The spacious study, made of masonry and hard wood, looks no different from the rest. However, if you look at the place at the door, you will find that the walls of this house are particularly thick, and there are traces of reinforcement and thickening to achieve the effect of heat preservation and moisturization, which is used to store calligraphy and paintings.

"Most of the paintings here are my Lao Tzu's collection, and there are also some that I collected myself to enrich my inventory. ”

At this time, there were two young people in the study, admiring the calligraphy and paintings all over the walls. One of them, in the guise of the owner, introduces the collection in the house to the other.

"I also recently got a painting of Zheng Banqiao here, "Yazhai Listening to Bamboo", you may not have heard of the name of the painting, but you must have heard of the inscription poem on it. The younger-looking man pointed to the painting and said that he was Liu Lao's youngest son, Liu Yunfei.

In this painting, there are four trees of suitable shades, dense and dense. Among the four cultivated bamboos, two are thin and tall, with small branches and leaves, and the other two are new bamboos, which are weak and delicate, like children snuggling up to their parents.

In the lower left corner of the painting, there is also the author's inscription and a poem: Yazhai lies down and listens to Xiao Xiaozhu, suspected to be the voice of the people's suffering;

There is also an allusion to this painting, when Zheng Banqiao served as the county governor of Shandong, when Shandong was affected by disasters and there were countless hungry people, Zheng Banqiao ran around for the victims day and night, tired during the day, and had thousands of thoughts at night, and couldn't sleep at night.

Listening to the cold rain knocking on the window, the wind blowing the bamboo, and making the sound of Xiao Xiao, he thought of the people's wails and the complaints of the bitter cold, and immediately got up to paint, and after finishing, sent it to his superiors to make them understand the suffering of the people.

After that, he wrote a letter asking for relief, opened the official warehouse, and relieved the people.

At that time, the disaster was serious and the situation was urgent, and he didn't have time to wait for the approval of his superiors, so he resolutely decided to open a warehouse to release grain and relieve the people, so he offended his superiors and was dismissed. Friends said that he was confused, so he wrote the words "rare confused" to show his attitude.

Not only this poem, but even the phrase "rare confusion" has been widely circulated, and today it can be seen in many calligraphy works and calligraphy and painting decorations of many literati and scholars. And Zheng Banqiao's named superiors have been stinking for thousands of years and are ashamed of future generations. ”

Liu Yunfei talked about it and introduced his proud collection.

Zheng Banqiao, a well-known figure, he naturally knows, but paying attention to his works is also a recent thing. In particular, the bamboo he painted, thin and powerful, straight and unbending, very charming, immediately attracted Liu Yunfei, and then began to collect his paintings frantically.

Sometimes, an allusion can give the work more spirit and charm.

However, the young man behind him, who was about the same age as him, had a somewhat disapproving expression, although he was not interested in calligraphy and painting, he also knew by chance that the authenticity of this painting was.

"Phineas, this painting seems a little wrong, doesn't it?" he began.

"What's wrong? Is this painting fake? It can't be? I looked at it a few times and didn't see it. Liu Yunfei said with some surprise, for some reason, there were always a lot of fakes he encountered, and the eye-catching encounters made him a little scared.

"As far as I know, the authentic work of this painting is hidden in the Xu Beihong Memorial Hall. "Young people don't want to break it, and if they don't say the right thing, it may make him feel bad.

However, if he points it out, he may also end up with a favor, and according to his understanding of Liu Yunfei, the latter is more likely.

"The real work is hidden in the Xu Beihong Memorial Hall?"

Since the other party said that, most of the things will not be fake, Liu Yunfei is a little confused, this kind of thing, if you don't inquire about it, who will know? Besides, who would be so idiotic to imitate this kind of painting? Then, he, an idiot, was fooled again.

Who the hell is fooling his IQ? It's madness! Don't let him find out in the future!

"Forget it, just spend money to buy a lesson. ”

Liu Yunfei's high mood just now was a little low, but then he introduced other works, so he had to introduce some good goods and win back a game.

"This one, Wu Changshuo's painting, is my collection, and even my Lao Tzu praises me for my vision. ”

Liu Yunfei didn't know that his Lao Tzu was at the door, otherwise he would have been much more restrained.

Liu Lao's children and grandchildren are full of grandchildren, they never had any late marriage and late childbearing in those days, his eldest son is already in his forties, and the youngest son Liu Yunfei is only in his twenties, and his older grandchildren are about the same age.

Liu Yunfei almost grew up playing with mud with the children of his big brothers and sisters, and his personality is a little out of bounds. He has shown an interest in antiques since he was a child, and in recent years he has begun to dabble in antiques and started collecting on his own.

Liu Lao's children, although they all read a lot of books, but none of them are keen on antiques, all of them want to make a lot of money in business, or wander the world outside in a dashing way, and see the world.

His skills are almost no successor, which is also a heart disease that he has always had. Not only him, but many of his old friends are facing the problem of no successor.

Either take a few apprentices and pass on your skills to outsiders, or bring your skills into the coffin.

For example, Zhu Rong's father, who is also an old friend with him, has no ability, but his son has no interest at all, and he can only donate all of his collection to museums and cultural relics bureaus in his last life.

If there is a little choice, who is willing to give away the painstaking work of his life? If he does not leave a piece and give it away, he will inevitably have no intention of being a little angry. However, this kind of thing cannot be forced, and young people have their own ideas and world views, and are not subject to the instructions and arrangements of the older generation.

Fortunately, Liu Lao's youngest son finally did not disappoint him, and he liked antiques more, perhaps because of his interest since childhood, or because of his deliberate edification since childhood, the reason for which is difficult to explain.

Because of this, plus he is the eldest, he is the most spoiled by Liu Lao, and he is pampered in one body, and he has been responding to requests since he was a child, and everything is up to him. It has only been in the past two years that the discipline of him has become stricter.

It's just that when I heard what he said at this moment, my head was suddenly full of black lines, pulling my face, and pretending not to see the teasing and teasing of my old friends.

"Lao Liu, it turns out that your painting of Wu Changshuo was obtained by Xiao Fei? Qi Lao said very facelessly, relying on the fact that he had a good son, showing off in front of them all day long, and now he is slapped in the face, right?

"I remember that Xiao Fei's level is good, right? Why was he slapped in the face? I want to see this fake "Yazhai Listening to Bamboo Picture". Another old man said.

"I'm afraid that Wu Changshuo's painting also has a problem, Lao Liu, have you seen it?"