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"Well, I didn't rejoice in seeing your guests. The courtyard of the two masters is dilapidated, so they quickly move to the main hall to sit and rest. After that, the man put on a smiling face and hurriedly led Jia Yu and Song Shichao into the house.

Entering the house, there was a musty and sour smell on his face, Jia Yu wrinkled his nose, and looked around, this room should be the best room in this courtyard, even if it is the best, it is the tallest among the short. The house is white and grounded, there is no calligraphy and painting, the wall skin is mottled in many places, there are cracks on the north wall, and there are many traces of penicillium in the corner, such a house is moldy, dark and tide, even if there is really antique calligraphy and painting, it will not be good to go. This calligraphy and painting is most afraid of damp mold.

In the middle of the room, there is a table of eight immortals, two Taishi chairs, and on one side there is a Zhang Tiao case, which is covered with paper, ink, pen and inkstone. There is also a bookcase with a few books on it. The people who behold this room must have read too.

"Please sit down, and I'll make you two a cup of tea." The man said with a smile.

"You don't have to be busy, and I'm not here for tea. Today is for Shu Suti, and you go and get it and come to see us. Song Shichao was impatient and directly explained his intentions.

Hearing this, the man stopped, and continued to laugh and say: "Master Song, it's not the first time you've come, you know the rules here, and you've seen this Shu Su post a few times, and you've seen it again today?" ”

"Where do you get so much talk? When the master came, he wanted to read the words. You're still afraid that your lord will look down on you. After that, Song Shichao reached out of his sleeve and found a silver ingot and slapped it on the table, "That's enough, don't grind anymore, quickly get the words." ”

When the man saw the silver, his eyes narrowed with laughter. He hurriedly took the silver and put it in his bosom, and turned to take the words. Jia Yu looked at the freshness, why did this place take a look at the money, this business is good, just don't sell it, someone looks at it a few times a day, and the money will come.

"That's the rule here." Song Shichao explained to Jia Yu: "Look at things for one person and five taels per person. ”

"That's a good business." Jia Yu said with a smile: "It's better to go back like this, and we will also take a few pieces of antique calligraphy and draw them, so that everyone can see them, and we can charge according to the person." Didn't you say earlier that it's not easy to make a living, isn't that a good trick? ”

"Alright, Brother Enhou, don't make fun of me. Isn't it because I really like the words? ”

"Do you really like it? I don't believe it, I'm afraid that you want to buy this word for a different purpose. ”

"Brother Enhou, you are a smart person, why bother to break this matter." Song Shichao smiled, "Today, I also ask Brother Enhou to help take a closer look." ”

"That's nature." Jia Yu responded with his mouth, but in his heart he was already worthless for the ten taels of silver just now, and he muttered to himself in his heart, I don't know what kind of demon this Song Shi is heading towards, what antique calligraphy and paintings he came to find here, if he can really see it, it will be surprising.

After a while, the man went and returned, and this time he came back with a tray in his hand, and a burden on the tray, which he held carefully. I went inside and put the tray on the case. He quickly removed all the things on the long case, and then carefully unwrapped the package.

Jia Yu and Song Shichao also got up, standing behind the man and staring at the package in his hand. I saw that the man opened the package three layers, took out a package of oiled paper, and unwrapped the package, and then saw a stacked silk book. The man lightly unfolded the silk tome. Jia Yu's eyes couldn't help but widen.

"Two masters, please appreciate."

This is indeed not the real handwriting, but the handwriting on this silk is the same as the copy of the one in his father-in-law's house. Although Jia Yu had thought of this possibility when he came, he really saw it with his own eyes, but it was still a little unbelievable. How could there be such a coincidence in this world?

"Brother Enhou, how about you tell me about this painting?" Seeing that Jia Yu had not been open, Song Shichao urged.

