Chapter 169: Manuscripts and Porcelain

The Seven Sages of the Bamboo Forest abandon the classics and still Lao Zhuang, contempt for the law of etiquette and worship the law, do not stick to the law of etiquette in life, the pursuit of quiet and inaction, the painting on the pen holder has completely outlined this artistic conception, non-masters can not complete.

What's more important is that Qin Xuebing also saw that there was a money underground, Fang Gulin. This is a Ming Dynasty sculptor, the achievement is very high, can be called a wonderful use, also known as the Ming Dynasty magic skills.

The handwriting of the famous artist, the precious materials, enough to prove the preciousness of this pen holder, Qin Xuebing estimates, if it is auctioned, it will definitely be no problem to be hundreds of thousands. But after some bargaining, Qin Xuebing bought it for only three hundred yuan, which undoubtedly picked up another big leak.

Qin Xuebing didn't stop, the first time he went to Ye Zijing's house to give a gift, he must prepare carefully, leave a good impression on the Ye family, and things will be much easier in the future.

"Old woman, hurry up and go back with your things, don't think that everyone is stupid, and you don't even know who the author of the Book of Jin is."

Suddenly, there was an angry scolding, Qin Xuebing turned his head and saw that the owner of the study drove an old lady out half-pushing, half-giving away: "Even Fang Xuanling and Huang Tingjian can't figure it out, you fakes are getting more and more unqualified." ”

"Boss, this booklet is our family's ancestral, and I didn't fake it." The old man had tears in his eyes, but he didn't forget to defend himself.

"Ancestral? That means your family has been a cheater for generations. The owner of the study sneered, this is obviously a manuscript of the Book of Jin, but it has Huang Tingjian's signature, which is simply a garbage in a fake.

"You ......" The old man was not good at bickering, and he was so angry that he couldn't speak.

"This boss. That's too much. Qin Xuebing stepped forward, ninety-nine percent of the people in Pan's home were selling fakes, including the owner of the study, which was nothing at all. But it would be too much to scold people and ancestors for generations.

Moreover, the scroll in the old man's hand had already caused the vitality in Qin Xuebing's body to sense, and it must be an old object that was old.

"What do you know about this young man, why should you be polite to these counterfeiters?"

The owner of the study snorted coldly, and didn't look at Qin Xuebing at all: "If everyone is like this, then I don't need to open this study, and I can directly collect fake goods for charity." ”

"You dare to say that there is not a single fake in the study?"

Qin Xuebing sneered. Ignoring the man, he said to the old man, "Grandma, can you show me what you have in your hand?" ”

"Look, young man."

The old man directly handed the things to Qin Xuebing: "I didn't lie. This manuscript is really our family's ancestral heirloom and has been passed down for many generations. ”

Calligraphy and painting have always been Qin Xuebing's shortcomings, and they can't be made up for in three days, so when you start with things, you can't determine whether it is Huang Tingjian's authentic handwriting. But one thing is certain, it is indeed a product of the Song Dynasty: "Grandma, are you going to sell this manuscript?" How much money are you ready to sell? ”

"The old man in our family was sick and hospitalized and had to undergo surgery, and the children pooled their money. But it's still not enough, and they are ready to sell the house. That's why I took it out and sold it. The old lady sighed, if it weren't for the fact that the real knife was exhausted. Who wants to sell a family heirloom.

"I can listen to this kind of story a hundred times a day in Panjiayuan." The owner of the study snorted coldly, and almost scolded the current liars for not having new ideas, and making up just a few stories.

"Grandma, how much is missing?" Qin Xuebing ignored the owner of the study, although he didn't know calligraphy and painting, but there was no doubt that this was an old object, and it didn't matter if the price was high.

"The operation, plus the post-operative recovery, still needs 300,000." The old man said.

"300,000, I want it, do you want a direct transfer bank? Or a check? Qin Xuebing asked.

"Just pretend, I have opened mobile banking." The old man took out his mobile phone, and the style was quite trendy.

Qin Xuebing didn't say a word, he directly transferred the money, and the owner of the study said on the side: "The current liar, when Tuodu is so level, Huang Tingjian, Fang Xuanling, there is a difference of hundreds of years, can you get together?" ”

"Don't you know what Huang Tingjian's official position does?" Qin Xuebing replied casually, and left directly with the manuscript.

Huang Tingjian, the word Lu Zhi, self-named Valley Daoren, late name Fu Weng, also known as Mr. Yuzhang Huang. Northern Song Dynasty poets, lyricists, calligraphers, and Du Fu, Chen Shidao and Chen Heyi are known as "one ancestor and three ancestors".

In terms of poetry, he and Su Shi are called "Su Huang"; In terms of calligraphy, he and Su Shi, Mi Fu, Cai Xiang and called the "four masters of the Song Dynasty"; In terms of lyrics, although he was once called "Qin Huang" with Qin Guan, Huang's lyric achievements are far inferior to Qin's.

Yingzong Zhiping four years jinshi. Liguan Guozijian Professor, School Shulang, Author Zuolang, Secretary Cheng, Fuzhou Beijia, Qianzhou Placement.

"Secretary, school scrivener?"

The owner of the study was stunned for a moment, suddenly slapped his thigh, and screamed: "Mother, it's really Huang Tingjian's work, it's a big leak." ”

Huang Tingjian used to work as a school scrivener and often proofread ancient books, so although the Book of Jin is Fang Xuanling's work, Huang Tingjian did proofreading in the Song Dynasty, so he will leave a manuscript.

