I was also happy to see this painting, but I didn't laugh out loud like Da Zhuang. The old lady looked at us and sighed sadly: "Hey, it doesn't seem to be a treasure. ”

I was a little embarrassed, and pretended to look at the painting, but when I glanced at the seal, my eyes lit up, and the four words clearly were "Silla Mountain People".

The Silla Mountain people are another name for the painter Hua Yan in the middle of the Qing Dynasty. His flower and bird paintings are the most prestigious, absorbing the Ming Dynasty Chen Chun, Zhou Zhimian, Qing Dynasty Yun Shouping Zhu Jia, the formation of part-time work with the writing of small freehand techniques, painting figures, landscapes, flowers and birds, grass and insects, take off the time of the habits, force to pursue the ancient method, write animals are particularly good.

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but move my heart and observe it intently. This painting, in terms of painting method, not only has the subtlety of the detailed description, but also does not lose the simplicity and vividness of the brush and ink, concise and soft, without losing the shape and more important spirit, not only has a distinct personality, but also is rich in artistic conception, which is very in line with Hua Yan's painting style.

"Huh. "Next to this skinny tiger, there are some weeds drawn, but on the weeds, there is a black spot that is not very big. I thought it was dirty, and I couldn't help but make a sound.

"What's wrong. The old woman asked.

"Ah, it's okay, I'm just curious, I'll take a look. With that, I moved the painting closer. I was amazed to find that the black dot was actually a bee depicted, and I was as excited as if I had discovered a new continent. The wisdom and painting techniques of the ancients are really ingenious. But what does this tiger have to do with the bees? Why is it on the same screen? I can't figure it out. He mobilized all his brain cells and thought. The more I look at this painting, the more fascinated I become.

Suddenly, a familiar and unfamiliar voice sounded in my head, "Qing Kangxi, Bee-eater Picture, Huayan Authentic." I frowned, and my brain began to ache again.

The old woman looked at my pained expression and asked with concern, "Young man, are you okay?" If this painting is not good, I won't sell it, it's fine. ”

"No, no, grandma, how much do you want to sell this painting for?" I thought to myself, you don't want to sell such a good painting, so I hurriedly said.

"I don't know how much this painting can cost, young man, you are a good person, if you like it, you say a price, I will sell you, but don't be too cheap, the old man said it is an old painting. "The grandmother was very happy to see that I wanted to buy the painting, but it seemed that she really did not know the value of the painting.

To be honest, even though the words that come to my mind tell me that it is a real painting, I don't know what the price of this painting should be. Touching the 3,000 yuan in his pocket, I can only believe the experience when I bought porcelain pieces yesterday. Gritting his teeth, he said, "Grandma, I only have 3,000 yuan in my pocket, you see..."

"How much, three thousand, Brother Niu, are you crazy, this painting is about 50. Da Zhuang jumped like thunder, but after glancing at the old grandmother's eyes, he softened again, and said to me, "I know you want to help the old woman, but you can't do this." ”

"Young man, I know this painting is not worth so much, if you really like it, I will sell it to you for 1000. The old woman said to me.

"Grandma, listen to me. This painting is supposed to be an old painting, and I really like it. The price of 3000, maybe I picked up a big bargain, so, if you agree, sell it to me for 3000. "My headache is getting worse and I don't want to delay the price any longer.

The old woman obviously felt that I was really comforting her and wanted to help him, and she seemed very embarrassed, but she was very happy with my offer of 3,000 yuan.

"Brother Niu, 1000. The grandmother said that 1000 is okay with 1000, not 3000. Da Zhuang persuaded me. Naturally, he did not see the value of the painting, and presumably regarded him as a shoddy forgery, or rather, a fabrication. After all, how can anyone paint a majestic tiger like a sick cat?

"Just 3000. "I'm categorical.

Da Zhuang knew that I had an idea since I was a child, and it was useless for others to say what I believed, so I didn't persuade him again.

"Good, good. The old lady happily agreed, handed me the cloth bag in her hand, and then rubbed her hands, and stopped talking.

I understood that my grandmother wanted to ask me for money, so I took out a pile of pink Grandpa Mao from my pocket and handed it over. "Grandma, you order. ”

"No, no, young man, thank you. ”

Money and goods are cleared. The old lady said goodbye to us and walked out of the market. Wang Dazhuang looked at me helplessly, thinking that I had suffered again, and said with a sigh while shaking his head: "Brother Niu, roll it up, hurry back to the store to rest, I see that your face is not very good." ”

I didn't say much, I rolled up the picture with him and went back to Xuanji Pavilion together.

