Passed down from the ancestors?"

Seeing that the middle-aged man said that this piece of broken yellow cloth was handed down by his ancestors, Huo Yaowen looked down at the faint handwriting on the cloth again.

Although the handwriting is light, and there are many blurred places, but it can still be distinguished that these fonts should be cursive, the dragon flies and the phoenix dances, quite a rule, the most surprising thing is that the handwriting is printed with more than a dozen red seals of all sizes, these seals are printed with a circle and square, but because it is too blurry, it is not clear who stamped the seal.

The middle-aged man saw that Huo Yaowen didn't speak, so he stared at his yellow cloth, and hurriedly took a mouthful of authentic Beijing films, "There is an elderly person in the family who is sick and needs a large amount of medical expenses, so he has to sell the things handed down by his ancestors." I see that sir, you are not a local, you should be a compatriot who has returned from abroad, I wonder if you are interested in this?"

The man's tone of voice was very anxious, so that Huo Yaowen couldn't tell whether this person was telling the truth or a lie. However, he knew that at this time, just after the reform and opening up, many people in Beijing had more or less old objects in their homes, including some precious and valuable antiques. It's just because everyone doesn't know much about the antique industry now, and when they broke the four old ones in those years, they smashed a lot, and it is not uncommon for such old objects.

This also caused the prevalence of leakage in the 80s and 90s, when Huo Yaowen watched "Under the Zhengyang Gate", he saw that the actor Chunming relied on a little cognition of antiques to pick up a lot of good things.

Thinking of picking up antiques, Huo Yaowen became a little interested, he raised his eyes to look at the man's face, and asked with a smile: "Then how much are you going to sell?"

"50! I only need 50!" The middle-aged man saw that Huo Yaowen was interested, and hurriedly stretched out five fingers, this is not the first time he has sold this broken yellow cloth on the street, he has been walking around the overpass before, and it has always been a place for people in the capital to buy and sell some objects privately.

It's just that when he brought this rag to sell, he was basically ridiculed, and no one bought it at all, and then he heard a person over there say that he could try to go to Wangfujing to find foreigners, and see if he could fool one or two foreigners who didn't know how to do it.

Before meeting Huo Yaowen, the middle-aged man had quietly met with several foreigners, but because of the language barrier, the foreigner didn't know what the man was talking about, so he could only regretfully change the target.

Didn't I just see Huo Yaowen and his entourage in various suits and leather shoes, and at a glance, they knew that they were compatriots who came back from abroad.

"50?" Huo Yaowen raised his eyebrows.

The middle-aged man chuckled in his heart, thinking that Huo Yaowen was unwilling to spend 50 yuan to buy it, so he quickly changed his words and said, "It's okay if it's 30." ”

"30!" Huo Yaowen was stunned, he didn't expect this middle-aged man to change his words so quickly, he didn't even think about paying back the price, after all, this money is nothing to him, it doesn't matter if he buys fakes, he just wants to experience what Taobao is like.

"Why don't you tell me a price, sir?" The middle-aged man couldn't figure out Huo Yaowen's attitude, and when he heard him repeat the price he quoted, he said with a bitter face: "As long as the price you give is reasonable, sir, I will never counteroffer." ”

"Hehe...... Huo Yaowen smiled, it was the first time he had seen this kind of seller, if ordinary people were afraid that they would kill him until he vomited blood, but he was not that kind of person, he glanced at the torn yellow cloth again, and thought for a while: "Then thirty." ”

"Thank you, thank you sir. The middle-aged man's face immediately flushed with excitement, if he wasn't afraid of being seen, he couldn't wait to bow and thank, you must know that 30 yuan is not a small amount, almost equivalent to a month's salary of an ordinary worker in the capital.

"You sell me and I buy it, there's nothing to thank. Huo Yaowen looked at the man's excited appearance, but he was a little convinced that he had an old man in his family who was sick, so he came out to sell this thing.

When the bodyguard Ajie next to him took out the money, Huo Yaowen asked again, "Is there really an elderly person in your family who is sick?"

The middle-aged man said seriously: "It's really sir, my father has a thyroid and is being treated in the hospital, otherwise I wouldn't have sold the things handed down by my ancestors." ”

"Oh. Huo Yaowen nodded slightly, and said to Ajie: "Ajie, give this 20 again." ”

"This ......" The middle-aged man looked at the 20 handed over again, and looked up at Huo Yaowen in confusion.

