After hearing the old man's words, Li Ping'an stopped, looked the short old man in front of him up and down again, and asked in a slightly suspicious tone, "Uncle, what object do you have in your hand?" ”

"There is still a pair of words left, I don't know if the guy can see it"

"Where did it come from?"

The old man smiled and stretched out a finger and pointed it to the sky.

After seeing the old man's movements, Li Ping'an's interest was aroused. Regarding the old man's finger to the sky, Li Ping'an felt that there was little hope of bringing it out of the palace, and it was most likely from the prince's mansion in the former Qing Dynasty.

For more than 200 years before the Qing Dynasty stole the Central Plains, those old and young people, even now, still have a lot of good things hidden at home, not to mention the palace nobles of the Beiyang government.

When the Northeast Army of the Zhifeng War was stationed in Sijiu City, it had not been a few years since the abdication of the former Qing Emperor, and if this old man had something real in his hand, it must be a valuable object.

Thinking of this, Li Ping'an's heart was hot, he looked left and right, pulled the old man out of the bustling street, found a remote corner, and said, "Uncle, where are the things you said?" ”

After the old man saw Li Ping'an take the bait, he turned his eyes on the table, covered his stomach with his hands, and pretended to be hungry.

Seeing this old man's performance, Li Ping'an immediately understood what he was thinking, and scolded secretly: He is really a veteran oilman.

"Since the uncle has an upset stomach, then forget it, when we meet again another day, let's go and see the words in your hand together" Li Ping'an can be pinched by him, after saying this, he turned around and pretended to leave.

Seeing that Li Ping'an was leaving, the old man no longer continued to pretend, and hurriedly grabbed Li Ping'an's hand: "Don't go, guy, I just rubbed my stomach, and the things are in my house, we can go and see them now."

"Are you all right? If you are not feeling well, it will be the same if you look at it another day" Li Ping'an looked at the old man with a playful look in his eyes, and said to the old man in a very hypocritical tone.

The old man was not embarrassed to be seen through, patted his chest, and said with a full heart: "Old man, my body is great, there is no discomfort, let's go and see it now."

After the old man finished speaking, he led Li Ping'an forward. The two chatted while walking, and as for their names, they tacitly did not inquire about each other.

The old man led Li Ping'an to turn left and right for a while, and came to the door of an old house on the outskirts of the city, and the old man invited Li Ping'an to come into the house to sit and have a cup of tea.

When you go out, you still have to have vigilance, you can do anything on the street, now that the sky is blue, who would dare to block the road and rob in broad daylight?

Li Ping'an stopped at the door and said to the old man with a smile: "Uncle, go in and take it out, I'll wait for you outside."

"Okay, I'll go in and get something and come out, you wait here for a while" The old man knew Li Ping'an's worries, so he didn't force it, and after saying something to Li Ping'an, he quickly pushed the door and went in.

After the old man entered, Li Ping'an took out the unopened front door from the warehouse, took out a cigarette from it, and looked at the situation in the nearby street while smoking.

This house is close to the main road, and several families around it are obviously inhabited, and the house is close to the main road, so Li Ping'an is relieved.

Before he finished his cigarette, the old man hurried out of the house with a long wooden box in his arms.

"Guy, this is my word, this is a good baby, be careful when you look at it" The old man held the wooden box in both hands and handed it to Li Ping'an.

After taking the wooden box and opening it, Li Ping'an took out the scroll inside, put the wooden box on the ground casually, and carefully unfolded the scroll, and the contents were slowly revealed.

After looking at the beginning, Li Ping'an recognized that the words on this painting were written in the Lan Pavilion preface, but he didn't know that everyone copied it.

Although Li Ping'an does not know how to appreciate cultural relics, he still has the most basic historical knowledge.

The authentic handiwork of Lan Tingxu in the Tang Dynasty has disappeared, and the existing ones in the world are all copied versions, and now we have to see who copied this character.

If it's copied by a celebrity, it's okay, but if it's copied by the unknown prince of the former Qing Dynasty, then this thing is just a piece of waste paper for Li Ping'an, and it's uncomfortable to use it to wipe his buttocks.

With the help of the old man, this copy version of the Orchid Pavilion Preface was finally unfolded, and Li Ping'an immediately looked for the copyist's signature at the bottom of the scroll.

At the bottom of the scroll, Li Ping'an found the author's signature, a single word in the handwritten book, and the seal under the word Shi is "Meiyang Su Shi".

"Su Shi even copied the Orchid Pavilion Preface" Seeing that Li Ping'an was silent after the payment, he was indeed determined to take down this Orchid Pavilion Preface copied by Su Shi.

After reading it, although he didn't know whether the calligraphy was true or false, Li Ping'an still put away this calligraphy work.

