It's not that Wu Ziqiang doesn't know the good of the camphor box, calligraphy and painting can never be hung all the time, it is best to hang it for a few months and seal it for storage, as a calligraphy and painting lover, Wu Ziqiang knows a lot about all kinds of moisture-proof and insect-proof methods.

But he had never tried to store it for decades without opening it! But I always heard that whoever has what painting, how many years have been there, and it has been scrapped.

"My grandfather is the same." Wu Ziqiang sighed, this painting is so well preserved, it is all due to Wu Wei.

"Come on, your grandfather is not good at this. He liked gold and stones, and these paintings were packed by the big housekeeper at that time, and I watched from the side. Old man Wu said. At that time, he also began to learn to take over the family business, and the first thing he did was to see the basement of the Wu family.

Wu Ziqiang......

Wu Zhan smiled and opened the second painting in his father's example. As the eldest grandson of the Wu family, he knows everything, and everything is sparse... Well, compared with the insider, compared with the layman, it can still bluff people.

It's the kind of level that allows him to distinguish the true from the false, and lets him tell the author's life at all~ similar to Feng Hua......

The second painting is still intact.

"Alright, don't open the rest of this box." Wu Ziqiang said. After speaking, I picked up the scrolls one by one, looked outside, and there was no moisture, moth, or damage, so I went to check the next box.

These boxes are not big, not about one cubic meter, but a kind of long crate, about one-third to one-quarter cubic meter in size. But each box also contained 10-20 paintings, each of which was so carefully opened and examined that it had to be examined until tomorrow morning.

Wu Ziqiang and Wu Guangming opened each box, checked one or two at random, and counted the rest, just like when they traded with Fenghua.

Old man Wu didn't help, he sat on the side and enjoyed his leisure, and by the way, he considered the price.

"What kind of paintings are they?" Old man Wu asked, "Is it worth it?" "His calligraphy and painting attainments are not much stronger than Wu Zhan.

Wu Ziqiang frowned: "It's hard to say. ”

He looked carefully at every open painting, there were all dynasties and dynasties, and they were all signed by famous artists, but he didn't have time to judge the authenticity, and he couldn't judge it...... He is also just a hobbyist, some paintings and calligraphy can not be ten out of ten, he used to look at paintings to find a master to identify, but now obviously can not find outsiders to see.

After all, their Wu family donated all their family property~

That painting without a "certificate of authenticity" and "endorsement from the master" will not sell for a price. How did he bid Fang Hua?

"Estimate, take a median value?" Wu Zhandao.

Wu Ziqiang glanced at him: "You think beautifully." "The genuine is worth 10,000, the fake is worth 100, and you want to sell it for 5,000 if you take a suspected genuine product? Do you never know about the suspicion of guilt? If you can't determine the authenticity, it will be counted as a fake! Of course, the more like the real thing, the more expensive it is, and the more it looks like a fake, the cheaper it is.

Wu Zhan touched his nose, he was only eleven years old when the founding of the People's Republic of China, and the calligraphy and painting class had begun, but the calligraphy and painting trading class had not yet been taken, and he didn't know what the calligraphy and painting market was like. As for the calligraphy and painting market after the founding of the People's Republic of China? Perhaps, but it must have been extremely secretive, and he hadn't heard of it.

"Then how do you say it's appropriate?" Old man Wu asked.

Wu Ziqiang frowned, looking embarrassed, he didn't know how to sell it properly.

The Wu family has been cautious all these years and did not dare to take a wrong step, so Wu Ziqiang endured not to collect any more paintings and calligraphy, for fear that someone would know about him and deduct a hat. I'm afraid that he can't help it, he doesn't even dare to inquire about this information, so he doesn't know much about the current market of calligraphy and painting.

"Then compare the price before the founding of the People's Republic of China and discuss it!" Old man Wu said. They are sellers, and the price set does not count, and they have to wait for other buyers to counteroffer.

......

Feng Hua sat under a big elm tree in the village and didn't want to move anymore. She has already followed Wu Jiu and walked around Wujiazhuang three times! If you go any further, you'll be like a fool....

Unexpectedly, this Wu Jiu was also a solid eye, so he led them around. Well, no, it's her solid eyes, so she just follows it! Although she was a little distracted by observing Old Man Wu's actions, she could have found a place to sit down and observe early, why should she be tired like she is now... The tongue is eager to stick out.

The axe rode his bicycle all morning, climbed three laps of the mountain, and was really going to die.

Feng Hua is now sitting in the "Murakami", that is, up and down. Wujiazhuang is in a mountain col, which is the flat land and valley between the two mountains. And this col is somewhat sloping, with one side high and the other low. Feng Hua and the axe were resting under a large elm tree in the heights, and Wu Jiu stood aside.

The axe breathed a sigh of relief, looked at Wu Jiu's appearance, and also struggled to get up, standing behind Feng Hua.

"What are you doing?" Feng Hua didn't react at first, but when he realized it, he was really ......

"Sit down, it's New China now!" Feng Hua said to the axe. As for Wu Jiu, the "distinction between respect and inferiority" may have been engraved into his genes, so she won't talk nonsense. But the axe can still be salvaged.

The axe sat down very obediently, but looking at his expression, he knew that although the person sat down, his heart did not sit down, and he sat down completely "obeying orders".

Feng Hua wiped his face helplessly.

The axe's expression was a little apprehensive, should he sit or stand?

"Alright, you feel free." Feng Hua no longer looked at him, and she found that when she looked at him now, he was nervous.

This thing is making a fuss~

Feng Hua didn't say hello to Wu Jiu anymore, he sat there quietly and looked at the scenery under the mountain, and he finished greeting after 3 rounds.

There are not many people in Wujiazhuang, only about 100 households, scattered in the long and narrow valley. Feng Hua's heart suddenly jumped, and he looked back and looked further up, and then at the bare mountain walls on both sides.

"Uncle Jiu, how many years has Wujiazhuang been established?" Feng Hua asked.

For outsiders to call him Uncle Jiu, Wu Jiu accepted it politely: "Two hundred and thirty-six years." Wu Jiu opened his mouth and gave an accurate number.

"Haven't there been mudslides?" Feng Hua asked.

Wu Jiu's face trembled, he knew about the mudslide, about ten years ago in the autumn, there was a mudslide in the Qingshui River not far away, and an entire village disappeared. But it didn't affect them at that time, and in his memory, Wujiazhuang has always been quite peaceful, and there have been no major natural disasters.

This drought is not counted, it is a universal disaster.

Wu Jiu shook his head.

"What about landslides?" Feng Hua asked again.

Wu Jiu still shook his head.

"Uncle Nine, don't blame me for speaking badly, I'm loyal." Feng Hua stood up and pointed to the entire mountain col and said, "This terrain was formed after the mudslide hundreds or thousands of years ago. If you look at the bare mountain walls on both sides, there will be a landslide sooner or later, and it won't be too far. ”