"Let's let the old man talk about it......" Although the Manchu army had the intention to help the fat man explain, the old man in front of him was obviously an expert, and if he said that allusion, he would be suspected of being a showman, and he was too preoccupied. ◇↓

"This uncle, what's going on?" The fat man looked at the old man curiously, and Fang Yi, who was lying on the hospital bed, also raised his head, obviously arousing his curiosity.

"How many of you, have you heard of Tang Yin?" the old man did not answer the fat man's words, but asked.

"Tang Yin (Yin), who is this? I have a comrade-in-arms named Tang Yang......" The fat man looked at Sanpao with a blank face, but he could see from Sanpao's eyes that this guy probably didn't know who Tang Yin was.

"Fat man, if you don't understand, just say a few words......" Fang Yi, who was lying on the bed, covered his head with his hand, and when the fat man said this, he simply threw people to Fangjia Village.

"Huh, young man, do you know who Tang Yin is?"

Seeing Fang Yi's actions, the old man couldn't help but smile and look over, in fact, when he asked this sentence, the old man didn't expect a few of them young people to answer, after all, the world only knew Tang Bohu, but few people knew that Tang Yin was his real name.

"Old man, the Tang Yin you are talking about is Tang Bohu, right?" Fang Yi nodded and said: "Tang Yin is a famous painter, calligrapher and poet in the Ming Dynasty, but his luck is not good, and his poems are mostly sung by Fireworks Alley, but he is not as famous as his calligraphy and paintings......

Although Fang Yi's master is sloppy and delicious, it is undeniable that his Chinese language skills are extremely profound, and when Fang Yi was three or four years old, he taught him to recite the Four Books and Five Classics, and even taught Fang Yi the knowledge of humanistic allusions from all dynasties.

So don't look at Fang Yi who hasn't gone to school, he may not know much about mathematics and physics, but when it comes to history and Chinese, I'm afraid that he is a professional graduate student in the university, and he may not understand more than Fang Yi, as soon as he heard the word Tang Yin, Fang Yi knew who the old man was talking about.

"Tang Bohu, Tang Bohu, I know......"

Hearing Fang Yi say that Tang Yin was Tang Bohu, the fat man suddenly became excited, and said: "I have seen the movie Tang Bohu ordering autumn fragrance, isn't he one of the four great talents in Jiangnan......?"

"Fatty, those are anecdotes, they don't deserve to be ......"

Fang Yi shook his head speechlessly, the Chinese language he learned from the old Taoist priest was all official history, and he naturally knew that there was no such thing as Tang Bohu ordering autumn incense in history, if it was Tang Bohu who lit the Oiran in Fireworks Lane, it would still have some credibility.

"You're right, Tang Bohu is really a merry and talented man......" Seeing the fat man's uncontrollable appearance, Man Jun smiled on the side: "There are only two talents in history who can make fireworks women post for free, and one of them is Tang Yin and Tang Bohu......"

"Huh, there is such a powerful character? Boss Man, besides Tang Bohu, who else is there?"

After hearing Manjun's words, the fat man couldn't help but stop laughing, he was a person who had drilled through the small hair salon, knowing that those women definitely recognized money and not people, but he didn't expect that there were women who were willing to do that line of work.

"The other one is Liu Yong of the Song Dynasty, but that person has nothing to do with us......

Man Jun replied casually, as a practitioner of the antique shop, he is also self-taught, and he is very familiar with history, but Liu Yong is only famous for his poetry, and he has not left any handwriting, so the value in his eyes is far inferior to Tang Bohu.

"This one named Liu Yong is also a talent, right?" said the fat man's face was full of yearning.

"Fatty, don't interrupt, let the old man tell the story......" Seeing that the fat man still wanted to ask, Fang Yi hurriedly interrupted him, others are romantic, but if you put the fat man, it will become obscene.

"Hehe, it's not actually a story, it's a real thing......"

The old man smiled and said: "The Jiangnan mentioned in the Song Dynasty is the area of Suzhou and Hangzhou, and it is not far from Jinling, so Tang Bohu's calligraphy and painting have been circulated a lot in these areas, and in the early years, it was not very valuable, and a fan like this is about a few thousand yuan......

"Then how is it worth tens of thousands now?" Hearing the old man talk about money, the fat man's mind finally broke away from the fireworks alley.

"This matter starts with what happened a few years ago...... the old man took a sip of water from the cup before getting up, and told Fang Yi and the others about something that was almost known to everyone in the Jinling antique circle.

As the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, the cultural atmosphere of Jinling has always been very strong, there are many people who love antique collections, and many people have no shortage of fine products in their hands, but because the turmoil more than 20 years ago burned too many calligraphy and painting cultural relics, so there are also many people who keep their collections secret and press them under their own boxes.

