From Andingmen to the south and the Forbidden City to the north, this large area retains many old alleys, and the Black Sesame Hutong is one of them.

It was the morning, just after the meal, the people who went to work, the birds who walked the birds, and an alley was empty and quiet. There are flowers planted in front of each door, vines climbing on the houses, blue bricks and gray tiles, simple and natural, if it were not for the occasional bicycles and telephone poles, there is really a sense of time and space chaos.

Mr. Xu Chu Fei rode in a three-wheeled car from the outside world, wearing a dusty long-sleeved shirt, stepping on a pair of black cloth shoes, holding a second-hand loudspeaker used when selling clothes, and shouting from time to time:

"Collect old furniture, old porcelain, jade seals, bamboo and wood cultural plays, and the four treasures of the study!"

With this voice, he practiced secretly for two hours before he barely shouted like a mallet.

Outsiders may look at it quite coldly, but he enjoys it, how much fun it is! The old alleys of the 80s, even the air is blue-gray, pedaling three wheels to collect antiques, there is no pressure, leisurely, how many people can enjoy this feeling?

"Collect old furniture, old porcelain, jade seals, bamboo, wood and bronze, and the four treasures of the study!"

Xu Fei rode slowly, the wheels slowly rolled, and several hostesses came out to take a look, and then shrank back. When they walked to a high-gate compound, an aunt shouted, "Hey, collect the rags! Do you want a snuff bottle?"

"Yes, but we have to see the goods first!"

He rode crookedly, and when he saw this face, there were seven steps, a vermilion gate, with birds, and lions holding drums on both sides.

But as soon as I entered, it had already become a miscellaneous courtyard, with at least seven or eight households.

The aunt led him into the house and took out three snuff bottles, and Xu Fei looked at them one by one.

The first one is a whole piece of topaz carved bergamot, bright yellow and bright, clear texture, as if the juice is rich, and the flesh is thick. The lower part is also carved with leaves, and a small Buddha's hand is attached, which is more realistic.

The other is a white jade melon-shaped, delicate and white, and in good condition.

As for the third one, oops, Xu Fei is very energetic.

He didn't know the terminology, so he saw that it was blue, and then in the middle of the snuffbox there was a picture of two white bodies doing Dunlun things. The woman is coquettish, lying on her side, with a white leg raised high, and a man with braids sticking to the back......

Damn, I haven't even tried this position!

"I said Auntie, this thing is an obscene (anti-harmony) filthy material, why do you still keep this?"

"Who's to say it's not! My old man loves to collect snuff, and when he was engaged in sports, he was copied a lot, and I thought it was gone, but it turned out two days ago......

The aunt was heartbroken and frightened, "That old immortal, dare to keep this thing? feudal dross, I have to catch it last year!"

"That's not it, now they're all enlightened, not to mention that this is an old object, and you didn't paint it yourself. In this way, you can quote a price for three things, and I will ask for them!"

"Yo, I don't understand this, you can watch it. "The aunt was in a hurry to get rid of it, and it was estimated that she was still selling it behind the old man's back.

Nowadays, people have no sense of antiques, they are sold as scrap, and the larger the volume, the more valuable they feel. A pair of Taishi chairs is fifty, a pair of round stools are twenty, and a pen holder is three......

He totaled for a long time and said, "One dollar a piece, what do you think?"

"A dollar, how many years have you been hiding, this ......"

"Then two pieces, I also see that you fit your eyes, and you can't be taller. ”

"Okay, two pieces are two pieces. ”

The aunt felt that she had earned six yuan for nothing, and she threw out a feudal dross, and her face was full of joy.

Xu Fei was also happy, came out with three snuff bottles, no longer walked forward, and pedaled three rounds to wipe back.

Why?

The heart is satisfied, but it is too much.

Of course, he didn't go home, but went to Banchang Hutong, which is also in Dongcheng, not far from Black Sesame Hutong, and the most famous building is the Monk Lingqin Palace.

The palace is composed of three courtyards in the east, middle and west, and he is looking for the middle school, that is, the residence of Mr. Zhu Jiaming.

