Wu Yi first held a flashlight to shine on the painting on the wall, the painting was framed with a carved wooden frame and hung on the wall, about one meter four or five long, and nearly one meter wide.

Because there is more rainy weather here, so the surface of the painting looks a little damp, but the content of the painting is not a little damaged, Wu Yi came closer to watch, sure enough, there is a layer of oily film on the surface of the painting, this is the most common means of folk preservation of calligraphy and painting, that is, the oil refined from the animal body is mixed with some other ingredients on the surface of the calligraphy and painting, which can not only prevent moisture but also prevent the calligraphy and painting from being scratched.

This painting depicts an old man with a bun and a gray robe, he made a gesture of stroking his beard with one hand, and the other hand is comfortably placed on his knees, the whole person's expression is not happy or sad, neither humble nor overbearing, it looks like it gives people a feeling of indifference to fame and fortune, and the feeling of being a master outside the world, plus he is surrounded by fairy clouds, and there are several cranes soaring on one side, which makes this person look like a fairy wind bone.

Wu Yi looked at it and said that if it was expected, the person in this painting should be the legendary Master Lu Banzu, but his image at this time is really different from what he saw in history textbooks before, the Lu Ban painted in history textbooks is a straw hat on his back, dressed in the costume of a peasant uncle, and the master in front of him really has no common characteristics, and I don't know whether the image of Master Lu Banzu has been smeared in the textbook, or the painting has been deified.

There is also a very beautiful vertical column of calligraphy characters written on both sides of this painting, even Wu Yi who does not know calligraphy can see at a glance that the calligraphy skills of the person who wrote these two vertical columns of words are very profound, and every stroke is extremely powerful.

The two vertical characters read:

Eternal Workers' Ancestors

Thousand Autumn Artist Division

At the end of the latter sentence is a name named 'Lu Heng', which is obviously written by him.

The fat man has no artistic cells, and he is a very practical person, and after seeing this painting, he opened his mouth and asked if the painting was worth it, and what kind of market it would be if he took it out now.

Wu Yi thought for a moment and stretched out five fingers.

The fat man shrank his neck in fright when he saw it,

"What? Is it half a million or five million? My good girl, how can you be so valuable! ”

Wu Yi smiled and scolded,

"You think too much, if you really take out this painting, it would be good to sell it for five hundred yuan, and five million? If you open your mouth and ask someone for 5 million, people will have to scold you for being insane. ”

"Five hundred? No way! ”

The fat man didn't believe it, and said with a snort,

"Old man Qi Baishi's painting has even been sold for hundreds of millions, this painting is large in size, and there are written records on it, not to mention that eighty percent is also an antiquity, and the difference between 100 million and 500 yuan is too much, who do you pit if you sell 500 yuan?

I said you kid be honest, don't keep pouring cold water on me, give me a realistic price, how much is it worth? ”

Wu Yi shook his head and said,

"Am I telling a lie, don't you ask Wan Qian, she used to specialize in selling ancient characters and ancient paintings in Canglang City, how much this painting can be worth, she should know better than me."

When the fat man heard this, he looked at Wan Qian suspiciously, Wan Qian smiled and said,

"Our little villain's eyesight is still okay, if this painting is sold in my store, it will be worth five hundred yuan at most, and people who really know how to do it may not be willing to spend this money to buy it."

The fat man may not be able to accept this answer for a while, his expression is a little sluggish, and he was stunned and said,

"Why? This is an antiquity, I have also found this kind of hanging painting from the ancient tomb before, it is smaller than this, and it has been sold for hundreds of thousands......"

Wan Qian explained,

"The paintings in the ancestral hall and the paintings unearthed in the ancient tomb are completely different things, the paintings in the ancient tomb have a historical investigation, what it looked like when the owner of the tomb was put in, and what it looked like after being unearthed, and it has not been repaired or restored by man during the period.

However, this kind of hanging painting in the ancestral hall is different, because it is exposed to the air all year round, so the degree of damage is unimaginable, and after the damage, those villagers will definitely find painters and others to re-polish it, in popular terms, that is, renovate it.

You look at the inscription of this painting, the color of the ink is still very new, obviously a few years ago this painting was re-done, in my experience, this painting has been re-polished no less than ten or twenty times, after taking it out, I am afraid that even the quality and value of the fake is not as good, it is very rare to be worth five hundred yuan. ”

The fat man immediately made a bitter face, like a bitter gourd, and stood there and sighed, Wu Yi also smiled when he saw the fat man's decay, ignored him, and used a flashlight to shine on the spiritual positions under the hanging paintings.

There are a lot of spiritual positions, and there are more than a hundred of them in one sweep, and the one in the middle is slightly larger, and the color is slightly different, and the other spiritual positions are made of that kind of dark red wood, and the text on it is written with red paint.

This is black wood in white letters, and it is written 'The Spirit Seat of Lu Che, a disciple of Banzu's personal disciple', and the circumference is also wrapped with a layer of dark gold metal.

Seeing that this spiritual seat was wrapped with a metal edge, Wu Yi was a little surprised, the spiritual seat is actually very particular, especially in ancient times, it is not possible to make any shape you want, generally only for the country, there are soldiers who have been praised by the emperor at that time, and can only use metal to wrap the edge after death, in order to mourn the former Jin Ge Iron Horse career and the noble status of the deceased, but I didn't expect this Lu Che to have been in the army.

Wu Yi was thinking about it, but suddenly heard the fat man shouting on the side, Ye Wuxin and the others were also like Wu Yi at this time, looking at the name on the spiritual seat, the fat man's shout attracted everyone's attention, and they all turned their heads to look at the fat man.

It's just that at a glance, Wu Yi was angry, and saw that the fat man was still standing there staring at the hanging painting at this time, looking at his expression as if he wanted to get into the painting, and immediately said angrily,

"Hey, I said comrade fatty, when did you become so unproductive, is a painting worth a few hundred dollars so attractive to you? Are you crazy about money? ”

Who knew that the fat man shook his head quickly when he heard this, and then his face changed, and the hand pointing to the painting trembled a little!

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