Thundered!

Thunder and lightning flashed outside the window, and in a moment the heavy rain poured down.

Cui Huifu hurriedly went to close the window of the study, and when she came back, she saw the brush words that Zhou Hexuan had just written, and praised with a smile: "Mr. Zhou's progress is really fast, and he has practiced both regular script and line script very well." In particular, Xingshu has been quite famous. ”

"Miss Cui laughed, just my calligraphy, I can only say that I can barely see people, and I am far from the famous family." Zhou Hexuan smiled self-deprecatingly, walked behind the window, and stood with his hands in his hands as he watched the storm outside.

Regular script, line script, cursive script, official script, Zhou Hexuan has practiced hard, among which regular script takes the most time. But the most feeling is the book, Zhou Hexuan practiced it handy, imitated Yan Zhenqing at the beginning, and then imitated Wang Xizhi, and now it has become a little successful.

Cui Huifu said that Zhou Hexuan's writing is quite famous, and it is not all sycophancy. Because Zhou Hexuan mastered the basic calligraphy skills, he did not stick to the form when he wrote calligraphy, and his brushstrokes were wild with some subtlety, and there was a sense of fitness in the beauty.

Judging from the details of calligraphy, perhaps Zhou Hexuan is not as good as those who have practiced calligraphy since childhood, and it is inevitable that there are some technical flaws, but on the whole, he has a unique and smart charm.

Of course, this is limited to calligraphy, and Zhou's other calligraphy is still terrible – equivalent to the average of candidates for the imperial examinations in the old days.

Cui Huifu came to Zhou Hexuan's side and said with a smile: "Mr. Zhou likes to watch the rain? ”

Zhou Hexuan sighed: "What kind of rain is it here, it is a knife that stabs thousands of people to death!" ”

Cui Huifu sincerely admired: "It turns out that Mr. Zhou cares about the world. ”

Since the beginning of July, heavy rains have begun to fall in the south, and floods in the Jianghuai region have occurred frequently, and all from Sichuan to Jiangsu have become a swamped country. The Yangtze River, Jinsha River, Tuojiang River, Minjiang River, Fujiang River, Wujiang River, Han River, Huai River, Qiantang River, Min River, Pearl River, and Grand Canal all flooded, displacing tens of millions of people.

The floods in the south are not over, and they are beginning again in the north.

The middle and lower reaches of the Yellow River have been flooded, and the northeast has not been spared, and the Liaohe, Yalu, Songhua, and Nenjiang rivers have been affected one after another, and more than 20 provinces have been affected.

In the words of the reporter of "Declaration", it is really "the water of the Yangtze River has not receded, the water of the Yellow River has increased again, the difficulties of Hankou have not been resolved, and the disaster of Luoyang has risen again."

The destructive power of such a large-scale national disaster far exceeds that of last year's Central Plains War. Because the flood arrives at the time of the summer harvest, it will inevitably lead to the displacement of tens of millions of people, without rice to survive, and the local government will not be able to collect taxes.

According to some statistics, the direct death of this flood reached 140,000, others said 400,000, and some said 4 million!

Zhou Hexuan saw a photo from the "Declaration", which was taken by American pilot Lin Bai in an airplane, and a certain county in Jiangsu has become a vast ocean. In a country of water, only scattered tree canopies and roofs can be seen, and everything else is submerged under water.

The people have no food, the government has no money, famine is everywhere, and diseases are everywhere, how can they still have the confidence to fight the Japanese?

The heavy rain in Tianjin lasted for two days. The entire sky was shrouded in dark clouds, like the punishment of the gods and Buddhas of the heavens, Zhou Hexuan truly realized what it means to be stormy.

After the rain stopped, the sun shone brightly, and it seemed that it had returned to the world.

Zhou Hexuan stood on the balcony on the second floor, looked at the flooded banks of the Haihe River, spat out turbid breath and said, "Tianjin is also flooded." ”

Cui Huifu said respectfully: "Thanks to Mr. Zhou, fortunately, you persuaded the foreigners to dredge the river and build the Haihe River Water Conservancy Renovation Project." Otherwise, with the bad condition of the Haihe River over the years, this heavy rain is likely to flood half of Tianjin. ”

Hearing this, a smile suddenly appeared on Zhou Hexuan's face.

Yes, although he can't change the general trend of the world, he can change the people and things around him. At least the flooding situation in Tianjin has been alleviated a lot because of him.

Due to the heavy rain for several days, at this moment, Zhang Leyi, Wanrong, Meng Xiaodong and Liao Yaquan are playing mahjong. Seeing that the weather was clear, they walked out into the garden one after another, enjoying the rare clear sky and blue sky.

Zhou Hexuan went downstairs bored, and did not disturb the wives, but called Sun Yongzhen and said: "Go out with me, the whole person is about to mold!" ”

"Come and drive!" Sun Yongzhen said excitedly, he had already suffocated.

Zhou Hexuan scolded with a smile: "The fart car, maybe the streets are flooded." ”

Some streets in Tianjin are really flooded, but the water is not deep, and there are even many rickshaw drivers wading through the water.

For the poor, the devastation caused by the floods did not stop at the floods, but also delayed their working hours. If it rains for a few more days, the rickshaw drivers in Tianjin will have to go hungry, because even if they don't have to work to pull the carts, they have to pay the fees to the car dealers on time and in the right amount.

A rich person like Zhou Hexuan is much more comfortable, and he can even travel with bodyguards. They sat on rickshaws and walked among the stagnant water, which added a bit of fun to shopping than usual.

Chinese people are still very resilient, even in the face of natural disasters, they are still optimistic and tenacious.

Some hawkers have begun to set up stalls in the water, and some idlers and children have used the flooded streets as fishing grounds, shouting and laughing to catch fish on the streets.

