Meng Zitao said with a smile: "Don't you know that there is an old saying, which is called adding up a little bit to a lot? Besides, think about it, there are so many people in our country, as long as each of us gives me a dollar, I can also become a billionaire, that's not bad, right?"

"Profiteer, you know you are a profiteer at a glance!"

Li Xianle scolded with a smile: "Okay, come and help me see if the thing is right, if the thing is okay, I will give you a big red envelope when you open." ”

Meng Zitao wiped his hand: "Then you have to take out the things, what do you think of me if you don't take them?"

Li Xianle hurriedly took the things out of the box and said with a smile: "How is it, the things are good, right?"

"Gourd bottle?" Meng Zitao said in surprise.

The gourd bottle is named because it resembles a gourd, and since the Tang Dynasty, it has been loved by the people because of the homonym "Fulu", and it was particularly popular in Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty. In addition to the traditional shapes, there are also shapes with an upper circle and a lower shape.

During the Kangxi period of the Qing Dynasty, it became one of the varieties of porcelain for export, and the shape of the vessel was taller than that of the Ming Dynasty, and there were three-section or four-section bottles. After Yongzheng, a hole gourd bottle was created, which was varied, among which the mouth was introverted, lying on the feet, and decorated with symmetrical Ruyi ribbon ears evolved into "Ruyi Zun".

And the gourd bottle in front of me is the style of the upper circle and the lower one, the gourd is painted with a lotus pattern on the top of the gourd, and each side below is a figure pattern.

Li Xianle said proudly: "Yes, the blue and white floral pattern character gourd bottle made in the year of Jiajing in the Ming Dynasty is an old thing that has been opened to the generation." ”

Meng Zitao shook his head secretly and said, "Since you think it's an old thing that opens the door, why do you still bring it to me?"

Li Xianle smiled and said, "Didn't I already contact the next family, come and show you, take a risk." ”

Meng Zitao said: "You are fast enough, but you must know that my eye for porcelain is limited, why don't you take it to Uncle Wang, and be safe, or are you not afraid that I will be wrong?"

Li Xianle smiled: "I think your eyesight is good, besides, aren't we shy now?"

"You just say you want to treat me as a free laborer. ”

Meng Zitao shook his head with a smile, took the gourd bottle in his hand and looked at it carefully, and after ten minutes, he put the bottle back with an expressionless face.

Seeing that Meng Zitao didn't speak, Li Xianle became anxious: "My shopkeeper Meng, how is this thing, you should squeak quickly." ”

"Squeak. ”

Li Xianle said with a smile: "I said, don't play with me, I'm dying." ”

"Didn't I already answer you?" said Mencius.

......Speaking of this, Li Xianle reacted: "You mean, there is a problem with my gourd bottle? This is impossible, you look at the shape of the vessel, the glaze, the green material, the painter, the style, which one has the problem?"

Meng Zitao said helplessly: "Brother Li, I usually see you are quite shrewd, why do you make a mistake?"

"Confused?" Li Xianle was stunned and said, "I said you clearly, even if I want to die, I have to die clearly, right?"

Meng Zitao asked, "Let me ask you, what is the figure painting on your gourd bottle?"

"It should be the Eight Immortals...... Let's go," Li Xianle gradually reacted.

"And what about the Four Immortals?" Meng Zitao asked.

OR ...... Maybe I was negligent at the time, right?" Li Xianle stammered, and after a while, he was covered in white sweat.

Meng Zitao sneered: "Hey, negligence, do you believe this?"

Li Xianle was still reluctant to give up: "But why does this thing look right?"

Meng Zitao said: "You already have the answer in your heart, and you still come to ask me? This is not clear, is it just a splicing product? You use a magnifying glass to look at the connection in the middle of the gourd bottle." ”

As he spoke, he put the magnifying glass on the table, and Li Xianle hurriedly took it in his hand and looked at it, the more he looked at it, the paler his face became.

Meng Zitao shook his head, yes, this thing is really well spliced, but in the final analysis, this matter is Li Xianle's own problem, if it weren't for the greed in his heart, how could he not even see this flaw.

After a long time, Li Xianle came back to his senses and sighed: "Hey, as the old saying goes, you can't live if you do your own evil, I really did it myself!"

Meng Zitao patted him on the shoulder: "Anyway, your thing is also an imitation of the Republic of China, and it is not worth much." There is a saying that Seon lost his horse, and he knows the blessings and misfortunes, maybe, you will be lucky in a few days and pick up a big leak?"

"Come on, I'm just going to be poor, and I don't want to pick up the leaks. Li Xianle sighed: "Let's go back to work honestly." ”

After saying that, he packed up his things, said hello, and left with a melancholy face.

Meng Zitao shook his head, picked up the pen and notebook, and continued his previous work. ……

The next morning, Meng Zitao picked up Wang Zhixuan and came to a beautiful villa community in Lingshi.

Under the guidance of Wang Zhixuan, Meng Zitao parked the car at the door of a villa, and when he saw that there was still a car parked at the door, Wang Zhixuan said that there were probably other guests there.

After getting out of the car, Wang Zhixuan stepped forward and rang the doorbell. After a while, a servant came out and opened the door, and after saying hello, he walked in with the two of them.