Jia Yu came back to his senses, smiled, and asked without answering Song Shichao's question: "How many times have you watched it, what do you think?" ”

Song Shichao looked at the word and said: "This strength is strong, but it is also flexible." Eight-sided strike, swaying freely, is really a good product. ”

Hearing what he said, Jia Yu also nodded and said, "It's a good product, why don't you accept it?" Do you have to repeat it many times? ”

"Brother Enhou came to laugh at me again, why do you bother to ask if you know the reason?" Song Shichao pretended to have a face.

Jia Yu didn't say anything more, just smiled, and looked at the man standing aside with his hands: "Where did you come from this calligraphy?" ”

The man smiled and said, "This master, when you buy words, you say you buy words, what do you care about how I came to do this post?" ”

"Naturally, I want to ask clearly, this Shu Suti is quite precious, and it is not easy to pass it on to this day, if the origin of this thing is unknown, wouldn't it be defiled. Besides, you don't look like a descendant of an official eunuch at home. Naturally, this thing needs to be asked. ”

"This Jia Ye is worried that this thing is a thief. I will tell you today that this object is really handed down from our ancestors. But it was not passed on to our own family, but to one of my cousins. He loves it like a treasure, and he never leaves the object, and he longs to stick it to his body and grow it on his body. But what can I do if I love again, I have tuberculosis and I will die. When he was gone, he had no children, and the closest person was my brother, and the thing was passed on to me. The man paused and said, "

I also know that this thing is noble, but I can't change it from eating to wearing it wherever I put it. Two years ago, my hometown was hit by a drought, and I wanted to come to the capital to join my relatives and make a living, so it was easy to get to Beijing, but I didn't find any relatives, and I didn't get entangled when I went back. It was also a reluctance to sell a few valuable items. I bought two acres of thin fields and bought this house. It's also just enough to chew on. Now that this child is going to school and will marry a wife in the future, this house really needs to be repaired, how can he leave the money? Only then did I have no choice but to move the idea of selling this word. The man was telling the truth, and at the end he rolled up the corners of his clothes with his hands and touched the corners of his eyes.

"The capital is difficult, why don't you go back to your hometown, there is more or less a response." Jia Yu asked.

"My family is a small family, and my cousin's family has some money, but he is sick again. Where you can afford it, the gold and silver mountains can't be consumed by a medicine mountain, and the family wealth will be lost in a few years. Most of the remaining relatives and friends are too busy to take care of themselves, and it is a great luck to be well fed and clothed. In the past two years, there have been disasters again, and it is even worse. I can't bear to trouble them anymore. Let each man take care of each man. The man let out a long sigh.

Jia Yu was touched in his heart when he heard these words, although these ordinary people have heard of the difficult world, they have rarely seen it with their own eyes. The day before yesterday, Lao Taishan also said that people should not be too stubborn, and it is not worth guarding dead objects. Seeing this today, it is better to sell this thing for some money and food than to keep it hard. But then again, this Shu Su post is not genuine. After all, I came here today to answer a friend's appointment, and if I truthfully said that this thing was a fake, I wouldn't want to come to Song Shichao. But I know it's fake and I don't break it, it's even more wrong. Not only did he live up to his friends' trust, but he was also sorry for his eyesight. Jia Yu was a little embarrassed.

"Brother Enhou, what do you think of this thing?" Song Shichao asked.

"This handwriting is good, but it's a pity that it's ......" Jia Yu paused.

"Is this really a fake?" Song Shichao sighed and looked at the painting again. Jia Yu's words immediately caused the seller's dissatisfaction, and he immediately pushed the two of them away from the two of them, stood in front of the silk book, and said angrily: "I also respect your two masters, I have seen the world." But if you don't want to buy it, you don't want to buy it, so why slander my baby. Tell me how this word is a fake? Tell me about it! ”

Originally, Jia Yu had a later word, but he was interrupted by Song Shichao as soon as he started to say this, he said it directly, but he directly slapped the words to death, leaving no room for himself to be roundabout.