"You kid, why did you come back so soon. Seeing the two of us coming back, Uncle Fang asked.

I saw that Uncle Fang and Brother Yang were drinking tea, and there were still a few fans on the table, and it seemed that their business was not finished yet.

"Ouch, Uncle Fang, don't mention it. This brother Niu is stubborn again, just now with an old lady, spent all your 3,000 and bought a pair of broken paintings. Da Zhuang complained, as if he was complaining to the family, but he didn't mention anything about going to see the little girl, and he was caught by the old lady.

"Little Niu, are you changing things again?" Uncle Fang asked.

"Oh, Brother Niu, you also like to collect, it's good to take it out and show it to your Brother Yang. ”

"yes, take it out and take a look. Uncle Fang also said.

After tidying up the table, I carefully spread out the ancient painting.

After Uncle Fang and Brother Yang saw it, they were both shocked. Brother Yang said, "Boss Fang, is there a magnifying glass in the store, give me that pair." ”

"Yes, yes. Then Uncle Fang took two magnifying glasses and two white gloves.

Seeing the two of them regard this painting as a treasure, Da Zhuang was so shocked that his jaw almost dropped.

For 10 minutes, no one in the room spoke, Uncle Fang and Brother Yang watched carefully and nodded again and again.

"Little Niu, you've picked up the treasure again!" Uncle Fang said excitedly, it seemed that he had finished the identification.

"Yes, this is an ancient painting of the Qing Dynasty, and there is no doubt that Huayan is authentic. Brother Yang also came to the same conclusion.

"Isn't it, Brother Niu is such a cow, he just picked up a porcelain piece yesterday, and he missed it today?" Da Zhuang was even more shocked than them.

I was the only one who was calm, as if I had known the outcome. No, it's just knowing the results in advance.

"Oh, Boss Fang, the red peony chrysanthemum pattern porcelain piece in the glaze of Ming Hongwu you just mentioned is the uniform of Brother Niu?"

"Yes, this kid, your luck is too good!" Uncle Fang sighed.

I was overwhelmed and had a splitting headache that I could only scratch my head constantly.

Brother Yang looked at me with even more appreciation. I asked, "Uncle Fang, Brother Yang, I can see that this is an ancient painting." But I can't understand the painting, can you tell me about it?"

Brother Yang glanced at Uncle Fang, and then said: "This Silla Mountain man is the painter Hua Yan of the Qing Dynasty. He loved painting since childhood, and later dropped out of school due to his poor family, and was neglected by the world. In his middle and later years, he traveled frequently to Hangzhou and Yangzhou, selling paintings for a living. In Yangzhou, he got acquainted with Jin Nong, Gao Xiang, Li Yi, Zheng Banqiao and the brothers Ma Yueqian and Ma Yuelu, who were salt merchants. He loves nature, likes to paint landscapes, flowers and birds, and his painting style is fresh and handsome, and he is frank and relaxed. This painting depicts an unexpected skinny tiger and an arrogant bee. I guess it should be his work in his later years, implying that he will not meet talents and will not be able to achieve his ambition in life. ”

Uncle Fang said, "Oh, Mr. Yang, you are not the vice chairman of the Calligraphy and Painting Association, the little old man has been taught." ”

"Boss Fang, you have been promoted, although you don't have any position, but your level of appreciation is not below me at all. ”

Brother Yang's words made me pause, I remembered the record of Hua Yan in the book, thinking of his life of poverty and longing, and muttered silently: "The thin tiger in the plain was played by bees, the plucked phoenix is not as good as a chicken, the bee-eater laughs at himself, and the evening scene of Danqing's wonderful pen is poignant." ”

Although my words were not loud, they clearly reached the ears of everyone present.

"Wonderful, wonderful!" Brother Yang became excited, Uncle Fang was also smiling, Wang Dazhuang, but he was confused.

"Brother Niu, these four sentences of yours are really wonderful!" Brother Yang stepped forward and shook my hand.

This move really scared me. The head instantly hurt even more, and beads of sweat the size of beans fell down.

Seeing my painful expression, Brother Yang was also startled and said, "Brother Niu, what's wrong with you?"

This remark attracted the attention of Uncle Fang and Da Zhuang, and when they also saw my appearance, Uncle Fang immediately shouted: "Oh, Mr. Yang, this child was sick before, hurry, send it to the hospital." Da Zhuang, go pick up his dad. "I can't remember the sound in the back.