"How did I hear that the real "Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" was picked up from the wastebasket!"

Cao Yu just wanted to take a sip of tea that was easy to cool down, and when he heard that others were talking about it, he hurriedly asked more.

In the distance, the afterglow of the setting sun scattered most of the Mingsha Mountain.

Jiang Shan looked out the window, and the cave on the west side was hidden in the darkness, revealing a bottomless blackness.

The grotto, which still has some remaining light, looks even more mysterious in the eyes from a distance.

The staff of the provincial propaganda department were also looking out the window.

After glancing down at the time, before he could frown, he was stumped by the sound of chatter in the room.

The way back to the city is only about 20 kilometers, but due to the challenges of road conditions and light.

The vans had to run twice as long.

"If you want to ask this, I guess I am the only one present who can tell you the truth," Huang Yongyu looked at Cao Yu:

"In 51, when I was just called back to Yanjing by my cousin, I sent Jiang Feng of the Academy of Fine Arts to Rong Bao Zhai to learn the lost craft.

A few years ago, it was the time when the goods in the Northeast were the most sdemanding, and by the time I went, they had already stopped a lot.

Yang Renkai, who often visits Rong Bao Zhai, suddenly received a notice from Liao Bo, saying that he asked him to help inspect a few paintings. ”

"Yang Renkai?" Shao Bolin knew this: "The vice president of Liaobo? ”

"At that time, he didn't become a yet," Huang Yongyu continued: "When he returned to Yanjing after a while, he brought back a picture of the Qingming River. ”

Cao Yu was taken aback when he heard it: "Is it the one in the museum now?" ”

"That's it," Huang Yongyu nodded: "However, you said before that this painting was brought back from the wastebasket, and you are actually right......

In 1924, before being driven out of the Forbidden City by Feng Yuxiang, Pu Yi transported a total of 7 or 80 boxes of treasures from the palace.

Among them, there are 1,285 pieces of calligraphy and paintings of celebrities in the past dynasties.

The reason why this number can be zero and whole is clearly remembered.

Thanks to Pu Yi's good habits, his brother settles accounts.

All the treasures that Pu Jie and other cronies brought out were all recorded and recorded.

When he was arrested, a treasure catalog was found in the small bag.

In this booklet, there is such a sentence: "Qingming Riverside Map" six pieces.

This paid off, and for a while, the antique dealers rushed to the northeast like crazy.

You must know that before this, everyone thought that the "Qingming Riverside Map" in the Qing Palace had been buried in the fire.

In the Forbidden City in 1923, a fire in Jianfu Palace destroyed more than 400 houses.

A large collection of precious goods, reduced to ashes.

It is said that it was the eunuch who deliberately set the fire in order to cover up the evidence of the murder of the prison guard's self-theft.

Twenty days after the fire was extinguished, the angry Pu Yi dismissed all the eunuchs by decree.

At this point, the fact that heirloom treasures such as "Qingming Riverside Map" died in the fire spread among the people.

After that, the time quickly came to 1945, and after Pu Yi was captured by the Soviet Red Army, a large number of masterpieces were also brought to life.

Among them, the most famous is "Qingming Riverside Map".

It turned out that long before the fire, Pu Yi had already transferred more than a thousand calligraphy and paintings.

Indirectly, it has made a contribution to the protection of historical civilization.

At the same time that Pu Yi was sent back by the Soviet Red Army, the government began to call on everyone to hand over the palace relics scattered among the people.

Unexpectedly, there were really cultural relics that flowed back to the People's Bank of Northeast China.

It was not until 1949 that the Northeast Museum was established and received the cultural relics preserved in the Northeast People's Bank.

But no one dared to touch these relics, and they have been sealed in the museum's warehouse.

It wasn't until two years later that the museum that received the order began its inventory.

An inconspicuous small suitcase was opened by the staff.

In this small suitcase marked "Puyi left an airport suitcase", the staff was surprised to find three "Qingming Riverside Pictures".

It really doesn't matter if you don't look at it, you are shocked when you see it.

Although there were many surprises from the beginning of the inventory of cultural relics, this time it was a little different.

Others, such as "Hairpin Lady" and "Lady of the Kingdom of Qiu", are all the only one.

However, this "Qingming Riverside Map" actually appeared three at once.

Who is true and who is not?

After careful identification by several town hall experts, a fake was ruled out inside.

The rest must be identified by treasure experts with the prefix of the national character.

So, Yang Renkai was invited to Liaobo.

"On the way there, Yang Renkai didn't have much hope at all," Huang recalled.

