It's not that Yang Ping's psychological quality is bad, it's really that this fan is too unexpected, beyond imagination.

The four big characters on the fan are "the world is public", the upper paragraph on the left: Mr. Taiyan, the next paragraph: Sun Wen, and the bell seal side. I am a god, this is the handiwork of the father of the nation!

Don't look at the simplicity of the fan bones, it is not an exaggeration to say that this fan is worth a lot.

Yang Ping really had the urge to kowtow to three incense sticks, he took out his mobile phone to check, it turned out that Mr. Sun Yat-sen was inscribed, and the most written was "the world is for the public". But these four words are inscribed on the fan surface is less than ten, and now there are fewer surviving "world for the public" fan, and the scarcity is expensive, this "world for the public" fan can be described as priceless.

Who is Mr. Taiyan? Continue to check, oh, Mr. Taiyan is Zhang Binglin, the word Uncle Mei, the number Taiyan. He was a thinker, a new legalist, a historian, a master of Puxue, and a nationalist revolutionary in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China. In 1902, he befriended Sun Yat-sen, and tried his best to tie up the relationship between Sun and Kang.

Yang Ping thought about it with a bad taste, if he took it out to fan the wind when he went to Wanwan, he would probably have to fall to his knees.

So why is it so precious that the fan or treasure is broken like this? This is also the result of the country's many disasters and cultural collections, such as in that cultural catastrophe, these three fans can be reimbursed by just two matches. China's unusually rich historical accumulation has been looted and destroyed in every dynastic change, and the paper fan itself is very fragile, and the slightest carelessness will crack the fan surface, let alone in the dry north.

Yang Ping carefully put the three handfuls into a fan bag and wiped his sweat with a towel. Fan the wind. It's no longer a fan. That's not right. What did he get these three fans? Isn't it just repaired, what is there that you dare not use, and it is a big deal to continue repairing if it is damaged.

He lit a cigarette, relaxed, took out the joint work of Mr. Daqian and Mr. Shanxiao, opened it and fanned it slowly, a cool breeze blew on his face, it was really a fan in his hand. I have it in the world, haha, express my heart directly.

Why did you choose this fan, the main reason is that the fan bone of this fan is small-leaved red sandalwood, which is definitely old material, and it is full of Venus. This is a great sense of accomplishment to play.

Moreover, Yang Ping is particularly interested in the joint work of Mr. Daqian and Mr. Shanxiao, and he will definitely try to copy it when he is free.

After Yang Ping finished smoking, he found a Hetian white jade shell, tied it with Nanhongxiang cloud pattern beads, and hung it under the fan. Well. There is also a lack of tassels, so I went to buy them in the afternoon. By the way, let's see what gifts I brought to Stinky Bao, and the things in Shanghai are basically done, so I'll be back tomorrow morning.

Just thinking about how to arrange it in the afternoon, Hou Bin called and said that he was fine in the afternoon and went around together.

Yang Ping filled the tactical kettle with chrysanthemum tea and waited for Hou Bin at the door. This time, Hou Bin was also wearing a T-shirt and shorts, folding a fan in one hand and a tourmaline in the other, and he was very squirming.

Yang Ping opened his mouth and was stunned: "You, you don't beat you when you go out like this?" ”

Hou Bin stiffened: "She dares, it's still comfortable for you to wear like this." ”

"Where are we going? I have to match this fan with a tassel," Yang Ping took out the tiger figure folding fan and showed it, "How about it?" By the way, find a place that sells nuclear carvings and take a look at the Shanghai nuclear carvings. ”

Hou Bin opened Yang Ping's folding fan, couldn't help but praise, and thought: "Otherwise, let's go there, not far, Wanshang Flower and Bird Market." I'm in for today's things, so don't pay for it anymore. ”

"Okay, I still want you to buy a gift for Stinky Treasure," Yang Ping was unpolite, "I will slaughter you once." ”

Hou Bin smiled: "It's simple, wrap it up on me." ”

Speaking of Wanshang Flower and Bird Market is not far away, three kilometers away, can't stand the heat, and the tongues of these two goods are stretched out.

Today is not the weekend, and there are not many people in the flower and bird market. The market was full of small shops one by one, and the two of them could finally sit next to each other for a while.

In addition to flowers and birds, there are also a lot of cultural toy shops here, most of which are walnuts, Vajra Bodhi, and insect singing utensils, all of which Yang Ping likes. After turning around a few shops selling bird cages, Hou Bin impatiently pulled Yang Ping into a small shop to buy nuclear carvings.

The shop is about ten square meters, and inside it are two sets of counters, a set of vertical display cabinets, a square table, and a few chairs. The shopkeeper was a typical skinny southerner, white and hairy, and had a shrewd smile: "Semi buttons." ”

I go, what do you mean? Yang Ping was depressed, he couldn't understand and couldn't communicate.

