of the same kind, so he did not hide it:
"President Lin, the teacup in your hand is of great significance. It was specially made by Emperor Qianlong's imperial teahouse. Its official name is 'Sanqing Tea Bowl'. You can see that there are 22 lines of a poem with 110 characters on it. It was written by Emperor Qianlong himself.

There is a pricing rule in our antique circle. Anything related to the palace is a treasure. If it is an object used by the emperor or empress personally, it is a treasure. This Sanqing tea bowl was used by Emperor Qianlong and is priceless.

Ahem, it was priceless back then, but in the new society, it is just an ordinary tea bowl. In the hands of an old man like me, it is like a pearl covered in dust. If Doctor Lin and Dean Lin hadn’t come today, I wouldn’t have taken it out so easily. "

Lin Kucan's character is well-known, which is a great honor, at least greater than that of Lin Sanqi, the dean.

Lin Sanqi was a little amazed when holding the tea bowl, thinking that if this bowl was auctioned decades later, it would probably be worth hundreds of millions.

This is really an era where money can be picked up anywhere. No wonder Ma Wei was able to complete the primitive capital accumulation in the 1980s and then soar to the sky. Lin Kucan put down the tea bowl and said with a smile:
"Lao Tang, I came here this time because I have a small favor to ask you to do. Qizi, take out the things."

Lin Sanqi quickly took out two bottles of Moutai from his backpack. Both were "Golden Wheel" Moutai produced in 1957 for export.

But what’s interesting is that one of the bottles is new, just bought from the Maotai Distillery, and was produced only 5 years ago.

The other bottle was purchased from the market at a high price in 2014 and is considered aged Moutai.

Lin Sanqi handed over two bottles of Moutai and said with a smile: "Master Tang, please take a look at these two bottles of wine first."

Old Man Tang took the Moutai, put it on the table, held his eyes, looked left and right, and then his originally calm eyes became confused.

"It's strange. These two bottles of Moutai were produced in the same year and the packaging is exactly the same. They are definitely from the same batch. How come this bottle is so new, while the other one seems to be about 50 years old?"

Lin Sanqi thought, it seems that this old man really has a sharp eye, this is not just a difference of more than 50 years.

"Tsk, this doesn't feel right. This bottle of Moutai doesn't look like it was deliberately aged. It should have been aged naturally year after year. But it certainly can't have aged to this extent in just five years. Someone must have aged it on purpose.

Dean Lin, forgive my poor eyesight, but I really can't tell how this Moutai was made to look old. The method used is extraordinary, it is simply superb, with no flaws, much better than mine.

It's strange. When did such a great man appear in China? With such advanced technology, why would he attack an ordinary bottle of Moutai? I can't figure it out. I really can't figure it out. "

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These days, a bottle of Moutai costs 4 yuan, and an ordinary worker can buy seven or eight bottles with his salary. It is certainly not considered a precious wine.

So Old Man Tang had no doubt that the wine was fake because no one was counterfeiting it.

Lin Sanqi smiled and thought that since it was not artificially aged but had been naturally weathered for more than 50 years, there would naturally be no trace of deliberate aging.

"Master Tang, these two bottles of Moutai are actually just samples. I have a large number of Moutai bottles on hand, and they all look like this..."

(Lin Sanqi points at the bottle of New Moutai)

“But now I want to make all Moutai look like this.”

(Lin Sanqi points at the old bottle of Moutai again)
"Master Tang, let's not beat around the bush. I know you are a very capable person. You were a top figure in the city back then. It is said that there is no antique that you cannot make, especially calligraphy and porcelain.

You see, I want to make this Moutai look old. The paper packaging outside, the pottery and porcelain inside all need to be made old. But don’t worry, I got this Moutai abroad, and I will never cheat people in China.”

Old Man Tang carefully compared the two bottles of Moutai again, then said with a smile:
"President Lin, since you said so, I have nothing to hide. If you didn't come to me, I would have come to you to ask you for something. Don't worry, it's just the old packaging of Moutai. I'll take care of it."

Lin Kucan and Lin Sanqi were both a little surprised, wondering what this old man wanted from them?

But when it comes to helping each other, you help me and I help you, and we owe each other a favor, so we can do our best.

"President Lin, there are different ways to make things look old. What are your specific requirements?"

Lin Sanqi thought for a moment:
"As for specific requirements, there are indeed two. I have millions of bottles of Moutai in my hands, maybe even tens of millions, so the aging method you give me should be able to handle a large number of bottles at one time, rather than aging one bottle at a time, which would be too huge a project.

Another requirement is that I want to age some wines for 50 years, some for 60 years, 70 years, etc., so it would be best if I could have several aging methods so that I can age them in batches and present different years.”

Mr. Tang didn't even think about it. After listening to Lin Sanqi's request, he smiled slightly:
"President Lin, in fact, your request is the most basic requirement in the antique business. Don't worry, I have an exclusive secret recipe. When the time comes, you can find a sealed warehouse and place the Moutai you want to make old.

Then I will give you a kind of medicinal powder. You dissolve it in water, and then use a stove to cook and smoke it 24 hours a day for three days and three nights. By then, whether it is paper packaging or ceramic bottles, they will all become like this. "

(Old Man Tang pointed to the old bottle of Moutai on the table)
"And I can also mix the powder according to the age you want it to be aged. I can mix it according to the age you want. I guarantee that even the people at the Maotai Distillery won't be able to recognize it after it's smoked."

Lin Sanqi was delighted to hear this, thinking that although people say that the antique counterfeiting technology of decades later is advanced, it is actually not as advanced as that of the counterfeiters in the Republic of China.

People are greedy. Lin Sanqi rolled his eyes and came up with a new idea:

"Master Tang, can Moutai be aged? For example, this year's new wine can be made into 20-year-old wine." (End of this chapter)