Wu Wei admonished in a low voice: "At the beginning, he kicked Dong Fei in the foot, and it almost became sunny. ”

"What do you mean?" Wicker wiped his forehead, but fortunately he was not injured.

"If you're well, it's a sunny day. Wu Wei said.

"Damn!" Wicker couldn't help but scold.

Gu Chang sat beside him, drinking porridge, "It's rare for young people to burst into foul mouth, Mazu's balls." ”

Wu Wei shook his head and laughed.

At lunch, Gu Chang took out the Huangshi and explored it with Jiang Yan, Jiang Yan had a very in-depth analysis of the Huangshi, the two of them were in full swing, and the wicker whispered to Wu Wei: "Aren't the three pieces of material in your hands? Go back to the calcite and get it out, take a look at it first." ”

Jiang Yan, who heard this, also looked out, "Wu Wei, do you have yellow material?"

Wu Wei nodded, "I bought three pieces, but they were all small stones that were not beautiful, and they were not very good, so the shopkeeper threw them aside, and I picked them up." ”

"Take it out and take a look. Jiang Yan said.

Wu Wei had to take it out, Jiang Yan looked at it, and after a while, he smiled and said Wu Wei: "Tomorrow, I'll help you solve the stone tomorrow night, sleep seriously tonight, nourish your spirit, and deal with tomorrow's situation." ”

Wu Wei smiled, knowing that others weren't looking forward to it, "Okay." ”

Built in the Hongzhi period of the Ming Dynasty, Jiang Fei Temple is located in Dabaiyangqiao Village, Zhifangtou Township, Cangxian County, which has a development history of about 500 years. Three statues are placed in the main hall, and Jiang Fei, a minority warrior, is among them, and Jiang Fei's two daughters, Jiang Yun and Jiang Lei, are on both sides.

When Wu Wei and his party arrived, they saw the renovated Jiang Fei ancestral hall, Jiang Yan was working hard left and right, Jiang Lulu didn't go to class, standing quietly beside him, many young people came to help, and when they saw her, they would say respectfully, "Senior sister!"

Today is the 900th anniversary of Jiang Fei's birthday, in order to welcome this specific year, as early as a year ago, the descendants of the Jiang family voluntarily went to the county cultural protection office to register for the renovation of Jiang Fei Temple and the construction of Jiang Fei Temple Street.

Standing beside Wu Wei was the young man who came to report yesterday, and because Jiang Ming was very busy, he had to invite Ji Qiang, the apprentice who opened the door, to entertain him.

"The renovation of the ancestral shrine has always been arranged by the master, the master just launched the advocacy, the descendants of the Jiang family spontaneously donated 350,000 yuan, it took only 6 months, the main project of the Jiang Fei Temple and the renovation of the main hall statue was completed, and the construction has been largely completed. ”

Ji Qiang looked at the crowd and opened his mouth to explain.

"When it comes to donations, everyone is especially vying, there are almost 90-year-old people who take out the savings they have saved, and there are children in their teens who save pocket money, everyone thinks that doing this is worthy of their ancestors, and the most important thing is to leave some literature for future generations, so that generations can remember to serve the country with loyalty. ”

Wu Wei was surprised and moved when he heard this, especially when he saw them returning to the Jiang Gong Ancestral Hall with a real smile on their faces, he couldn't help but feel happy.

Walking around the Jiang Gong Ancestral Hall, Wu Wei noticed that the internal carvings were very exquisite, from beginning to end, describing the far-reaching matters of Jiang Pengju's life, and also showing the morality of loyalty to the country everywhere.

Wu Wei put the knife he donated in the front exhibition area.

When Gu Chang saw such a plot, he also sighed: "If someone can set up an ancestral hall for me in the future, it will really be famous for a hundred years." ”

Walking in front, he suddenly heard a quarrel, Wu Wei hurriedly walked over quickly, and saw Jiang Yan with a serious appearance, standing in the middle of the crowd, and there were two people who were about to argue about something in front of him.

Jiang Yan saw Wu Wei walking over and hurriedly beckoned to him.

After Wu Wei came over, Jiang Yan explained: "Wu Wei is a well-known ancient building appraiser in China, let him judge this matter!"

Wu Wei looked over with some confusion, and saw a painting hanging on the side, and everyone's hot spots were put on the depiction, and he couldn't help but look at the two sides in confusion.

"Let me speak!"

"Get out of the way, I'll come first!"

All parties didn't want to let each other, Jiang Yan frowned, and reprimanded: "Shut up and let Jiang Bing speak first!"

Jiang Bing is a man in his thirties with a mouthful of hair on his chin, "This painting was brought by my father from England, and when I bought this painting, my father was told by the seller that this painting was handed down by his ancestors. ”

"The key is that my father took this opportunity to confirm the authenticity of this painting, and specially went to do an ink test, and the conclusion confirmed that the ink used in this painting is the paper of the Song Dynasty.

Another middle-aged man who refuted him snorted coldly, "You can be clever with your tongue, but don't you understand, there is an exhibition in the Shengsheng Browsing Hall, which is exactly the same oil painting, do you want to say that the Shengsheng Browsing Museum must be fake?"

"I didn't say that!"

Wu Wei stood beside him, he hurriedly pressed his hand, "Don't make any noise, I'll see it first!"

