Except for the "Qingjiang Layman", there is no other seal.

Jiang Lingyun ignored it anymore and turned to study handwriting and penmanship.

Wild grass evolved from today's grass, appreciating wild grass, the most important thing is not to float on the surface, such as looking at Western paintings, in which metaphor and artistic conception are more important.

Historically, the representative figures of wild grass have their own merits, and the authentic works in their writings are different.

Some pay attention to momentum first, treacherous, and done in one go.

Some people pay attention to wanton heroism, just like withered vines and snakes.

There are also majestic and magnificent, some of them are out of the dust, and some of them are calligraphy with painting skills...

"Strange..."

Jiang Lingyun frowned.

The wild grass in front of me is unlike anything common.

The whole word layout is decent, symmetrical and even, it seems that the pen is exhausted, but one stroke at a time, and it is natural, and there is no trace of polishing.

is also good and evil, with rules in the personality, wide opening and closing and balancing each other, which is really only seen in life.

"Brother Yun, what's going on?"

Li Wende's eyes lit up: "How much can it be worth?"

Jiang Lingyun stretched out three fingers.

"Thirty?"

The three of them looked at each other and smiled.

"Brother Yun, you didn't lie, did you?"

"If you want to be able to sell thirty, let's eat dumplings at noon!"

Jiang Lingyun shook his head.

Two words came out of his mouth.

"Three thousand. ”

Fog grass!

Ermao was taken aback: "You, are you kidding..."

Zhang Huan and Li Dewen also swallowed spittle, such a tattered word, can it be worth three thousand?

Jiang Lingyun put down the calligraphy and painting and looked for another long time.

In the pile of newspapers, there were really three pieces of rice paper, all of which were in the same person's handwriting.

"It's called a four-strip screen. ”

Jiang Lingyun frowned: "It should be something from the end of the Qing Dynasty or the Republic of China." ”

Throughout Chinese history, cursive writing in the Ming Dynasty was the most famous, but this four-strip screen is far from it.

If you don't guess wrong...

This pair of words should have been born after he crossed over.

"Pack it up, frame it in a while, and go to the antique shop to sell it. ”

Liu Ermao nodded stunned, obviously not yet reacting.

Jiang Lingyun couldn't cry or laugh: "Hurry up and put it away, this is money!"

"Okay, okay!"

Liu Ermao finally came back to his senses, and while agreeing, he couldn't close his mouth happily.

"Okay, Ermao, this can be regarded as a blessing in disguise. ”

Li Dewen got off the bunk and patted Ermao on the shoulder.

"Would you like to have a few rubs at night?"

Liu Ermao bared his big teeth: "That's a must!"

But as soon as he finished speaking, the dormitory door was suddenly kicked open!

"Grass!"

Wang scolded and entered the dormitory.

"I heard your nonsense in the staircase, and I didn't think I was cold. ”

"These pieces of broken rice paper are all moldy, and you still want to sell them for money?"

Wang Meng is tall, standing in front of Liu Ermao and Li Dewen, like a mountain.

All three of them stopped talking.

"Jiang Lingyun didn't graduate from junior high school, can he read calligraphy and painting?"

Wang Meng glanced at Liu Ermao.

turned to Jiang Lingyun, and smiled without smiling: "Is it?"

Jiang Lingyun looked at him coldly.

Thinking back to the previous host, every time he was provoked by Wang Meng, he didn't even dare to let out a fart, and now he still rides on his head to?

The more Jiang Lingyun thought about it, the more angry he became, and it was a slap in the face when he got up!

Syllable!

There was silence in the dormitory.

Wang Meng was also beaten stupid!

Soon, he covered his face and roared: "I'll you..."

Jiang Lingyun sneered in his heart, if he didn't subdue him today, he would have to change his surname!

"Wang Meng, what are you doing?"

At this moment, the head teacher Cao Hong also rushed in.