The shopkeeper looked at Yang Ping's expression and understood, he was not a local, so he changed to Mandarin: "Just take a look, aren't the two locals?" ”

Hou Bin looked at the nuclear carving on the counter and nodded: "Well, boss, your olive core carving here is quite good." ”

Yang Ping took out the tactical kettle and took a sip, there was no water, and the shopkeeper picked up the electric kettle on the table and filled Yang Ping with water: "Here are all Su workers, many works of Su Workshop, and some master-level works." ”

Yang Ping nodded his thank you and asked, "Boss, do you have a Shanghai-style nuclear carving here?" ”

The shopkeeper smiled: "Isn't the Shanghai nuclear carving Su Gong?" It is just integrated into the characteristics of "Shanghai-style culture", and the creative techniques of Shanghai-style bamboo, wood and jade carving are used to promote the strengths and avoid the weaknesses, so that the characters and scenery on the nuclear carving become real and vivid. The combination of ancient and modern makes the traditional craft of nuclear carving more contemporary. ”

Yang Ping suddenly nodded and nodded: "Well, the boss, let's take a few strings of high-quality products for us to see." ”

There was no air conditioning in the store, and Hou Bin and Yang Ping were still sweating while fanning their folding fans. The boss took out two strings of nuclear carvings and two single cores in the brocade box from the counter, one string is the eighteen Arhats, which are already red, and the other is the Nine Dragons bracelet, and the single core is the mountain ghost, the God of Wealth.

The boss picked up the single core and showed it to Yang Ping: "This is Mr. Yu's work Mountain Ghost, look at it, this girl is sitting on top of the beast, looking back and staring, her expression is sad, and the carving is extreme?" ”

Yang Ping had done a nuclear carving business, and knew that this kind of carving was not cheap, so he asked tentatively: "Boss, what is the price of this single core?" ”

"Seventy thousand."

Hou Bin was speechless: "Seventy thousand?!" So expensive? ”

The boss nodded and explained: "It's not expensive, this is the work of Master Yu, Mr. Yu has won the Hundred Flowers Award many times, the gold medal of the Master of Arts and Crafts and Arts and Crafts Boutique Expo, and the master of arts and crafts in Huhai City." It's hard to find his works on the market, and if you're lucky today, I finally got two. ”

Yang Ping shook his head: "Alas, it's good, it's just too expensive, is there anything cheaper?" ”

The boss took out another single-core God of Wealth: "This is also Mr. Yu's work, and the price of this one is much lower, 20,000." ”

Yang Ping took it and took a look, this single-core God of Wealth, happy and happy, holding a big ingot, a bat on the left sleeve, meaning blessing, a golden toad under the foot holding three coins, delicate carving, ruddy color, happy to see.

Yang Ping discussed: "Boss, I like this one, give me a discount." ”

The boss touched his hair, glanced at the folding fan that Yang Ping had put together, and asked, "This folding fan is good, the fan bone of Xiaoye Rosewood, right?" Why don't we change it? ”

Yang Ping laughed: "Boss, your eyes are really poisonous, you can't change it, you think this fan bone is good, don't you look at this fan noodles?" As he spoke, he opened the fan and let the boss take a look.

The boss's eyes lit up, and he nodded and praised: "Good thing, I asked my friend to come over to see Haohua?" ”

Yang Ping didn't care, picked up the one-sided eighteen Arhats and took a look: "Okay, what is the price of the boss's eighteen Arhats?" ”

The boss took out the phone and dialed the number, and replied: "One hundred thousand, this is the eighteen Arhats of the Qing Dynasty, and it is not easy to pass it on until now." The carving is excellent, lifelike, I'll talk about the phone first. Hey, Liang Yi, cutting in the store? ¥#......%......" Then there was a muttering of Huhai dialect, Yang Ping and Hou Bin glanced at each other, shrugged, and no one understood.

The boss hung up the phone and introduced to Hou Bin, who was holding the Kowloon bracelet, with a smile: "This is the Kowloon Opera Pearl, Mr. Luo's work, the price is 5,000, my friend will come soon, just in front of the store." ”

Before the words fell, two girls rushed in from outside, in their twenties, young and lovely. As soon as they entered the door, they asked, "Brother Liu, what are you talking about?" ”

Boss Liu pointed at Yang Ping: "Oh, the folding fan belongs to this gentleman, I can't understand it, but the fan bone of Xiaoye Rosewood is really good." ”

The girl breathed steadily, nodded and smiled at Yang Ping: "Sir, can I take a look at your folding fan?" ”

Yang Ping handed over the fan: "Well, look, you can play it yourself, don't talk about it if you sell it." ”

The slightly lower girl rolled her eyes and leaned over: "This bone is so good, open it and take a look." ”

The tall girl slowly opened the folding fan and exclaimed, "Zhang Daqian! ”

The one who leaned over to look at it also shouted: "Ah, Zhang Shanzi!" (To be continued......)