"Since you offer 50, then I'll buy it at 50. ”

The middle-aged man was stunned, and then choked up: "Thank you, thank you so much, sir." ”

"Okay, the money is given, is it time to hand over the goods to me. Huo Yaowen waved his hand, giving an extra 20 was nothing to him at all.

"Okay, okay. ”

The middle-aged man hurriedly handed the torn yellow cloth in his hand to Huo Yaowen, and he carefully hid the 5 ten-yuan unity in his hand in the pocket of his tunic jacket.

Seeing that the money was clear, Huo Yaowen took the torn yellow cloth and left, looking at the words on it as he walked, he didn't know anything about antiques, and spending 50 to buy this rag was just a fun, and he didn't care if it was true or not.

Originally, Huo Yaowen encountered this incident and wanted to go to Panjiayuan to have a look, but when he asked someone, he found out that Panjiayuan at this time was still called Panjiayao, which was a piece of dwelling, and had not yet formed a later thrift and antique market.

Seeing that there was no Pan Jiayuan, Huo Yaowen had no choice but to walk around Wangfujing again, and it was not until more than ten o'clock in the morning that he ran towards the Beijing roast duck restaurant that he had made an appointment with Mu Zongsan and others.

At around eleven o'clock at noon, in the box of the roast duck restaurant, Huo Yaowen handed the torn yellow cloth he bought in the morning to a few people, explaining the origin of this thing.

Mu Zongsan took the torn yellow cloth and looked at it carefully, trying to see the blurred handwriting clearly, while silently reading: "Peace, more than ten ?,? people have been repaired......

The handwriting is too blurry, and many places have been directly erased, the words before and after are not understood at all, and the word Xi is written on the back line, Mu Zongsan frowned at first, then thought about it, and said uncertainly: "The first paragraph copied above seems to be Wang Xizhi's peace post." ”

"Wang Xizhi's peace post?"

Lao Siguang, who was drinking tea on the side, heard that it was a peace post, and hurriedly got up and leaned behind Mu Zongsan, only glanced at it, and affirmed: "Yes, this is indeed Wang Xizhi's peace three posts copied." ”

"Ping An Three Posts?" Huo Yaowen raised his eyebrows, Wang Xizhi's name is almost unknown to everyone, different from "Lan Tingxu", except for people who like calligraphy or have studied it, most of them don't know the "Ping An Three Posts".

"The three posts of peace are one of the representative works of Wang Xi's travel book, which is divided into three posts: "Peace", "He Ru" and "Feng Tangerine". While explaining, Lao Siguang took the torn yellow cloth from Mu Zongsan's hand, carefully browsed it, and basically confirmed that this was Wang Xizhi's three posts of peace.

"Well, this should be a copy of the peace post. In my early years, when I visited the Taipei Museum, I once saw the Tang Dynasty facsimile of the "Three Posts of Peace", which was almost identical to the copy of the Tang Dynasty in the museum, except for the damaged parts. ”

Confirming that the word was a copy of Wang Xizhi's peace post, Lao Siguang looked at the seals on the yellow cloth, carefully identified them, and only saw one of them.

Lao Siguang handed over the yellow cloth and said: "This seal seems to be the Yuan Dynasty calligrapher and painter Ke Jiusi, I saw one when I was in the Taipei Museum before, as for whether it is true or not, I don't know this." I don't know much about antiques, calligraphy and painting, so Mr. Fok can wait until he returns to Hong Kong to find some experts in this area. ”

"Yuan Dynasty?"

Huo Yaowen took the yellow cloth, but he didn't expect this thing to be from the Yuan Dynasty, although it was just a copy of Wang Xizhi's work, it has a history of more than 700 years, how to say that it is an old antique, it seems that these 50 pieces are really not in vain.

"I don't know if it's the Yuan Dynasty, but I don't think this is a product of modern times. Lao Siguang shook his head, although he paid attention to this aspect, he was not a professional after all, and he couldn't tell the difference between truth and falsehood.

"That's not bad. Huo Yaowen smiled at the corner of his mouth, no matter whether this thing is a modern imitation or a product of the Yuan Dynasty, it is cost-effective to spend fifty yuan to buy a copy of Wang Xizhi's peace post that is so realistic.

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