Because he often came over, Wang Zhixuan was more familiar with the servant, so he asked what kind of guests this person had, and the servant replied that Qiu Zhi had seen it.

Qiu Zhijian is also a well-known calligrapher in Ling City, but it is worse than Qing Wenhua, he and Qing Wenhua are also old friends, and it is normal to come over and visit the door.

However, the servant told them that Qiu Zhi had seen a work by Zhang Daqian, and he was actually here to show off.

Hearing that there were Zhang Daqian's works, Wang Zhixuan's pace was a little faster, and after a while, he and Meng Zitao came to Qing Wenhua's study.

Qing Wenhua is an old man in his seventies, a little short and fat, and his smile is a bit like Maitreya, when he saw Wang Zhixuan coming in, his eyes lit up, and he beckoned to Wang Zhixuan and said, "Xiao Wang, come over quickly, help me see if this painting is right." ”

At this time, a bald old man next to him said: "Hey, I said Lao Qing, you know that President Wang will come over, and you actually bet with me, you are really shameless! ”

"Old Qiu, are you scared?" Qiu Zhi said with a smile.

Qiu Zhijian sneered: "What do you mean I'm afraid, my old Qiu is so old, I never know the word 'afraid'"

Qing Wenhua said reluctantly: "Since this is the case, then why don't you dare to agree?"

Qiu Zhijian said: "It's obviously a bet between the two of us, why do you want to involve others." You're the one who got the skin first. ”

Qing Wenhua said slyly: "But when we made a bet just now, we didn't say that we couldn't ask for foreign aid, right?"

Qiu Zhijian snorted coldly: "You Laipi!"

"You're just a laipi!"

"You Rippy!"

"You're just a laipi!"

"You Rippy!"

"Raippi ......"

Looking at the two old men who are nearly one hundred and fifty years old, in front of themselves, you say a word to me, arguing like a child, Meng Zitao couldn't help laughing, the so-called old child, that's what it looks like.

At this time, Qiu Zhijian saw the smile on the corner of Meng Zitao's mouth, and said coldly: "Boy, what are you laughing at? Don't you think our two old men are very funny?"

"Uh......" Meng Zitao was speechless, and said in his heart, I didn't laugh either, but I couldn't just smile a little?

Qing Wenhua said angrily: "Hey, you are seventy or eighty people, and you are actually angry with young people, no wonder the word 'disrespect for the old' is often mentioned in society now, it is a person like you!"

"What are you talking about, old fellow!"

Qiu Zhi glared fiercely, and Qing Wenhua was not to be outdone.

Seeing that the two of them were a little angry, Wang Zhixuan hurriedly started to be a peacemaker, and it took a while of persuasion to stabilize the emotions of the two.

Qing Wenhua sneered: "Lao Qiu, you just protect your things, what is fake is fake, it will never be true!"

Qiu Zhi said angrily: "What you say is fake is fake." ”

"You have a kind of letting Xiao Wang see!" Qing Wenhua smiled coldly: "I don't think you dare, right?"

"What don't you dare!" Qiu Zhijian pointed at Meng Zitao and said, "You, are you right to say what I said!"

Qing Wenhua hurriedly said: "Hey, Lao Qiu, aren't you difficult for a strong man?"

Qiu Zhijian said: "Hey, no one has said yes or no, how do you know that it is difficult for a strong man?"

Seeing everyone looking at him, Meng Zitao said a little shyly: "I'm not good at painting and calligraphy appraisal, but I can see a little problem with this painting." ”

Seeing that Qiu Zhijian's face had changed, Qing Wenhua hurriedly smiled and asked, "What's the problem?"

"The paper is wrong. Meng Zitao said: "If this painting is genuine, then it should be made by 'Dafengtang' Jiajiang paper." ”

Speaking of which, he told you the origin of the "Dafeng Tang Made" Jiajiang paper.

In the summer and autumn of 1939, Zhang Dagan, who lived in Shudu, was anxious to raise funds for going to Dunhuang and prepare paper and paint. As everyone knows, there is a huge city of Chengdu, and it is impossible to buy rice paper for painting.

It turned out that the rice paper used at that time had been cut off from its source due to the war of aggression against China. At that time, this famous painter in the prime of life could not help but sigh: "In ancient times, Luoyang paper was expensive and could be bought, but now I can't buy painting paper with money;

One day, he suddenly saw a newspaper notice, which claimed that due to the lack of paper during the war, newspapers and periodicals should be printed on local local paper.

The so-called "soil paper" is a kind of handmade paper produced in Jiajiang. Zhang Daqian bought some clay paper and went home to try it, but the effect of ink and pen movement was not satisfactory.

He wondered: Can Jiajiang rice paper be improved to produce a kind of rice paper that is suitable for writing and painting? Later, he asked his close friend Yan Jiyuan to discuss. After discussion, the two decided to go to Jiajiang for a field trip.

Later, after many experiments, Zhang Daqian finally made the paper he wanted, which is now Jiajiang Chinese painting paper. In order to prevent others from imitating his own paintings, Zhang Daqian also ingeniously asked the craftsmen to weave "Shu Notes" in the center of the paper curtain and the words "Made in Dafengtang" at both ends.

The rice paper copied from this kind of bamboo curtain, as long as it is lit up, the marks of "Shu Paper" and "Dafeng Hall" will be revealed.