"This doorway is well built." Hong Yaobao glanced at the door of the Museum of Fine Arts, Boston.

It is a beautiful colonnaded portico with ramps added on both sides, utilizing Kashima granite to match the color and texture of the existing façade. A pair of bronze sculptures of baby heads, one with one with one eye open and the other with one closed.

"It's said that this door cost 10 million dollars, can it be bad?" Tang Xin pouted, which good place is not spelled out with money? If you have 10 million dollars, you don't need to build it, stick it on it, and it will cause a sensation!

The corners of Hong Yaobao's mouth twitched, it seems that this face-saving project is not a domestic privilege, these rice countrymen don't attach great importance to it? No wonder, who would lose face?

Everyone walked into the museum, Li Lao and others had come here, and knew where the most precious treasure here was, so they walked quickly towards the destination, and they didn't even glance at the things from other countries on the road.

Originally, they weren't very interested in gringo stuff, and they felt that there was no connotation and no art. Now, I am anxious to see the treasure I want to see, and I don't pay attention to it.

"Ugh! Why are these old men walking so fast? The little overlord spoke. Look at that pace, it's not like the steps that an old man should have when he enters the house!

"Needless to say, you're stupid! It must be for the rags again. Jiang Buwu said the same.

These two guys don't appreciate the cells at all, if it's a more magical thing such as the jade carving of the zodiac gods, they will look at it twice, for those ordinary things, in their eyes, it's nothing more than a bunch of rags, what's there to look at? Paste it upside down to them, but there is no place to put it.

"Superficial!" Tang Xin rolled his eyes and said with disdain.

Jiang Buwu and Xiaobawang didn't care either, they just farted and covered their noses.

Li Lao waited in front of a group of ancient paintings, this group of ancient paintings is very long, and there are many scenes inside. As soon as Hong Yaobao saw it, he knew the origin of this thing, it turned out to be Zhang Xuan's "Pounding Practice".

Zhang Xuan, a painter of the Tang Dynasty, was known for his good paintings of aristocratic ladies and palace pommel horses, and is often mentioned in the history of painting alongside Zhou Fang, another female painter who came after him. There are dozens of Zhang Xuan's works recorded in the history of Tang and Song Dynasty paintings, many of which have been copied by many painters, but none of the original works that Zhang Xuan has left today.

"This is a facsimile, isn't it?" Tang Xin looked at it and said. As far as she knows, Zhang Xuan's works have not been handed down at present. She also heard her teacher say that it was very good, but she didn't tell her about it. Perhaps, Kong Lao meant to wait for her to come and see for herself in the future and identify it.

Li Lao nodded: "It was copied by Song Huizong, in fact, Zhang Xuan's own work has not been circulated." There are two important facsimiles left in history, namely the volume of "The Picture of the Emperor of the Kingdom of Yu Guofu Entering the Spring Tour" and the volume of "The Diagram of Pounding and Training" copied by Emperor Huizong of the Song Dynasty. ”

"Pounding Practice" depicts the white spoon attitude of women in various activities from pounding to ironing, and depicts the appearance and character of different objects. It depicts the scene of women practicing sewing, and the interrelationship between objects is vivid and natural.

Due to the difference in identity, age, and division of labor, the actions and expressions of the participants who engage in the same activity are different, and they reflect the characteristics of the objects respectively. The image of the object is realistic, depicting Wei Xiao, smooth, and the color is bright and vulgar, reflecting the aesthetic taste of the Tang Dynasty advocating health and plumpness, and representing the typical style of the era of the modeling.

Judging from the picture, this long scroll-style painting depicts a total of 12 images of objects, which are divided into three groups of scenes according to the labor process: tamping, weaving, and ironing. The first group depicts four scenes of pounding with wooden pestles; The second group draws two paintings, one sitting on the carpet to manage the threads, and the other sitting on the stool sewing, forming a scene of weaving threads; The third group is a scene of several ironings, and a young girl, mischievously scurrying from under the cloth.

The painter uses the "scattered perspective" method to compose the picture, and presents the whole labor scene in front of the reader in three parts. At the same time, he does not simply illustrate the procedural steps of labor, but pays attention to the depiction of the small actions that reveal emotions in the labor scene, as if to better show the character and psychological activities of the objects in his paintings.

For example, the sleeves in the pounding exercise, the dexterous thread management when sewing, the slight effort to retreat when pulling the exercise, the interspersing of several children, a girl covering her face with her sleeves when fanning the fire and another girl watching the ironing in a daze, etc., make the objects and scenes in the picture real and vivid, full of life interest.

"You don't have to look at Lao Sun, isn't it interesting to pretend? We don't know about you yet? In your eyes, I'm afraid it's not as good as the one taken by your mobile phone, right? Jiang Buwu said. When he saw that the little overlord also leaned over, he looked "seriously", and he just couldn't help but strike.

Tang Xin also glanced at it, nodded and said, "Do it!" Be honest, pretend like this, and let you look down on you? ”

"Ugh! I didn't look at the paintings inside! My grandson is not so bored, looking at these old antiques. I just found out that this glass is actually installed with a transparent monitoring device and an alarm device. Sun Moba said honestly.

If he wants to stare at those antiques, he will listen to a lullaby for a few minutes, and he may fall asleep.

As soon as these words came out, Li Lao and the others twitched the corners of their mouths, according to that guy's words, looking at antiques is boring!

Seeing the scene in the painting, He Ming's kid asked, "What are they doing?" Papermaking? "The scene inside, where the women pound with pestles, does smell like papermaking.

Get! Another idiot of Chinese traditional culture! Li Lao is very helpless to wait for him, and now he is young, and he is becoming more and more vague about the things of his ancestors.

"It's not papermaking, it's making silk, it's all said to be "Pounding Practice". Gu Wen said.

"Lian" is a kind of silk fabric, and it is also a means of silk processing. That is, degumming, and processing the green billet into white practice. When it is just woven, the texture is hard, and it must be boiled by the alkaline solution of plant ash, oxidized and bleached in the sun, and then pounded with a pestle to strengthen the penetration ability of plant ash water to sericin, so that the degumming is uniform and thorough, so that the silk can become soft and white.

"Oh! It turns out that silk is made of this! He Mingcai nodded as if he didn't understand, and he didn't know whether he really understood or not.

"If you don't understand, you don't understand? What do you nod to learn to enter the house? What Lao Tzu hates the most is not to pretend. "The little overlord gave him the words that Tang Xin and Jiang Buwu gave him just now, and gave them to the unlucky He Ming as they were.

He Ming's face was bitter, and he secretly said in his heart: "Where did I offend your great god again, eldest brother?" ”

Of course, he didn't dare to say that. He could only choose to be silent, saving himself a while and being pinned in and used as a punching bag. Obviously, it was the three of them who fought, and they would suffer if they entered.

(To be continued)