Meng Zitao pointed to the things on the shelf and asked, "Professor Jiang, can I take a look at this wood carving?"

Professor Jiang looked up and motioned for Meng Zitao to be casual.

Meng Zitao walked over and took a closer look, judging from the pulp and other aspects, this wood carving should have been newly carved for a long time, the key is that the content of the carving is similar to the imitation Juran paintings seen before, and there must be some kind of relationship between them. This is what attracted Mencius.

So, Meng Zitao asked, "Professor Jiang, is it convenient to tell me the origin of this wood carving?"

"It was given to me by a patient's family, and I heard that he carved it himself, and I think it is of a very high level. ”

"The level is really high, can you tell me the contact information of this family member, I am very interested in his work. ”

"Wait until I'll find it. ”

Professor Jiang opened the drawer, took out a business card holder, rummaged through it for a while, and pulled out a business card: "It's him." ”

Meng Zitao hurriedly took out a pen and paper and wrote down the person's contact information.

Professor Jiang thought of something and hurriedly said: "According to the patient's family, he is ready to go home for development, you contact him as soon as possible to see if he is still in Wenling." ”

Meng Zitao expressed his gratitude, and hurriedly called the phone on the business card, and the phone rang for a while, and finally someone picked it up, but it was a young woman who spoke, the niece of the carver, and she said that the carver had gone home, and if she wanted to find him, she had to go to the Hidden Yang City in the Central Plains.

After all, the wood carving of Yinyang City is also relatively famous in China, which brings together a variety of artistic elements, integrating tradition, regionality, folklore, abstraction, exaggeration as a whole, with thick and concise as the main style, with rich connotation, unique style and strong cultural charm of the Central Plains.

Meng Zitao asked for the contact information of the carver, and prepared to visit him after he returned from the sea.

After thanking Professor Jiang, Meng Zitao said goodbye and left, and returned to the hotel with the army to rest.

When he returned to the hotel from the hospital, it was already early in the morning, and Meng Zitao slept for a few hours in order to recover his strength, and it was already noon when he got up.

Meng Zitao went downstairs to fill his stomach, during which he received a call from a colleague in the department, saying that he had investigated and inquired about the iron skin, and his situation was basically clear.

In addition, Iron Sheet also confessed the clues of several gangs that robbed tombs and illegally obtained cultural relics, which was very helpful for the arrest.

At the end of the report, the colleague told Meng Zitao that Wang Huaguang's defrauded money had already been settled, and Wang Huaguang could deal with it.

So, after ending the call with his colleagues in the department, Meng Zitao contacted Wei Cunshi, asked him to inform Wang Huaguang, and told Wei Cunshi that even if Tie Pi did not die this time, he would have to stay in prison until he was old.

When Wei Cunshi learned the news, he was very happy and invited Meng Zitao to visit his house today to show his gratitude.

Considering that there was nothing to do in the afternoon, Meng Zitao agreed.

After lunch, the army also woke up, Meng Zitao waited for him to eat, and the two came to Wei Cunshi's house by car.

When he saw Wei Cunshi again, he obviously felt that he was very excited, and as soon as Meng Zitao said hello, he was pulled to the living room to understand the situation.

There were so many injuries and deaths, this matter will come out sooner or later, except for the shark skin, Meng Zitao did not hide much, and briefly told the story of the incident, of course, in the end, he warned the Wei family not to spread this matter nonsense.

Knowing that there was a shootout and that there were dead people, the family was quite surprised, and at the same time knew that this kind of thing had nothing to do with ordinary people, just understand it, but it couldn't be passed out of their mouths, which could be regarded as seeking advantages and avoiding disadvantages.

After everyone sighed, Wei Shanan said: "Teacher Meng, I wanted to give you a painting yesterday to thank you for your teaching, but the painting was borrowed by a friend of mine and not returned to me, so I didn't have time to give it to you. ”

As he spoke, he pushed a calligraphy and painting brocade box in front of Meng Zitao.

Meng Zitao hurriedly said politely: "Old Wei, don't be so polite, let's just communicate, I just talk about some of my own experience, and the gift is not necessary." ”

"No, as the old saying goes, experience is priceless, your experience can save me a lot of detours, I can't buy a thousand dollars, I give you a gift to show gratitude, that's too much. ”

Wei Shanan continued: "Besides, this painting was actually given to me by people when I went to the countryside and returned to the city a few years ago, and it is not worth much. ”

As he spoke, he took out the calligraphy works in the brocade box, the unique paper, the rare pen and ink, Mencius recognized it at a glance: "This is the gold clay scripture written on the blue paper?"