Gradually, we reached the higher streets, and finally there was no trace of flooding, and the streets were cleaner after the rainstorm, except for the occasional alluvial debris.

Zhou Hexuan took Sun Yongzhen to get out of the car and walk, walked slowly for two streets, and unconsciously came to the Quanye Field in the French Concession.

It is the second tallest building in Tianjin, a large business area integrating commerce and entertainment, and one of the top ten shopping malls in the country at this time.

Perhaps because the rainstorm had just stopped, the business of Quanyechang was a little deserted, and there were few customers in sight.

Zhou Hexuan wandered all the way to the counter of an antique shop, and the owner said enthusiastically: "This gentleman, what kind of antique do you like?" ”

"Just take a look," Zhou Hexuan said, "Do you have any good calligraphy and painting works here?" ”

"You really met it," the shopkeeper mysteriously invited Zhou Hexuan to the innermost corner, took out a scroll and said, "The rare thing I just found, Wang Xizhi's real work "Cold Cut Post"!" ”

Zhou Hexuan laughed and said, "Do you treat me as the wronged leader?" Return the authentic works of Wang Xi. ”

The shopkeeper patted his chest and said, "Really, I will never lie to you, I don't believe you can see for yourself." ”

Zhou Hexuan didn't reach out to take it, but asked the shopkeeper to open the scroll himself. Although his own calligraphy is still not hot, his appreciation ability has already been practiced, and his eyes lit up the moment he saw "Cold Cut Post", and he pretended to be calm: "This should be a copy of the hook of the Ming and Qing dynasties." ”

When the shopkeeper heard this, he immediately smiled and said, "Yo, it turns out that you are an expert." ”

"No, no," Zhou Hexuan then shook his head, "There are seals left by the Tang Dynasty on it, either a copy of the Tang Dynasty hook or a modern imitation." ”

The shopkeeper spared no effort to sell: "Of course it is a treasure from the Tang Dynasty, how can it be a modern forgery?" ”

Zhou Hexuan belittled and said: "If it is really a treasure of the Tang Dynasty, it is enough to be put in the Palace Museum, and it will be sold in your shabby shop?" I think this imitation is of a high enough standard, it's okay to take it back and play around, you can give a price. ”

"Look at what you said, can I still sell fakes in an antique shop as big as mine?" The shopkeeper put away the scroll and said, "If you buy it sincerely, don't talk so much nonsense." ”

Zhou Hexuan laughed and said: "If it is replaced by 'Da Luotian', I still believe it, you are here to persuade the industry, and it is difficult to have a point that is genuine." ”

During the Republic of China, the antique trade was very crazy, and there were antique trading places in major cities, with Beiping, Tianjin and Shanghai being the most. The original antique shops in Tianjin were concentrated in Yiyi Street, Guodian Street, Beimenli, and Dongma Road Generation. With the arrival of warlords and politicians, the nouveau riche of the Republic of China, that is, literati and ink writers, Tianjin's antique market became more and more prosperous, the most famous of which was the 'Da Luotian' on the side of the Japanese Concession.

There are not only treasures in 'Da Luotian', but also the fine products brought out from the palace, and the old and young relics of the former Qing Dynasty live by selling cultural relics.

As for the persuasion field in the French Concession, hehe, most of them are fakes of foreigners.

Everyone knows that foreigners like Chinese cultural relics, and most of them have poor appreciation ability.

For example, there is a man named Yue Bin in Beiping, who bought 7 stone Buddha heads of the Northern Wei Dynasty from Shanxi at the end of the Qing Dynasty, and has not sold them out for 20 years now. It's not that the business is bad, there are a lot of foreigners who buy Buddha heads, Yue Bin invited craftsmen to make all kinds of replicas and imitations, and he has already made a fortune with this thing.

Haha, most of these Buddha heads were sold to Western archaeologists, and foreigners bought them back to do serious research, and wrote a lot of papers with international influence.

Zhou Hexuan glanced at the profiteer in front of him, and said impatiently: "Whether to sell it or not for a price, I just asked if it looks good." ”

"Alas, look at what you said," the shopkeeper said bitterly, "1,000 oceans, I will buy 800 yuan!" ”

"100 yuan, love to sell or not!" Zhou Hexuan said angrily.

The shopkeeper said sadly: "800 yuan, I will sell it to you at the original price...... Wait, don't go, the real price is 500 yuan...... 300 yuan, no less! ”

Zhou Hexuan took out three silver tickets, carefully put away the scrolls, and left the Quanye Field happily.

Sun Yongzhen asked puzzledly: "Sir, why do you buy it when you know it's a fake?" ”

Zhou Hexuan said with a smile: "If it is based on Wang Xizhi's authentic works, of course it is a fake." But the fakes of the Tang Dynasty are also the best of the best. Believe it or not, I took it out and shouted, and there were people rushing to ask for 10,000 oceans. ”

Sun Yongzhen slapped his head: "It turns out that the boss is a fool!" ”

The Tang Dynasty hook copy of Wang Xizhi's "Cold Cut Post" is a treasure of the town museum wherever it is placed in any museum.

Zhou Hexuan hummed a little song and went home, carefully collected the "Cold Cut Post", and went out to find Yuan Kewen the next day, ready to talk about fundraising and disaster relief.

As a result, as soon as I walked to Yuan's house, I heard the sound of crying and grabbing the ground from inside - Yuan Ergongzi, dead!

And he died of poverty, and his family rummaged through the cabinets and only found 20 yuan in his pen holder......

On the day of Yuan Kewen's funeral, the whole city of prostitutes (harmony) women collectively dispatched, and the funeral procession reached thousands of people, and more than 1,000 prostitutes (harmony) women volunteered to tie their white heads to cry and guard the grave.

Alas!

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