Zhu Jiajun's ancestor is called Zhu Fengbiao, a jinshi in the Daoguang period, once served as a household secretary, and an official residence. During the Republic of China, after the death of Amur Linggui, the great-grandson of Seng Lingqin, he was accused of arrears of alimony to the clan.

The Beiping District Court accepted the case and auctioned the palace publicly. A total of 51 rooms were auctioned by the Zhu family for 10,500 yuan.

Later, in 1954, the Zhu family sold most of their houses to the Ministry of Coal, leaving only 16 half-rooms and a large courtyard.

As for Mr. Zhu Jiaming, he graduated from Fu Jen University, is a researcher at the Palace Museum, and is also a well-known expert on Qing history.

How did the two of them meet? The old gentleman gave a three-day lesson to "Dream of Red Mansions", what a relationship!

But it was said that Xu Fei entered the gate, passed a gourd shed, and swept past two old lilacs, and followed the road to the main house before entering the house.

"Mr. Zhu!"

He called the teacher feel low, and called him sir, without the slightest escape.

Mr. Zhu was wearing reading glasses, looking at the desk and flipping through the book, when he came in, he glanced at the clock first, "It's quite punctual, where did you come from?"

"Black Sesame Alley. ”

"What do you have in your arms?"

"Hehe, I can't hide it from you. ”

Xu Fei took out the three snuff bottles and laid them out on the table.

The old gentleman is not at the level of Ma Weidu, so he took a look, "This is called a topaz Buddha's hand snuff bottle, snuff and white jade are used a lot, and topaz is rare." There was originally a seat at the bottom, and the seat was engraved with a pattern, which matched the snuff, and you should have lost it. ”

"Well, this is Hetian white jade, called white jade carving melon, the technique is not bad, both of them are in the middle of the Qing Dynasty. ”

"Hey, that's good!"

The old gentleman was also in good spirits, and began to teach with the third piece, "The materials of snuff bottles include crystal, jade, jade, agate, ivory, glass, etc., among which glass is the most common.

Glass snuff bottles are also called material snuff bottles.

Because the Kangxi Dynasty invented a nesting process, that is, to put other colors on a white background. One layer is called a single set, and multiple layers are called stacked sets, and you have a single set of a layer of blue, so it is called blue material.

Looking at the painting again, it is an inner painting, take a small pen and stick it into it, and slowly hook it on the inner wall, which is quite laborious. Spring palace pictures are not common, but they are not rare, to do is to make a set, you only have a single piece, the value is a lot lower. ”

Finally, Mr. Zhu introduced his full name, which is called: "Snuff bottle with a picture of the Spring Palace painted in the blue material." ”

Tsk! Steady and ruthless, it sounds comfortable!

Xu Fei thanked Mr. and said with a smile: "I just keep it for fun, it doesn't matter if it's low or not." I know they'll be worth a lot in the future, but they're not worth it now, and I'm not short of money. ”

"Well, you're in a good state of mind. ”

Zhu Jiajun nodded and expressed his appreciation, in fact, it was also the blessing of Tanchun, and a group of bigwig consultants all knew that there was a young man named Xu Fei.

The old gentleman took off his glasses and picked up the pen holder on the desk again, which was the one he received a few days ago.

"I have turned over a lot of literature, and this 'feather' is indeed the feather of the king. There is very little historical information about this person, and even the year of birth is unknown, but there is such a sentence in the book, 'Less is the nephew of the Xu family.' Xu Jucha is only separated from Wu Luzhen by a wall. ’

"Bamboo People's Record" also contains: 'Wang Zhiyu traveled from Lu Zhen and did his best to move his wrist, so he was famous for a while. ’

Wu Luzhen is Wu Zhifan, a bamboo carver in the early Qing Dynasty, from the Kangxi Dynasty to the Qianlong Dynasty, there are works handed down. Since Wang Zhiyu knows Wu Zhifan, it means that he is a contemporary.

His works are scarce, you should be real, more valuable, and the use of the thin ground Yang Wen method, exquisite and round, no knife marks, can be called the top grade. ”

Bodi Yangwen is a bas-relief technique created by Wu Zhifan.