"Because before this, he had helped others see more than a dozen "Qingming Riverside Pictures", all of which were fake without exception, so he was mentally prepared that all three of them were fakes.

"But he ignored one thing," Shen Congwen laughed: "The place I went to this time is the Northeast." ”

"That's right," Huang Yongyu also smiled:

Soon, he saw two of the "Qingming Riverside Pictures", and after opening the first one, there was a strong ancient rhyme......

Anyway, the final result was that before Lao Yang's buttocks were hot, he saw the legendary "Qingming Riverside Map". ”

"Authentic?" Chang Shuhong exclaimed: "The first one is the real handiwork? ”

Jiang Shan sighed: "This luck is invincible!" ”

"Qiu Ben's "Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival," Huang Yongyu added: "It is the one painted by Qiu Ying, one of the four great talents of the Ming Dynasty." ”

"The enemy is also terrible."

"Of course, it's not okay to excite Lao Yang," Huang Yongyu seemed to see it:

"My hands are almost unsteady, so I still spread them casually, and when I close them, I immediately follow the rules."

That is, the professional technique in the museum, the exhibition and the closing of the volume.

"So, you don't have to look at the last two."

"How can you not look at it," Huang Yongyu continued with a cigarette holder in his mouth:

"After opening a big one, Lao Yang suddenly became energetic, the goods in the Northeast are really not ordinary, not to mention that they were originally seen by experts from the Human Museum."

But unfortunately, there are times when experts look away.

Moreover, there are not a few cases of eye-wandering.

When Yang Renkai opened the second "Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival", it didn't take long for him to judge that it was a fake.

But he is still very happy to see the long-lost copy of the "Qingming Riverside Map" on this trip.

Yang Renkai was already excited.

Just as he was about to leave with a smile, he casually caught a glimpse of a cardboard box stacked in the corner of the office.

There were a few calligraphy and paintings thrown in it, and one of the old scrolls immediately led Yang Renkai straight over.

Generally speaking, after this description, something big will happen.

Cao Yu, who was old and experienced, immediately cooperated: "What is that?" ”

Huang Yongyu stretched out his arms: "When he picked up the painting and slowly opened it, my god ......"

A broken painting silk slowly unfolded, and the inscriptions and seals of celebrities of the past dynasties were displayed in front of Yang Renkai's eyes.

Rich and detailed, orderly circulation.

Although his eyes were trembling, he was still in no hurry to draw conclusions.

The more Huang Yongyu spoke, the more it looked like a play, and the more several people in the room listened, the more addicted they became.

No one noticed that there were already several interns from the institute standing outside the window of the reference room.

These are students from the history departments and art departments of various universities.

I never thought that I would be able to hear such a magical legend of a national treasure on an ordinary afternoon.

"The 528-centimeter-long and 25-centimeter-wide silk slowly unfolds," Huang Yongyu's hands kept gesturing:

"Look at the chronology first, there is no problem, and then look at its contents...... That's right, it's the same as recorded in "Tokyo Menghualu". ”

Many imitations of excellent quality were defeated on the famous Hongqiao in "Qingming Riverside Picture".

It is obviously a wooden arcade bridge, but many fakes show a stone arch bridge.

After Yang Renkai went through the details one by one, he immediately took the case.

"Since the difficulty of beating Jingkang, "The Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" has finally reappeared in the world after 800 years!"

Huang Yongyu waved his hand excitedly, as if the real thing had been discovered by him.

The people in the room heard the golden light in their eyes, and they were happy with Huang Yongyu.

"Teacher,"

At this time, the students outside the window asked a question: "Why don't the experts in the Liaoning Museum see that this painting is genuine?" ”

"Yes," another voice also questioned, "Why do they think differently from Elder Yang?" In 52 years, Yang Lao was only in his thirties! ”

"You're all done," Chang Shuhong hurriedly rounded: "Don't ask, don't hurry up and rest." ”

"It's out of the way," Huang Yongyu likes to be with young people: "You kids don't know much about Professor Yang, do you?" ”

"Tell us about it."

"yes, you say more?"

Every year, a group of interns come to Dunhuang to help complete the boring and arduous restoration of the murals.

It's easy for these students to wait for an interesting day, and they all want to persuade the old experts to say two more paragraphs to themselves.

"Actually, although Lao Yang at that time had already seen the truth and falsehood, he didn't make a decision immediately.

After all, this one is different from the previous one, because there are expert differences!

Therefore, it was proposed to transport it back to Yanjing and invite the five most famous connoisseurs of the time to appreciate it together. ”

After that, in the Forbidden City Museum in Yanjing, there was good news about the discovery of the "Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival".