Due to the looting of war and the obsolescence of history, we have a mysterious and unfamiliar sense of writing scriptures on gold clay paper today. In ancient times, it was also known as blue paper, blue paper, blue paper, green rattan paper, blue paper, crow green paper, after the Ming and Qing dynasties, it was commonly known as magnetic green paper, porcelain green paper, because of its color like the blue glaze of Xuande blue and white porcelain.

The cyan paper is made of mulberry paper, dyed with indigo dye into a dark cyan, and then calendered. The Ming Dynasty collector Xiang Zijing said in "Nine Records of Banana Window": "Magnetic green paper, such as satin, is tough and treasureable. ”

The gold clay scripture on the blue paper is as beautiful as satin, and the gold clay has endured for thousands of years, overflowing with color and streamer, so it is still important to people. However, the manufacturing process of cyanotic paper is complicated, and the gold clay is expensive to use, so the cyanine paper gold clay scripture has been a treasure that people have been vying to collect since ancient times.

According to the Ming Dynasty's "Miscellaneous Records of Wan Agency", in the twentieth year of Wanli (1592), a piece of magnetic green paper was worth one penny of silver, and at that time, one penny of silver could buy two bottles of soju or ten catties of white noodles. According to records, at that time, paper sales were generally priced at 100 dimensional units, but the price of cyan paper was denominated in units of 1 sheet. Therefore, cyanotic paper is actually the most expensive paper, and it is the top scripture writing paper that can only be collected by princes and princes, wealthy merchants, and literati and celebrities.

It is precisely because of this that the replacement of the black paper and gold clay writing experience is extremely rare, and it is even more rare to pass down to the present, so it has become the object of collectors' collection.

This piece of blue paper and gold clay scripture writing work, above it is written in small block letters "Buddha for the Sea Dragon King Saying Sutra", this short but classic Buddhist scripture.

The calligraphy of the work can be described as a broad and broad word, vertical and complementary, the line of writing is vigorous, with clumsy ingenuity, as if there is a miracle, indicating that the author's calligraphy level has also reached a certain level, but because there is no content such as the author's inscription, the author has no way to know.

But in any case, this piece of gold clay scripture writing on blue paper is still quite precious, and in terms of its size and calligraphy level, Mencius Tao gave it a conservative estimate of about 300,000 yuan.

If the relationship is particularly close, like between him and Shu Ze, Shu Ze gave him a work like this, he would definitely not say anything, but Wei Shanan gave it to him, and he would not accept it.

"Old Wei, this is too valuable, I can't accept it. Meng Zitao excused.

Wei Shanan disagreed: "Teacher Meng, don't be so polite, I really didn't lie to you, this painting was indeed given to me by someone else." ”

Meng Zitao waved his hand: "These are two different things, I conservatively estimate the value of this calligraphy and painting to be about 300,000, if you must give it to me, I am willing to pay for it, can you see it?"

"Ah, 300,000, you're not mistaken, right?" Wei Shanan's family were shocked when they heard the price.

"How could I be mistaken. Meng Zitao smiled, and then explained the price factor of this work.

"Uh......" Wei Shanan was a little stunned, he looked at the writing again, obviously not coming back to his senses.

Wei Shanan's wife spoke: "I didn't expect that the old village chief of the village where you went to the countryside valued you so much, and such precious words were given to you." ”

Wei Shanan said with some pride: "That is, if you were a famous desperate Sanyang in the countryside at the beginning, there is basically nothing that cannot be done. ”

The old lady sneered: "Yes, don't you always say that the old village chief wants to marry his daughter to you? ”

Wei Shanan said angrily: "The old village chief's daughters have grandchildren, you mother-in-law, what kind of flying vinegar do you eat." Besides, the old village chief shouldn't have known that this painting was precious, otherwise you think he would give it to me?"

"Hmph!" the old lady snorted coldly, stood up, and said as she walked, "Who knows what the hell is going on, anyway, I only know that you have to go there two or three times a year." ”

Wei Shanan was speechless: "The old village chief took good care of me at the beginning, and he is almost 100 years old, and he will be one year less in a year, so what's wrong with me visiting him several times a year? This old woman is too small to say!"

Speaking of this, he saw his son snickering beside him, and glared fiercely: "What are you laughing at! The son of the daughter of the village chief is still younger than you, and he has a son, what about you!"

When asked about the major events of his life, Wei Cunshi had no tricks, coughed, picked up the teacup and drank it in small sips, like an ostrich buried in a sand pit.