At this point, Wu Wei noticed the situation in the painting closely, but the picture of "Jingzhong Serving the Country", it should be painted by the famous painter Huang Meng of the Yuan Dynasty.

Artist Huang Meng lived in the late Yuan Dynasty and early Ming Dynasty, in the early years of the Ming Dynasty, he served as the prefect of Tai'an, and later died in prison due to the Hu Weiyong case.

Wang Meng himself is a very well-known artist, and his grandfather is more well-known than him, his grandmother is the Yuan Dynasty calligrapher and painter Zhao Mengfu, and she created Zhao Ti's calligraphy and painting by herself.

Wu Wei remembered very clearly that the painting was placed in the Shengsheng Browsing Museum, and the one in front of him was at great risk of imitation, but it was not easy to buy a painting or calligraphy from abroad, so Wu Wei stared at the depiction.

The two next to him are still arguing endlessly.

"This is a picture that my father bought from far away and donated, and I must hang this picture. ”

"Why, this depiction of yours is definitely an imitation, and the one in Yu Shengsheng's browsing hall is the real thing, didn't I show you the data yesterday? If you really hang out an imitation, it will be our Jiang family's people who will lose it!"

"How can it be fake? I will also report the inspection to you, this picture is painted by Wang Meng, and it is his inheritance!"

"How can it not be false, could it be that there is the same depiction in this world?"

……

Jiang Yan stood aside, and did not stop the dispute between the two, but turned his eyes to Wu Wei.

Wu Wei could hear the controversy between the two of them, and the brilliance flashed in front of him, and the brilliance gathered, and soon the shutter was produced!

Wu Wei was shocked, because he actually found that the period painted in this depiction was the early years of the Ming Dynasty!

Shengsheng's depiction, although Wu Wei didn't see it with his own eyes, but the probability that the depiction is real is very high, if the depiction in front of Wu Wei is said to be genuine, and the art museum is an imitation, everyone will question that he must be crazy!

Jiang Yan saw Wu Wei leaving and didn't talk, so he couldn't help but say, "Wu Wei, what's wrong?"

Wu Wei shook his head and didn't speak.

"Just get it straight, I think they'll be okay with it. Jiang Yan said, he was a little anxious, now everything is ready, if it is delayed due to this matter, he will be a slave of the Jiang family!

"I look at it again. Wu Wei said, he didn't dare to confirm it, and he didn't dare to draw conclusions at will.

Wicker was very curious and walked out, he whispered to Wu Wei, "What's the matter?"

Wu Wei shook his head, "Come and see." ”

Wicker looked at it for a while, and shook his head in surprise, he didn't dare to define it, because this painting was in line with the characteristics of Wang Meng's painting, and it was not much different from Shengsheng's depiction.

Wicker said: "These two depictions are actually very identical, in this case, maybe this one is true." ”

"That fake depiction is in the Shengsheng Browsing Hall?" the other retorted.

Wicker looked at Wu Wei, "This ......"

"This painting should be real!" Wu Wei was awakened by Wicker's words, and suddenly realized.

The man was unwavering, "Then what do you mean by this sentence that the scholars of the Shengsheng Browsing Hall are blind in their eyes and use a copy to fool the people?"

Wu Wei shook his head, "I didn't say that. ”

"That's what you mean!"

"Then you want me to say that both of these depictions are true?"

As soon as Wu Wei said a word, there was silence in the venue, and everyone was taken aback.

"How is it possible? how is it possible that both depictions are genuine?" the man exclaimed suddenly.

Jiang Yan glared at him, "Jiang Yong, don't talk, let Mr. Yang speak!"

Wu Wei nodded, he looked at Jiang Yan, "Old man Jiang, don't you understand if you have an analysis of calligraphy?" Jiang Yan shook his head, "I didn't analyze, the referee is you, you say, what you say!"

Everyone looked at each other, no one expected that Wu Wei would be so trusted by Jiang Yan.

Wu Wei was helpless, so he had to look at the wicker, "You can touch this piece of paper." ”

Wicker was very curious, and walked forward, he stepped forward and took the gloves, and was about to put them on, but Wu Wei stopped and said, "Don't wear gloves." ”

Wicker felt curious, he stepped forward to touch the edge of the ink, Jiang Bing stood beside him, very anxious, because this painting has been around for a long time, it stands to reason that direct hand contact is never allowed, because there will be sweat between the fingers, it is very easy to get the sweat on the depiction, resulting in a reduction in the life of the painting.

After touching the wicker, he looked at Wu Wei very confused.

"What do you think of the thickness of this painting?" Wu Wei admonished.

Wicker was frightened, stepped forward again and touched it carefully, squatted down, stared at the ink, and soon exclaimed, "Could it be that this is a painting?"

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"Unveiling the painting?" Jiang Yan was surprised to see that he didn't understand the meaning of revealing the painting at all.

Wicker explained: "It's to cut a painting into two depictions!"

"Cut into two?" Jiang Yan looked out in surprise.

Wicker laughed, "Yes, cutting out from the cross-section of the ink is not easy for ordinary people, but for those who specialize, it is not so difficult to uncover the painting." ”

Jiang Yan looked at Wu Wei, Wu Wei nodded and explained: "I didn't see it, how is the painting in the Shengsheng Browsing Museum, but the depiction in front of me, on the contrary, I can be sure that this depiction is genuine!"