He turned his head to look at the old man who was secretly observing his facial expression and said, "Uncle, do you know what is written on this painting?" ”

"Isn't it the Lanting Preface, of course I know, I have seen it before, and they have said that this character is worth a thousand gold and is a national treasure."

This old man knows a fart, a ** son, he hasn't been to school since he was a child, and he doesn't even know his own name, how can he know what is written on it. The three words of Lan Tingxu on it were told to him by his son who had been in school for two days.

As for what he said about finding someone to see it, it's even more nonsense, this thing is not coming from the right way, and it's too late for him to hide it, how can he take it out and find someone to identify it.

Li Ping'an shook his head and smiled, and said: "Uncle, since you know that this is Lan Tingxu, you should know that Lan Tingxu has been buried by the emperor since the Tang Dynasty, and you are imitated by later generations."

"Impossible, this is what I took out from a prince's house, how can it be fake" When the old man heard Li Ping'an say that the thing was imitation, he jumped up in a hurry.

"Uncle, imitation and fake are two different things, your character, according to the inscription, is copied by Su Shi of the Song Dynasty, and it is also valuable" Speaking of this, Li Ping'an paused, and then said again: "But this thing, I don't know if it's true or fake, you give the truth, where did you get it?"

"Young man, I didn't lie to you, this is really something from the prince's mansion, it's absolutely true" The old man was relieved when he heard that it was also valuable, as for who Su Shi was, he didn't care, as long as it was valuable.

Li Ping'an carefully observed the old man's expression, and it didn't look like a fake, but for the sake of insurance, Li Ping'an still said: "Uncle, since you said so, then you can tell me what happened, if what you said is reasonable and there are no big loopholes, then I will treat this picture as true."

After listening to Li Ping'an's words, the expression on the old man's face was very tangled, and the folds on his forehead gathered in a heap.

Li Ping'an didn't urge, lit a cigarette, and slowly waited for the old man to speak.

After waiting for a while, the old man sighed deeply, and then began to talk about the origin of the painting.

This painting was indeed made from the prince's mansion, and the old man really didn't lie to Li Ping'an.

When the old man was still a young man, the old man participated in the second Zhifeng War, and then entered the Sijiu City, and when he first entered the city, their battalion commander was a bold lord, taking advantage of the chaos of the army, he directly led the troops to rob a certain palace in the Sijiu City.

The brothers of their battalion have no military discipline to speak of, they are all a group of bandits who have fallen into the grass, and they have just accepted the recruitment of a brigade commander under Zhang Zuolin and turned into a regular army.

After entering, everyone was fascinated by the magnificence in the palace, and what did they listen to the words of the chief, one by one, like wild horses that had let go of their restraints, and grabbed them separately.

After robbing the things and leaving the palace, these big-headed soldiers, as soon as they took off their clothes, took all the gold and silver treasures they had looted, and became deserters.

That's how the old man's hand came from, he didn't want to grab this painting at that time, but when he was about to run away after snatching the gold, silver and jewelry, he happened to see this painting, and a picture scroll didn't take up any space, so he took it out in his armpit.

After running out of the palace, the old man followed the example of his accomplices and took off his clothes as a deserter. He was lucky not to be caught by the law enforcement team, and he successfully returned to his hometown with the looted things.

After returning to his hometown, the old man sold all the gold and silver he had stolen, and he didn't care much about this lettering, so he threw it aside.

In the eyes of the old man, calligraphy and painting are just a piece of paper on which words have been written, and what money can this thing be worth, it is worth gold and silver jewelry.

Later, after the founding of the People's Republic of China, I happened to hear a conversation between others on the side of the road, and then I remembered the word I had put on the shelf.

However, his background is more complicated, there are still people in his hometown who know that he has been a bandit, but there is no evidence, the old man is worried that he will get into trouble if he takes things out, and the small county town is not easy to shoot, so he can only keep it at home all the time.

That is, this time I met Li Ping'an, a forty-nine adult, otherwise, the old man would definitely not take out this thing.

After listening to the old man's story, Li Ping'an re-looked at the short, skinny, and tattered old man in front of him for the third time.

really responded to the sentence "people can't be good-looking", don't look at this old man's unsightly appearance, his life experience is really rich, he has been a bandit, he has joined the army, robbed the palace and was a deserter.

Li Ping'an doesn't have a good impression of this old man, the content above is definitely beautified, and the previous experience of falling grass is not mentioned. A group of bandits who had just recruited an into the regular army dared to take advantage of the chaos to loot the former Qing Palace, was it just to grab some goods?

When this is said, no one with a brain will believe it.

"Uncle, there are no obvious loopholes in what you said, I just believe that this thing is true, you say a price, this thing, how much money do you want to sell" Character belongs to character, business belongs to business, Li Ping'an can still distinguish this point.