Prior to this, the Forbidden City Museum in Wanwan had preemptively announced that the "Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival" in the museum was the only authentic work in the world.

After the announcement of Wanwan, Japan-Ben and the United States also declared to the outside world that the authenticity of the "Qingming Riverside Map" was in their hands.

For a time, the whole world was putting anti-counterfeiting labels on their "Qingming Riverside Map".

Regardless of the rest, according to Jiangshan's understanding, Wanwan's "Qingming Riverside Map" has been stamped and printed by Qianlong.

The names of the five artists are clearly marked.

That painting was an imitation of the five masters in the Qing Palace at that time.

"And then?" A classic question floated in from the window: "What are the results of the experts' appraisal?" ”

"Of course it's true, otherwise, where did Yanjing's "Qingming Riverside Map" come from?"

"In the end, Lao Yang won!" Huang Yongyu asked with a smile:

"Don't look at Lao Yang was only in his thirties at the time, do you know what he did in those years?"

Huang Yongyu's words not only made the students outside the window curious.

Even a few old cadres in the room were curious.

Wu Xiaobang couldn't help but ask, "What did he do?" ”

"Every time Yang Renkai comes to Yanjing to do business, he doesn't like to live in a guest house, he falls in love with Rong Bao Zhai to stay overnight," Huang Yongyu knows these things too well:

"One day, a young man walked into Rong Bao Zhai with a bag of shredded paper on his back, and he wanted to sell it for 1,000 yuan."

You know, at that time, Qi Baishi's paintings were only sold for 5 yuan a foot.

Rong Baozhai's buddy immediately felt that there must be a lot of things in the young man's sack.

So I quickly opened it to see, but I didn't think it was a bag of shredded paper.

"Shredded paper?" Cao Yu confirmed again and again: "A bag full of shredded paper? ”

"It's strange here," Huang Yongyu was also strange:

"Nothing strange has happened in the glaze factory, buy the eye, sell the eye...... The only thing I have never seen is that I have carried a bag of shredded paper to exchange money. ”

"And then?"

"The salesmen of Rong Bao Zhai are all big guys in the past, they are all people who have seen the world, and it just so happened that Yang Renkai was lying in the back room taking a nap that day."

So, the salesman ran over and woke him up.

As soon as I heard that, someone in the shop came with a sack of shredded paper and asked for a thousand yuan.

Yang Renkai was also confused.

I had no choice but to help the salesperson go over and have a look.

"Where's the boy?"

Glancing at the sack on the countertop, Yang Renkai asked with a smile.

"Harbin." The young man replied honestly: "This package of paper is not sold for less than 1,000 yuan." ”

"I haven't seen it yet!" As soon as he heard that the other party was from Harbin, Yang Renkai asked again: "Where did this bag of things come from?" ”

"The ancestral ones in the family are not sold for less than 1,000 yuan."

Seeing that the other party repeated over and over again to sell for 1,000 yuan, the salesperson in the store couldn't help it: "Do you see whose ancestral heirloom is like this?" ”

"Anyway, if it's less than 1,000 yuan, it won't be sold." The lad seemed to say only that.

Seeing that the other party was so persistent, Yang Renkai not only did not blame him, but became more interested in this sack.

"Then let me see first," he slowly opened his pocket, "what kind of good thing is it, it can be sold for a thousand yuan if it is broken." ”

The young man was stunned for a moment, looking at Yang Renkai's frowning brows after grabbing a piece of shredded paper, and his heart became nervous.

Before finding Rong Bao Zhai, he had been to many antique shops.

It's not that he laughs at him for thinking about money and wants to go crazy, or after reading it, he is only willing to give a few dozen yuan to pass it casually.

If it weren't for his mother's repeated insistence, the young man would have disposed of this bag of shredded paper long ago.

Because, even he himself couldn't believe that the bag of shredded paper at home could be worth a thousand yuan.

Just when he thought he would hear the same sarcastic words, Yang Renkai at the counter was also stunned.

The sack in front of me looked dirty, with shredded paper in the bag.

It's a veritable bag of garbage.

Look inside.

The shredded pieces of paper in the sack were more fragments than he expected, the smallest being no bigger than a fingernail.

However, because of this, Yang Renkai saw at a glance that these papers were obviously not products of modern times.

He immediately realized that there was something wrong with the pile of shredded paper in front of him.

"Is this really your family's ancestral heirloom?"

"It is true," affirmed the young man, "that my father lost his life for them." ”

(End of chapter)