Wang Meng gritted his teeth secretly, and didn't dare to say anything: "It's okay, it's fun." ”

"It's okay to go back to your bunk!" Cao Hong shouted.

Wang Meng glared at Jiang Lingyun fiercely.

In the end, I was honest and sat down in my own bed.

Only then did Cao Hong turn around.

"Jiang Lingyun, you..."

originally wanted to train Jiang Lingyun, but thought that he was not a student of this school, and he couldn't speak.

"Anyway, it's a school. ”

"You're living in the dormitory for nothing, and I haven't been mindful, but you can't mess around, you know?"

Jiang Lingyun nodded.

Cao Hong breathed a sigh of relief: "Liu Ermao, you two come to the office with me." ”

If he really left like this, Wang Meng would definitely bully the two of them, so it was better to take them out first, and when Wang Meng's anger disappeared, it would be fine.

"Teacher Cao, I have received my kindness. ”

Jiang Lingyun grabbed Liu Ermao, and then picked up the four screens.

"Let's go out. ”

"Rest assured, we won't cause trouble. ”

After speaking, he took Liu Ermao, bypassed Cao Hong, and walked towards the staircase.

Looking at Jiang Lingyun's back, Cao Hong sighed.

"Ling Yun, are you sure these pieces of paper can be sold for money?"

Following Jiang Lingyun out of school, Liu Ermao still didn't believe it.

Jiang Lingyun didn't speak.

Although the four screens are antiquities, fortunately they have been wrapped in newspapers, so they have not been damp at all. As for the folds, they are not serious, just compact and flatten.

The most important thing now is framing, but it doesn't take much effort, the two found a frame shop, Liu Ermao spent fifty yuan, and it was done in five minutes.

"Let's go, antique shop. ”

Jiang Lingyun held the framed four screens, pulled Liu Ermao again, and went straight to the nearest "Bogu" antique trading market.

It's just across the back wall of the school from Nanhuai Square.

It is said to be a trading market, but in fact there is only a hall on the second floor, there are not many objects, and there are usually no people.

As soon as the two of them came in, they only saw that the hall was empty, and in the only glass case, there were a few snuff bottles and sandalwood bracelets, Jiang Lingyun didn't need to look at them to know that they were all fakes.

His heart was also half cold.

In this kind of place, I'm afraid that He's Bi won't be able to do it.

"Yo, selling words?"

Hearing the movement, the boss quickly got up from the rocking chair and looked at the two of them with interest.

Liu Ermao was directly instigated, and asked Jiang Lingyun in a low voice: "Yes, why don't we go..."

"Don't go. ”

The boss was happy again: "Come, show my brother." ”

The big students don't understand anything, and it's okay to be idle anyway, so it's better to tease them.

Thinking so, the boss's gaze also moved to the four screens.

"It's not badly written, it's wild grass, isn't it?"

"Well, like Master Gao's handwriting, you wrote it?"

"But the wild grass, you have to be crazy, this word is too regular..."

After blowing a few words, the boss also took the opportunity to see the seal of the payment.

"Qingjiang Layman?"

He laughed.

"How old are you to call such an old number?"

But as soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt that this alias was a little familiar.

It seems to have been seen somewhere.

Qingjiang Jushi...

The boss's eyes widened slightly!

I rubbed my eyes vigorously again, and looked at the payment five or six times, and my head was already sweating like pulp.

"You know?"

Jiang Lingyun's expression condensed slightly.

The boss's heart is pounding!

Of course, he knew whose real work it was, but it was rumored that the gentleman's work had long been lost, how could it...

"How much do you sell?" asked the boss cautiously.

As soon as Liu Ermao heard that there was a play, he hurriedly replied: "Three thousand!"

"How old are you to ask for thousands?"

The boss was stunned.

"Is this your family, or is it your own?"

"I said in advance, I received this painting, and if your family wants to ask, I don't care. ”

Liu Ermao was overjoyed!

There are really people who want these pieces of rotten paper, and the frame shop is also amazing...