What others couldn't distinguish between true and false, but in Chu Feng's eyes, it became a different look.

After all, he is a person who has carefully studied the "Beijing Wine Post", and there are only a few words in the Beijing Wine Post, among which the beginning and the end are now reflected in Chu Feng's mind like a photo, even if it is just a slight difference, he can distinguish it now.

At this time, Chu Feng remained silent, looked at the second-layer fake calligraphy and smiled slightly, and said: "Mr. Dongpo's words are naturally very subtle, but it's just ......" Chu Feng's smile was a little subtle, "I'm afraid I can't sell it for a price." ”

Xiao Zhike's heart moved slightly, and he smiled and said, "What does Lang Jun mean by this?" It's just a codex, but there's absolutely no omission, it's a great thing, and the private correspondence is even more casual......"

"I mean," Chu Feng raised his hand to stop Xiao Zhike's words, and said with a smile, "Mr. Dongpo's identity, I'm afraid it's a little embarrassing, right?" ”

Although Xiao Zhike is young, he has been working in the calligraphy and painting industry for a long time, so he naturally understands the unfinished meaning of Chu Feng's words. Su Shi's identity among the literati is naturally extraordinary, and he is a transcendent and holy reputation. But in the officialdom, it has always been in a slightly embarrassing state. It is precisely because of this that Su Shi's books have never been particularly easy to sell, and officials are afraid of being "involved" after buying them home, and ordinary people generally can't afford this price, which is quite a bit of a problem, so the market has always been very problematic.

Xiao Zhike naturally understood this truth, and said with a smile at this time: "It is precisely because of this that the asking price of this character is the same as that of this fan, as long as it is sixty times." After all, this is the kind of person, saying a disrespectful word, it is not the same as Zhang Boyi's words, but it costs the same price......"

Although Zhang Boyi is also a famous calligrapher, there is naturally a certain gap between him and Su Huang Mi Cai, a well-known first-rate calligrapher. What's more, Zhang Boyi is only good at calligraphy and painting, and I heard that he also has a lot of experience in chess music, but it is not widely spread in later generations. Su Dongpo is different, not to mention how the Chinese will be after a thousand years, the entire Chinese community is a name that everyone knows and everyone knows!

But this kind of book, because of political reasons, makes Zhang Boyi's four-character fan the same price as Su Shi's family letter. This kind of thing makes people feel sorry, but they can't do anything about it.

Literature and art are not ivory towers after all, and it is impossible not to be influenced by other things. As soon as he thought of this, Chu Feng couldn't help but sigh slightly,

Standing up and flicking the placket, Chu Feng smiled and said, "Please ask the little brother to help me keep these two things, I'll go back and get the money, and I'll get it in a while." ”

Just opened for business and made such a big business, Xiaozhike was naturally pleasantly surprised and agreed.

"By the way, is your host here?" Chu Feng asked with a smile, "How about I come over and bargain with him later?" ”

Xiao Zhike smiled: "The owner is at home, but Lang Jun is also an elegant person, so he naturally understands the value of this book, and it is impossible to think of it cheaper." ”

Chu Feng nodded when he heard this, said no more, and walked away.

As long as the owner is in the store, Chu Feng has his own plans for other things.

After a short time, he returned to his store, Brother Zhang was looking at the store, and when he saw Chu Feng entering the door, he immediately greeted him and asked if he had something good.

Chu Feng said with a smile: "Yes, Zhang Youzhi's fan, Mr. Wen Duan will definitely like it." ”

Brother Zhang was overjoyed when he heard this, and said happily: "How much money is needed, I'll go get it!" ”

"No need to take it, I have a way to empty the gloves white wolf. If it doesn't work, it's not too late to buy it back with money. Chu Feng said with a smile, then lifted the curtain and entered the inner courtyard, unusually chic.

Brother Zhang was stunned, he couldn't believe what Chu Feng said, but looking at Chu Langjun's confident demeanor, it didn't look like he was lying!

He really wanted to go in and inquire carefully, but now that the store is open, it is difficult to leave, so he has to suppress this question deeply, but his heart is itchy and curious.

After Chu Feng entered the door, he moved lightly, and came to the inner room door to look inside, Mr. Wen Duan was really sleeping. I didn't sleep well in the middle of the night last night, and now I must not disturb him.

Chu Feng knew what to expect, retreated to the outer room, spread out the rice paper, started grinding the ink, and adjusted the cinnabar.

Reassuring, calm, and calm, Chu Feng did not hurry or impatiently and drew a three-inch picture of Hanmei.

Since he learned to paint, what he is best at is painting plums, Ling Han is arrogant, which is also his favorite style bone. Before, the teacher also took a fancy to his Mo Meitu, and he would conclude that he would definitely be admitted to the art academy, but now......

Chu Feng laughed at himself, shook his head, didn't think about it anymore, only thought about the proud and independent style of plum blossoms, and sprinkled all the three points of arrogance in his heart between the pens.

After painting, Chu Feng looked at the brush and scenery of the whole painting, and nodded with satisfaction. His gaze moved to the blank space in the upper left corner again, his heart was slightly itchy, and after thinking about it, he still changed the wolf hair, and used the penmanship of the "Beijing Wine Post" he had learned before to write the entire poem "Fortune Operator Yongmei".