Meng Zitao laughed secretly a few times and changed the topic: "Old Wei, what do you think of the opinion I just made?"

"What opinion?" Wei Shanan didn't react for a while, and then said: "You said transfer, this is ......"

Seeing that Wei Shanan was a little hesitant, Meng Zitao said, "Old Wei, no matter what you decide, I have no opinion. ”

"Teacher Meng, don't get me wrong. Wei Shanan hurriedly explained: "I originally thought that this character was worth one or two thousand at most now, so there was no pressure in my heart, but now that I know that it is so valuable, I am not so at ease in my heart." So I want to return it to the old village chief, I hope you can understand. ”

Meng Zitao smiled and said that it didn't matter, and to be honest, he admired Wei Shanan a lot, and in this case, he actually wanted to return the work.

"Teacher Meng, you wait a while, and I'll go get a calligraphy work again. ”

Before Wei Shanan could react, he got up and turned back to the room, and Meng Zitao didn't have time to call him.

Wei Cunshi smiled: "Teacher Meng, you just let him be, his temper is like this, to put it mildly, don't hit the south wall and don't look back." ”

Since this is the case, Meng Zitao will not say more.

After chatting for a while, Wei Shanan came back again, this time he did not come back with a calligraphy work, but with a piece of ink.

This piece of ink is oval, the edge is convex, the inner knowledge of the gold back pattern is a week, and the central regular script is filled with gold "Imperial Wenyuan Pavilion Poems: The four libraries collect a vast number of books, forming a layer of pavilions to be waiting for the garden. It is said that everything is prepared, and Xie Fu is along the wave to seek the source. The spring writes the fine canal and falls into the swamp, and the forest protects the court gate according to the winding path. The beautiful scenery of Ningtu increases the appreciation, and the Tao is saved in the text. Minister Peng Yuanrui respects the book. "The landscape is stenciled and painted on the other side. This ingot ink should be one of the four library Wenge poetry collections.

Wei Shanan said with a smile: "I think about it, send a calligraphy work to you, the value is too high, I can't afford to send it, but if it's too low, it doesn't mean much to you, I think I'll give you a piece of ink, I hope your calligraphy level is high, and you can write more immortal chapters with it." ”

This piece of Wenyuan Pavilion ink belongs to the Qing Dynasty court ink, the quality is not to say, the current value should be about fifteen thousand, therefore, it is almost suitable for Meng Zitao, and he did not shirk much, so he politely accepted it.

"There is a way to exchange courtesies, so I'll use it to write a work for you. Meng Zitao said with a smile.

"Didn't I take advantage of it?" Wei Shanan was a little embarrassed.

"For me, it's just a gesture. Meng Zitao smiled and said that it was okay, and asked Wei Shanan to prepare the paper and inkstone.

Half an hour later, under Wei Shanan's intoxicated gaze, Meng Zitao wrote the famous poem "Man Jianghong" in cursive, which is also Wei Shanan's own choice of poems.

"It's worth it, it's really worth it!" Wei Shanan looked at the calligraphy works on the table, and he was a little excited to himself.

At this time, someone knocked on the door, and after a while, Wang Huaguang, who was full of red light, came in, and as soon as he saw Meng Zitao, he thanked Meng Zitao again and again, and Meng Zitao was also polite.

Wei Cunshi looked at Wang Huaguang carrying a bag in his hand, and there were still some living creatures moving in the bag, so he asked curiously, "Uncle Wang, what are you holding in your hand?"

"Well, this is it. But Wang Huaguang took out a young bird from the bag.

Wei Cunshi was no stranger to ordinary birds, and recognized them at a glance: "Uh, isn't this Hubula?"

Hubula is another name for the common bird shrike, which is an insectivorous bird whose main characteristics are a large, strong beak with a hook and notch at the tip of the upper beak, slightly resembling an eagle's beak. The wings are short and rounded, usually convex tail-shaped. The feet are strong and the toes are hooked.

The shrike is ferocious and eats various insects such as small beasts, birds, lizards, and other animals. Most of them inhabit hilly and open woodlands. It often perches on the top of trees, hunts on the ground, and returns to branches after catching, and often hangs its prey on a thorny tree, and with the help of tree thorns, kills it, tears it up and eats it, so some people call it a butcher bird.

Wei Shanan said, "You can't dig it up from the tree, right?" ”

"You're so bored that you go out into the trees and dig up this bird!"

Wang Huaguang glanced at it, and then said: "This is caught by a group of children downstairs by you, I thought they were going to be killed, so I asked them to come over." ”