Xu Fei seems to understand whether he understands or not, anyway, he understands one thing, the pen holder is real and more valuable. Because Wang Zhiyu is very unpopular, if it is Wu Zhifan's work, it will be at least 1.8 million.

"You're lucky, it's all good things, take it back and treasure it. ”

Zhu Jiajun returned the pen holder to Xu Fei, and the two chatted for a while, and then he took a few related books and left.

He dared to give the pen holder to Mr. Zhu, but he didn't dare to give it to Ma Weidu, looking for Ma Weidu was more or less to pull a relationship, and looking for Zhu Jiajun was really learning skills.

............

That night, the small quadrangle.

A long line hangs from the roof, and a small light bulb hangs, and the light is dim. Xu Fei sat under the dim light, looking at the borrowed books.

Since dinner, he has been watching for two or three hours, and only then can he understand what is called nesting, what is topaz, who is Wu Zhifan, and what is Bodi Yangwen......

"Hey, the deeper the knowledge, the deeper the water, but fortunately I entered early. ”

Xu Fei finally closed the book and twisted his neck, "If you entered the industry in the nineties, you would have deserved to be killed." ”

Leaning back in his chair, he glanced around the room, and it was clear at a glance. First, a pair of mid-Qing mahogany round stools under the windowsill, and then a mahogany Zen chair next to the wardrobe.

The style of the Zen chair is very strange, the armrests are retracted, it is very short, and the bench surface is very long, far more than ordinary chairs. Sitting on it like this, people can't lean on their backs, and they can't hold on to the armrests, which is very uncomfortable.

The family was very disgusted, and they wanted to saw it several times, and finally sold it to Xu Fei for ten yuan.

Xu Fei didn't understand, so he asked Mr. Zhu to find out that this thing is called a Zen chair.

How do you sit there?

You have to go up and sit cross-legged so that you can get up to the back and hold on to the handrails. The Zen chair is supposed to sit cross-legged.

In addition to these, there is also a shelf next to the wardrobe, on which are placed the white copper cigarette holder of the Republic of China, the ox rank Ruyi paperweight from the late Ming Dynasty, two jade snuff bottles from the middle Qing Dynasty, a spring palace picture snuff bottle from the early Qing Dynasty, as well as two porcelain plates and a large jar.

These three are at a loss.

Xu Fei didn't understand, he only held the psychology that the probability of fakes was low in this era, and he passed it recklessly. At that time, I thought the plate was good, at least worth two dollars, and the family was also clever and asked for twenty yuan.

As a result, when I showed Mr., it was a plate of the Republic of China, mechanized production, and the quantity was extremely large.

As for the jar, it was used by a family to pickle pickles, and he looked very quaint and patterned, thinking it was a good thing, so he took it for five yuan.

As soon as the results were checked, this was pickled vegetables!

All of the above, plus the beech wood board dragon circle chair under the buttocks, is full of ten genuine pieces before you know it.

He looked at them one by one, satisfied, and finally his gaze rested on the pen holder. For some reason, he liked the pen holder very much, and played with it lightly in his hand.

In the previous life, there was a weak heart, but in this life, the timing is right, and there is money to spare, so it is natural to satisfy yourself.

Xu Fei closed his eyes, his slender fingers slowly rubbed, the falling pulp, the red and black mixed bamboo surface, the thin cracks, and the shallow convex pattern......

The picture comes from the allusion of the Eastern Han Dynasty immortal Wang Qiao.

Wang Qiao was originally a county magistrate, and he came to see the emperor on the first and fifteenth days of each month. The emperor saw that he was coming quickly, but he never saw the carriage and horses, so he secretly called for people to reconnoitre, and later reported that when Wang Qiao arrived, there were often two water birds flying from the southeast.

So the emperor asked someone to open a net to catch a waterfowl, but the bird was transformed by a shoe.

Xu Fei likes this style, likes this texture, likes this shallow carving, likes this allusion, whenever he plays alone, he always feels that he is spiritual, as if he has traveled through time and space in dialogue with the ancients.

Antiques pay attention to the edge of the eye, and this tube may be his eye.