There is an old professor in Jinling University who has a hobby of collecting calligraphy and painting on his ancestors, and when it was passed on to his generation, there were more than 30 works of Tang Bohu, and in that turbulent era, these calligraphy and paintings were built by the old professor in the mezzanine of the wall, so that they could be preserved.

After the turmoil was over, the old professor secretly took out the calligraphy and paintings, but he was afraid that these things would be remembered, so he pressed them under hundreds of professional books and piled them up in the corner of the study, and even his son didn't know much.

The old professor lost his wife in middle age, and after recovering his work treatment, he fell in love with a rural aunt who worked as a nanny in his own house, and the two lived together.

The old professor suffered a stroke in the last few years of his life, and he was paralyzed in bed and could not speak, and when he died, he could only point to the book in the study, which meant that it was left to the aunt who accompanied him.

But what the old professor couldn't expect was that the wife he finally found had no culture, and he was a little sad to look at those books every day, so a few days after the old professor died, he found a person who collected garbage and waste, and sold all those books, including the calligraphy and paintings that the old professor mixed in, by the pound.

What's worse is that the old man who collects the waste is also uneducated, and when he goes back to sort out the waste, he finds dozens of yellowed calligraphy and paintings, because many calligraphy and paintings are written on rice paper, the old man feels that these things are not easy to sell, so when he is cooking, he uses it to burn them.

Originally, these things that the parties did not know should have disappeared from the world, but the son of the old professor accidentally came into contact with an antique dealer after his father's death for a period of time, and that person was also a player who collected calligraphy and paintings.

In the midst of the chat, the old professor's son suddenly remembered that his father seemed to have left some rare books and other objects, so he took the friend to his father's house, and when he asked, he learned that all those books had been sold by his stepmother.

After rummaging through the cabinets at home, although he did not find a single calligraphy and painting, the old professor's son found some of his father's notes, and after reading those notes, he learned that his father had dozens of calligraphy and paintings of famous Ming Dynasty masters.

In the mid-nineties, although the price of antique calligraphy and painting was not very high, but dozens of famous calligraphy and painting combined, I am afraid that its value will be more than one million.

The case involving more than one million dollars was listed as a big case at that time, and the old man who collected waste in the suburbs was quickly found, but under questioning, the result was that the old professor's son beat his chest and almost fainted on the spot.

The calligraphy and paintings that have survived hundreds of years of war and have been preserved unharmed were actually burned in peacetime, not to mention the son of the old professor, even the policemen who handled the case felt a pity, but this thing had happened, and they couldn't even hold the old man responsible.

Later, after sorting out the old professor's notes, the old professor's son listed the burned calligraphy and paintings, including 35 paintings of Tang Bohu's calligraphy and paintings, six authentic paintings of Zhu Zhishan, and a hand-paste of Wen Zhengming in his later years, all of which are extremely precious antique calligraphy and paintings.

After the news came out, it immediately caused a sensation in the antique circles of the whole country, and the price of Tang Bohu's calligraphy and painting works, which was not a small number of people in the world, rose a lot at once, and once caused a price without a market, and very few collectors were willing to sell Tang Bohu's works.

It's like this fan received by the boss, the normal price is actually between 10,000 and 20,000, but no one wants to sell it, if you really meet someone you like, you can sell it for at least more than 50,000 yuan, which can be regarded as the light of that thing.

"A million, it's ...... Just a fire burned down?"

After hearing the old man tell him about this, the fat man's eyes almost popped out, as far as he knew, a house in the city was only fifty or sixty thousand yuan, and if he could have one million, it would be enough to save money in the bank for interest in this life.

"It's a pity......"

The old man also sighed, looked at the fan, and suddenly said to the Manjun: "This "Look at the Plum Picture" is a masterpiece of Tang Bohu's works, I don't know if you are willing to sell it? Old man, I am a little interested in this......

"Huh, you want?"

Man Jun was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and said with some hesitation: "I won't tell you, I'm here to do business, and I was supposed to sell it, but I made an appointment with someone to see it later, and I can't be untrustworthy......"

"Did that person make a bid? If this thing doesn't get his hands on, can the old man make a bid?"

Hearing Manjun's words, the old man laughed, according to the rules of the antique shop, when someone is looking at something, others can't rush to bid, but the other party just made an appointment to see it, and it was not at the scene, so the old man had these words.

"That's not a bad rule...... Man Jun thought for a moment, and then said: "Otherwise, you always make a price, if the price over there is not as high as what you give, I will give it back to you, what do you think?"