Zhao Jiuniang knew the name of this painting, and was surprised when she heard that Xia Su said that it was fabricated, "Can ...... But how do you know that "Stone Spring" is made up out of thin air? ”

Xia Su ate silently. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

Zhao Qinghe raised his eyes and smiled, "Jiuniang, those things in ancient calligraphy and paintings, you should listen to them as anecdotes, don't think too deeply." Even Su Niang is so talented, she can only touch her nose and admit it, do you still want to cry out for Master Shen? ”

Zhao Jiuniang was stunned, "That's not it, it's just that I've never heard of it before, and today I can be regarded as having a long experience." I always thought that dead things like antique calligraphy and paintings couldn't be fake, they couldn't be fake, and I couldn't imagine that they were so tortuous and complicated. ”

"Dead things, but they are also man-made things, they will not be simple." Zhao Qinghe's words had a deep meaning, "Su Niang, after eating, you and I will go out for a walk." ”

Xia Su nodded, and asked Zhao Qinghe again, "Can Jiuniang go together?" ”

Zhao Qinghe shrugged, "The Zhaoqing Temple we are going to, although it is a famous spot in Hangzhou, Jiuniang may not be easy to go out." ”

Zhao Jiuniang looked at the sky, the daylight was already past noon, "I was learning from my aunt to take charge of the food in the house, and I was ready to go out at this time, but it was too late." Don't go, Zhaoqing Temple takes time to go back and forth, go out at the moment, and you can't come back after dark, so it's better to change it to tomorrow. ”

Zhao Qinghe finished eating, washed his hands, and waited for Xia Su to get up, without any thoughts of changing the day, "Jiu Niang studies hard, she wants to be everyone's housewife, and she really can't be lazy and play." But my sister and I walked around the beautiful scenery of a good day, and it was not beautiful at night. It's white in the daylight, and it's not interesting. ”

Xia Su took Zhao Jiuniang's hand apologetically, "If you can get Mrs. Yang's permission, call your husband and go shopping with us at night another day, it will be different." ”

The two left, Zhao Jiuniang was stunned for a long time, thinking that she also went to the night market during the New Year's holidays, only to feel that what they said was interesting and tasteful, which was completely different from her own experience. But she really lacked imagination, and she was about to leave, and the big girl asked if she had brought the box of pearl powder, and her brain hurt in an instant.

Third brother and Su Niang? Wu Er and Su Niang? Why does she feel scared about how she feels?

Poor Zhao Jiuniang thought about it, worried about the left and right, but Zhao Qinghe and Xia Su had no baggage, and arrived at Zhaoqing Temple in the evening and wandered leisurely.

Zhaoqing Temple, the most prosperous is not incense, but the trading market of antique calligraphy and painting, as long as the vision is sharp enough, the silver is enough, and it will never make people go back empty-handed.

In the spring season, there is no difference between day and night, at the foot of the Buddha statue, all living beings are not mediocre, to find a piece of ancient heart that has been handed down to the present.

Xia Su walked with Zhao Qinghe for nearly an hour before entering the Grand View Pavilion of Zhaoqing Temple and resting in the temporarily added tea shop.

The pavilion is almost full, and half of the night market can be seen in the pavilion, and someone in the pavilion shows the Spring and Autumn Zhou Ding he bought tonight, which not only allows everyone to come close to watch, but also invites people with vision to determine the authenticity of the fake.

This is a free world, talking highly, whispering, talking about the truth and falsehood, talking about the past and the present, and coming casually. Those who agree, the Tao is; Those who echo it, applaud; Contradicts, quarrels. But if you have confidence, you can speak.

This is also a unique scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, which is beloved.

The person who bought Zhou Ding, there were more than ten people who came forward to watch, and the person who broke the truth was full of ten, and the person was so dissatisfied that he paid half a tael of tea money, and rushed away. Then, another lord asked the steward to unfold a scroll of paintings, and the Tao was Tang Yin's authentic handiwork, and I asked you to appreciate it.