"What about the kid?" The owner of the study raised his eyes and looked around, eager to find Qin Xuebing immediately and buy the manuscript back, you must know that Huang Tingjian's calligraphy "Pillar Inscription" volume fell under the hammer for 390 million yuan, plus a 12% commission, and the total transaction price reached 436.8 million. The volume is 8.24 meters long, with a total of 82 lines and 407 words, and according to the transaction price of 436.8 million, Huang Tingjian's words are worth one million.

Of course, the price of the manuscript is certainly not comparable to that of the Pillar Inscription volume, but it is not something that can be bought for a small amount of money. It's a pity that when he thought of this, Qin Xuebing had already gone away.

"Brother liar, what good things have you gained?"

The sun is slanting in the west, and Ouyang Xiaomei has no extra harvest, but a crystal snuff bottle and a jade pendant of the Ming Dynasty are already a great harvest.

"Little sister, you'd better get ready for a treat." Qin Xuebing didn't have any other gains, but today's gains were already very amazing.

"I don't believe that your harvest is greater than mine, take out the things and I'll take a look."

Ouyang Xiaomei snorted and stretched out her hand. Qin Xuebing didn't mind, and directly handed over the pen holder and manuscript: "Read it slowly, and then be prepared to be poor." ”

"The small-leaf red sandalwood pen holder, the work of Fang Gulin in the Ming Dynasty, is worth hundreds of thousands, but it is far worse than my crystal snuff bottle."

Ouyang Xiaomei comes from a family of collectors, and she has been smart since she was a child, and her ability is no longer under Ouyang Zhanjun, so she can clearly judge the price of antiques: "This manuscript is written in the Book of Jin, but it is definitely not Fang Xuanling's manuscript, it is written in lines, and the foundation is very strong, and it has a bit of Huang Tingjian's style of writing." ”

Huang Tingjian's calligraphy was originally taught by Zhou Yue in the Song Dynasty, and later influenced by Yan Zhenqing, Huaisu, Yang Ningshi and others, and inspired by Jiao Shan's "Crane Ming" calligraphy, he formed his own style of cursive calligraphy.

Huang Tingjian's book is concise and powerful, with a peculiar structure, and almost every word has some exaggerated long paintings, and tries his best to send them out, forming a new method of knotting words in the middle palace and diverging from the four edges, which has a great impact on later generations.

In terms of structure, it is obviously influenced by Huaisu, but the twists and turns of the line are completely different from the rhythm of Huaisu. Before him, roundness and fluency were the keynote of cursive writing, and Huang Tingjian's cursive single word structure was dangerous, and the chapter method was creative, and he often used the method of displacement to break the boundaries between words, so that the lines formed new combinations, and the rhythm changed strongly, so it had a special charm, and became an outstanding representative of the Northern Song Dynasty calligraphy, and Su Shi became a pioneer of a generation of calligraphy.

"Huang Tingjian's money, it won't really be Huang Tingjian's, right?" Ouyang Xiaomei suddenly exclaimed, if it was really Huang Tingjian's manuscript, it would be too scary.

"It shouldn't be, Huang Tingjian's writing style is unique, but looking at this manuscript again, the comparison and processing in many places are not so in place, lacking an artistic conception, and not reaching the height of Huang Tingjian." Ouyang Xiaomei accurately pointed out the shortcomings.

"Little sister, don't forget, this is a manuscript of a book, in short, it is a copy of someone else's things, not a calligraphy work." Ouyang Zhanjun reminded slightly, imagine who would strive for perfection in such a boring thing as copying books, it should be calligraphy creation.

"Is that really Huang Tingjian's manuscript?" Ouyang Xiaomei suddenly didn't know how to refute, that's right, this is copying books, not creating calligraphy.

"That's right."

Ouyang Zhanjun nodded, and Qin Xuebing hurriedly added, "Little sister, do you have enough money?" It's not cheap at night. ”

"The third brother is right, you shit luck against the sky." Ouyang Xiaomei snorted and never mentioned inviting guests to dinner.

"Xiao Qin, you don't know calligraphy and painting anyway, why don't you transfer this manuscript to me?" Ouyang Zhanjun was a little hot, this is Huang Tingjian's work, and it is a whole book, and it is hard to find.

"Third brother, this one really can't work."

Qin Xuebing smiled bitterly and said the matter again: "My brother's happiness in the second half of his life is pressed on this manuscript, you can't take the manuscript away and let your brother jump into the fire pit, right?" ”

"You kid is very smart, most of the people in the old man's family like calligraphy and painting, and they send manuscripts and pen holders, and the old Ye family must have nothing to say."

Ouyang Zhanjun was not reluctant, but he was a little regretful: "Otherwise, don't go to the Ye family, there are many beauties in our Ouyang family, I will help you pull the red line." ”

"Okay, I'll call Zijing to discuss." Qin Xuebing joked.

"Come on, that girl can play with me."

Ouyang Zhanjun glanced at him angrily, and said, "Let's go, go to your house to see the collection, and then go to dinner, little sister is in for a treat." ”

"Let's go to the Sifang Pavilion first, and there are two sets of porcelain over there." Qin Xuebing was still worried that although those two sets of things were not old objects, they were precious to most of the old objects, and even the most inconspicuous spoons could be sold for a high price of 100,000 yuan.

Walking into the Sifang Pavilion, there were two large boxes in sight, Ouyang Zhanjun's eyes were quick, he immediately opened one of them, took out one of them, and his eyes suddenly widened: "Xiao Qin, here are two sets, right?" In any case, you have to transfer a set to me, and the third brother owes you a big favor. ”

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