"This painting is not genuine," as soon as Jia Yu said this, it immediately made the seller glare, and Jia Yu suddenly said: "Although it is not a genuine handwriting, it is also a copy from the hand of a famous artist, and it is still good." ”

"A facsimile? Hum! The seller snorted angrily: "Look at the chapter, where is the momentum of this word imitated instinctively." If you don't know the goods, you say you don't know the goods. ”

If it was on weekdays, where would Jia Yu be willing to bother to talk more. It was only because this silk post should be another copy of the old man's copy, that Jia Yu said a few more words: "Don't worry." I said that this thing is a copy, and I have my own reasons. Shu Su Ti is named because it is written on this Shu silk, and the black silk fence on this silk is also woven. This silk is really hard to come by, although it still exists today, but it is indeed different from the ancient system. The ancient system is woven into a fence with red and black, the red is the vermilion silk fence, and the black is the black silk fence. Now the system is luxurious, and a gold thread is added to this red and black color. There is a golden glitter in the black silk column in your handwriting, which is really woven in this day. That's why I say that this object is not genuine. ”

As soon as these words came out, both of them were stupid, Song Shichao hurriedly leaned forward to take a closer look, and after looking at it for a long time, he got up and sighed: "Brother Enhou has good eyesight, if you don't look closely, I really can't see that there is such a mystery in this black silk column." ”

Jia Yu thought to himself, don't talk about you, even I don't know. If he hadn't gone to Zhang's Mansion again, how would he have known about this. However, if you only talk about this silk book, it is naturally better to weave it today, and the old man also said that because one is to be handed over to the palace, in order to obtain the same effect as the original post, but it took a lot of effort to find this silk.

"If there is a gold thread, it is fake, but I think it is true if there is a gold thread." The seller argued.

"In addition, although there are traces of old in this silk album, the handwriting looks new. In addition, this ink is also different from the ancient system. Jia Yu clicked on the silk album and said, "But this thing is indeed imitated by famous artists." ”

"And who is this imitator? Also a celebrity of the previous dynasty? Do you see how much is it worth if it is an imitation? Song Shichao asked on the side.

"Not a celebrity of the previous dynasty, but a celebrity of the present dynasty. Coincidentally, my father-in-law copied two of them. I've seen one of them, and when I see it today, I think seven of it is from the hand of my old Taishan. According to today's brushwork fee, this painting is worth about 2,000 taels. ”

"Two thousand taels? Hahahaha. The seller laughed, "I said, why do you keep saying that my painting is a fake!" I see, I just think my offer of 20,000 taels is too high. ”

Jia Yu shook his head again and again when he heard this, if it was a genuine work, naturally 20,000 taels would not be high. But how could this be a facsimile worth that amount? Besides, he also looked at the face of his father-in-law and reported the silver money higher.

The seller put away the silk book, wrapped it in oil paper again, wrapped it layer by layer with a wrapper, put the object in his arms, and said to Jia Yu and Song Shichao: "Two masters, I see this today." Since you said that my post is not genuine. It's useless for me to say anything. This treasure still has to be sold and appreciated. Otherwise, don't say I'm sorry for myself, and I'm sorry for this baby. Two masters, let's go, let's go, I won't send it away. ”

This is really the first time that Jia Yu has been ordered to be evicted by such a person. Naturally, he was also angry, turned around and brushed his sleeves away. This Song Shichao naturally followed out.

Seeing Jia Yu's face with a sullen face, Song Shichao said: "Thank you for your guidance today, otherwise I would have spent a lot of money." ”

"Actually, it's not bad to talk about this word alone." Jaypardyton paused.

"Yes, Mr. Zhang's calligraphy is really good, but I still want to get into the real thing." Song Shichao nodded, and turned his head to look at Jia Yu: "It's Lao Yueshan's handwriting, why don't you take it and send it to the old man." ”

Jia Yu sighed and said: "That person believes that it is a genuine work, how can he be willing to sell it at a low price, I am afraid that if I say it again, I will think that I am deliberately trying to lower the price." ”