"Sister, why don't you go up and take a look?" Zhao Qinghe watched it with relish.

How wonderful, hearing Tang Yin, everyone is looking forward to it, but there is no brute elephant crowded forward, from the first row to the back, three or three, twos and threes, waiting for the people in front to return to the table, only to leave the table to see, spontaneously conscious, orderly.

Xia Su glanced at it, and heard many people say that this is crazy, it must be Tang Yin's pen, but he smiled, "The truth has been decided, I don't need to join in the fun." ”

"I thought my sister liked to join in the fun, and every fake painting must be corrected." Zhao Qinghe was a little unexpected.

"How can you tell if it's true or false when it's so far away?" Xia Su held his cheeks, "I have to correct every holiday, unless someone asks me." As for the time when it is not tied to the garden, it is because of the guarantee of the authenticity of the width, and there is no sand in the eyes for a while. ”

"My sister still has this principle." Zhao Qinghe found out that he understood her again.

"Otherwise, when I see someone else say that a fake painting is true, I will come forward and argue? In the world, there are few authentic works and many imitations, and people invest thousands of gold and throw thousands of gold, but there are nine empty out of ten. Since a large amount of silver has been lost, why bother to make people's hearts unhappy. When buying a painting, the most precious thing is that it is good and cruel. ”

If she wants to tell the truth, in the market of Zhaoqing Temple this night, there is no proportion of one real painting in ten paintings.

However, there are many paintings of famous teachers and talents in this dynasty, which are worth collecting, but there is no silver.

As for this guy-

A trace of cold light squeezed out from the corners of Xia Su's eyes.

"Sister, is this despising me?"

But she forgets that someone has a terrible sense of connoisseurship, but a great sense of observation.

"No, I just remembered that you sold your godmother's box painting." It's already so far away, and then whispered, "Don't sell that box in the future......"

"Look, everybody." With a crisp sound, a woman came to the pavilion, wearing a veil hat and a cloth skirt, and unfolded a painting in her hand, "If anyone has sold 1,500 taels, I will sell it to whomever I want." ”

is so headless and brainless, if you put it elsewhere, you will be treated as sick or have a thief's heart, but in Zhaoqing Temple, "Lao Wang sells melons" is the least unusual situation, and they are all expensive and dead people's melons.

The landscape on the painting is beautiful, but some people ask who is it.

There was laughter in the teahouse, "I don't even know about the "Fuchun Mountain Residence Map", so I don't have to speak." ”

Zhao Qinghe's eyes lit up, "It's rare to have a painting I've heard of." ”

Xia Su snorted, "It's amazing." ”

"Sister, don't laugh, the name "Fuchun Mountain Residence Map" is too familiar."

Fluttering out laughing, Xia Su clapped his hands, "I can let you hear it, this painting will be passed on for another hundred years." ”

Zhao Qinghe didn't blush at all, and thanked him silently, "It's easy to say, it's easy to say, but I don't know if this painting is real or fake." ”

There are many people in Zhaoqing Temple, and there is no need for Xia Su's good eyes.

Another humane, "Who copied this "Fuchun Mountain Residence Map"? ”

There is very little discussion, and those who don't understand very well are those who pretend to understand.

Although the woman is dressed simply, she does not seem to be ignorant, "You have not yet appreciated it, and you have said that this painting is not the work of Huang Gongwang, it is to see me as a woman, want to press the price of the painting, or do not believe that the woman can have the real handiwork, but it can be seen that the name of this Zhaoqing Temple is exaggerated, and there is really no gentleman here." ”

The woman was about to turn and descend, and several of the tables closest to her stood up, straight and slow.

Zhao Qinghe said, "If you really want to lower the price, you are in a hurry to see that people are leaving, so you can see that things are good." ”

Xia Su leaned over slightly, as if he could see more clearly. (To be continued.) )