After the book, Chu Feng quietly waited for the ink to dry. At this time, he heard some movement in the inner room, Chu Feng didn't dare to be careless, walked in to take a look, and saw that it was indeed Mr. Wen Duan who woke up, but his brows were still furrowed, and he got up with some difficulty.

"Sir, would you like some tea?" Chu Feng hurriedly stepped forward to help him, "Are you dizzy?" Do you need to invite Lang Zhong to take a look again? ”

"Grab some water, and forget about the tea." Mr. Wen Duan leaned on the bib bed and sighed, "People are old and useless." If you go through something casually, you will get seriously ill. Ay! Sickness comes like a mountain, and illness goes like a thread! ”

Chu Feng felt a little guilty in his heart, thinking that if it weren't for his insistence on leaving that "Beijing Wine Post", Mr. Wen Duan would not be sick due to qi stagnation now.

I couldn't help complaining that I was stupid, and I couldn't think of words to persuade him, so I had to go out and bring some hot water according to the old man's instructions.

Mr. Wen Duan took two sips of water, calmed down slightly, and asked, "I just heard a sound outside, are you learning characters?" ”

Chu Feng replied truthfully: "No, it's just an itchy hand, so I made a painting." ”

If Mr. Wen Duan saw Chu Feng's paintings, he didn't know how shocked he would be.

He had always thought that Chu Feng was an ordinary teenager, but he was only slightly talented in calligraphy. In Danqing's ability, Mr. Wen Duan didn't ask, and Chu Feng didn't say it.

Hearing Chu Feng's answer, Mr. Wen Duan was a little surprised: "Oh? It turns out that Chu Lang can also paint? Very good, very good, the four arts of literati, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting. Even if you're not good at it, it's an elegant thing to do occasionally. ”

Chu Feng responded and took the empty teacup in Mr. Wen Duan's hand.

"The old man still feels a little depressed, hey! It's not a taste in my heart, it's boring! Chu Lang, it's not cold outside, if you have time, can you help the old man out for a spin? Mr. Wen Duan asked politely.

Chu Feng smiled: "This is what juniors should do, why should you be polite?" After a moment's thought, he added, "In this way, the boy will help you out first, and then come back and open the window of this room to let the air circulate." If the air is fresh, people's spirits will be much better, and it will also save people from getting cold when they open the windows when they are in the house. What do you think? ”

"Very good, I didn't expect Chu Lang to also have research on the art of feng shui. If the water is dead, there will be no fish and shrimp, and if the qi is stagnant, the people will not be prosperous, which is the reason. The old gentleman bowed.

Chu Feng couldn't help but smile when he heard this, thinking that many things in ancient China were like this, but in fact, they implied the truth of modern science, but because they were mixed with some "tricky and mysterious" words, they were regarded as feudal dross by some people in later generations. In fact, a lot of feng shui is a simple natural science principle, Chu Feng once casually read some ancient books on feng shui, similar to the three articles of "Zhai Ji and Evil Theory" in "Sui Zhi".

Of course, it is meaningless to investigate these things in detail with the ancients, and Chu Feng has no need to "show off", just as he does not have the need to deliberately "show" his danqing and subtlety.

So Chu Feng just stepped forward to help the old gentleman up, and helped find a thicker coat to put on neatly, and then half-helped Mr. Wen Duan to walk to the backyard.

From the inner room to the backyard, of course, you have to pass through the outhouse where Chu Feng just painted. The picture of Hanmei he had just drawn was still there, and Mr. Wen Duan's mind wandered when he passed by, and he didn't notice it.

After helping the old gentleman to go around the backyard twice, Lu Wenduan stood next to the horse pen and took some hay to feed. The old horse came over tiredly, looking intimate.

"This little brute, you are old, and I am also old." Mr. Wen Duan smiled and patted the old horse's nose, and the horse exhaled, and his thick lips trembled slightly.

Chu Feng took a small Mazha from the kitchen, helped the old gentleman to sit down, and then entered the door and opened the window of the inner room, and then turned back.

"Chu Lang, you don't have to worry about me as an old man, just go busy if you have anything, I'll just go back to the house by myself in a while. It's only a few dozen paces away, and I, an old man, don't use it to the point where I can't even walk! Mr. Wen Duan said with a smile.

When Chu Feng heard this, he carefully observed the old gentleman's face, and saw that it was really much better than the other side, so he was slightly relieved and responded.

Although the Li Painting and Calligraphy Firm has already been decided, if it does not pass for a long time, it is inevitable that something will happen. Chu Feng thought about it, then entered the door and rolled the painting that had been completely dried and put it in his hand.

took the painting out of the door, and when he walked to the storefront, Chu Feng informed Brother Zhang, and went out of the door, all the way to Li's calligraphy and painting shop.

The little acquaintance who had just entertained Chu Feng saw him from a distance, and immediately greeted him with a smile on his face.

"Little brother, I'm sorry for you, please ask your owner to come out for a meeting, in addition to bargaining, I have a painting to sell." Chu Feng smiled slightly.