Almost all of these calligraphy and paintings are from modern and modern celebrities, and one of the most precious paintings is Chen Shizeng's flower and bird paintings.

Although it is not a work of Chen Shizeng at his peak, the starting price of the current market is also hundreds of thousands.

Monk Yuantong glanced at Zhao Yushi unexpectedly, he occasionally wanted to see Chen Shizeng's flowers and birds, Zhao Yushi was very precious, and he was reluctant to take it out on weekdays, but at this time he took it out and gave it to Mu Zhengyang, which can be said to come with full sincerity, but he didn't say anything, quietly wanted to see how Mu Zhengyang dealt with it.

Grace is not a gentleman, and it is a villain if you don't repay it.

From the late Ming Dynasty Feng Menglong's compilation of "Warning to the World", it tells the story of Zhao Kuangyin sending Jingniang thousands of miles away.

Jing Niang is willing to trust each other for life, but Zhao said: "The virtuous sister is not my glue and drumming, originally for the righteousness of thousands of miles to send each other, now if you have a private relationship with that ringing horse, what is the difference between the situation and the gentleman's kindness." Jing Niang said: "Brother Gao Jian, the concubine can't make up for the great virtue in this life, and she should die as a ring of grass." So Jingniang committed suicide by throwing herself into the lake, and was posthumously named Mrs. Zhenyi, and Jingniang Lake was also named after this.

When Mu Zhengyang rescued people in Tiekou Lane, he didn't care about the identity of the rescued, nor did he think about trying to get paid in the future, he just did something he thought he should do, and then refused Zhao Kangping's invitation, but in his opinion, Zhao Kuangyin's approach was also a bit excessive, which would lead to Jing Niang's suicide, so he smiled and said to Zhao Yushi: " I saved people by hand, but the old gentleman came from afar, and I have received the old gentleman's thanks, but there are too many of these calligraphy and paintings, let me pick out a pair of my favorite from them!"

Zhao Yushi is very clear that among his calligraphy and paintings, in addition to Chen Shizeng's flowers and birds, the other collection values are very average, since this Mr. Mu intends to choose a pair of his favorites from it, he should choose Chen Shizeng's flowers and birds, and several other paintings are of this Mr. Mu's level, it may not have been seen yet, so he nodded and said: "That's okay, I'll spread it out for you to see, Mr. Mu can pick at will!"

Monk Yuantong helped together and spread a few calligraphy and paintings brought by Zhao Yushi on the long table.

Mu Zhengyang glanced at it, from an artistic point of view, Chen Shizeng's picture of flowers and birds stood out from the crowd, and from the eyes of Zhao Yushi and the bald monk, they should all love Chen Shizeng's picture of flowers and birds, so he picked a yellowed scroll.

The yellowed scroll is the only one with a bit of history in these calligraphy and paintings, and only a few small black characters in the middle of the top are particularly clear, but the content of the painting is blurred, only the outlines of some mountains and rivers are faintly visible, and there is nothing special about it.

Mu Zhengyang pointed to the yellowed scroll and said, "Then I will choose this painting!"

Zhao Yushi didn't expect Mu Zhengyang to choose this painting, and explained to Mu Zhengyang: "This painting was exchanged for a cigarette from a big warehouse in a stall decades ago, at first I thought I had found a treasure, and then I deliberately found someone to identify it, saying that this painting only has some material and some characteristics, and the content on the painting is worthless, you can choose this painting of flowers and birds, which is the handwriting of the modern famous Chen Shizeng, and it is more collectible!"

Mu Zhengyang shook his head, put away the yellowed 'Mountains and Rivers Map' on the table, and said with a smile: "Old man, you just said that I would pick it at will, I like this painting, you can't regret it!"

Yuantong monk can see the truth, since ancient times calligraphy and painting are not separated, can write yesterday saw "bamboo stone", "drinking" and other words, must also have a certain level of appreciation of Chinese painting, naturally can see the value of Chen Shizeng's flower and bird pictures, and Chen Shizeng's name alone is enough to make people's hearts move, but this Mr. Mu chose an ordinary dilapidated picture scroll, which is not only to show that he accepted Zhao Lao's gratitude, but also did not win the love of others, and acted in a very elegant manner, and couldn't help but bow slightly.

Zhao Yushi was speechless for a while, and he didn't think to refute Mu Zhengyang's words, and said, "Mr. Mu, this ......"

Monk Yuantong smiled and said: "Old Zhao, the purpose of your trip is half complete, but I still want to make a fate to the herdsman!"

Zhao Yushi also figured out the context, and respected Mu Zhengyang in his heart, but he said everything, and now it was too late to regret it, so he didn't continue to be obsessed with thanksgiving, and introduced to Mu Zhengyang with a smile: "This great monk is called Yuantong, and he is the host of the Jinyu Lake Gate Temple in Tieshan, our county! He is also proficient in calligraphy, and he also claims to be the first in our Ze'an City!"

"Yuantong?", Mu Zhengyang heard this, and secretly thought in his heart that this Yuantong monk might have a senior brother or junior brother named 'Shentong', and looked at the Yuantong monk interestingly: "This master, if you want to turn your fate, you should be in the wrong place, I am a academy here." ”

Monk Yuantong laughed and said: "There are thousands of roads, and calligraphy is the first." The poor monk saw the word of the shepherd yesterday, and today he came to ask for a look, and the air is filled with the fragrance of osmanthus wine, and by the way, he drank a glass of wine to the layman!"

Mu Zhengyang said as if you were late: "The two words you saw yesterday were originally discarded by me in the wastebasket, and I went home last night and lacked the introduction to ignite the fire, so I took them and lit them, and now they have turned into ashes!"

Zhao Yushi lost his voice and said: "Ah? Yesterday's "Bamboo and Stone" wrote the willow style to the extreme, and that "Drinking" won the three flavors of Yan Zhenqing's "Manuscript for Sacrifice to Nephews", not to mention that in our Ze'an City, even in Hanjiang Province, it is a rare calligraphy masterpiece, and you burned it like this?"

Mu Zhengyang said calmly: "Those are my two immature works, burn them, let's burn them, there's no pity!"

Zhao Yushi's face turned red in a hurry, and he regretted it in his heart, as if he had lost two treasures, and said: "It's really a tyrannical thing, I knew that it was today's scene, I just stole them yesterday and stole them!"

The Yuantong monk seems to see a monster, and the calligraphy photo is difficult to reflect the charm of the real handiwork, but the "drinking" he saw yesterday has made his eyes shine, just like that, the young man in front of him is actually used to light the fire, and it is said that it is his immature work, and it is burned when it is burned, it is not worth a pity, it is really crazy, and he said:" Mu Jushi, those two words are your immature works, I think now is a little sophisticated, when I came to the door received Mr. Mu's flying pen, it seems that Mr. Mu was just practicing words, I don't know if I can borrow Mr. Mu to write the words to see it?"

Mu Zhengyang pointed to the wastepaper basket and said: "It's a little progress, but it's not yet to the point of complete integration.

"Trash?"

It was a wastepaper basket again, Zhao Yushi immediately squatted down, picked out the poem "Will Enter the Wine" written by Mu Zhengyang from the wastepaper basket, and spread it on the long table with great excitement.