Yanjing City, Fangjiayuan Hutong.

Huang Yongyu and Wang Shixiang walked all the way with their hands in hand.

The pale sun in the sky didn't melt much of the snow on the ground after a busy day's work.

The alley is sprinkled with cinders all the way, and it is steady.

Passing through the narrow aisle, Wang Shixiang, who was carrying a small vegetable basket, finally led Huang Yongyu to the door of the house.

As soon as the padlock opened, Huang Yongyu stomped his shoes and walked in.

Raised his eyes sharply and looked at it, thinking that he had entered the thrift market: "This is considered to be cleaned up?" ”

The three main rooms looked crowded with Ming Dynasty furniture, and only one of them left a pedestrian aisle.

"It can only be like this first," Wang Shixiang was reluctant to lose it: "Otherwise, how can you clean it up." ”

Whether it's the early 80s, or what years before it.

Ming Dynasty furniture has never been included in the catalogue of antiques.

No matter how you count it, it's just a piece of furniture.

It doesn't matter if you are rosewood, ebony, red sandalwood, or sour branch wood, at most it is a big piece for celebrities to show off their wealth.

But what made them suddenly upgrade their value from luxury goods to antique art paradise?

Its main contribution point mostly comes from Wang Shixiang, who is stabbing coal ash with a fire tongs.

After the promotion of overseas collectors, Chinese classical furniture has lived a prosperous life.

Of course, the furniture of the Ming Dynasty at this stage is not even a luxury.

Resting in the store, there is no large closet with three doors to eat.

Even in Wang Shixiang's eyes, they are nothing more than works of art with research value.

At the mouth of the conversation, Huang Yongyu sat on a rose chair with red sour branches: "I haven't seen this chair before, just received it?" ”

"15 yuan a pair," Wang Shixiang liked more and more: "How is it, beautiful, right?" ”

Although Huang Yongyu also thinks it is beautiful, but: "The house is piled up like this, still buy it?" You're not really beating my family's idea, are you? ”

"This pair of chairs was picked at the Yanjing Hardwood Furniture Factory, and they couldn't hold it up since the factory started last year," Wang Shixiang stretched out his arms and gestured.

"There is a large warehouse in the factory, full of ancient furniture collected in the past 30 years, and it is being sold out for a while.

A Huanghuali moon cave door shelf bed is only sold for 400 yuan, and Director Xiao said that if I take it, the price can go down again.

Unfortunately, I have neither the money nor the land to shelve. Alas, you haven't seen Lao Xiao's sorrow! ”

Huang Yongyu smiled: "Can you not worry, now except for you, how can anyone buy hardwood furniture, don't you have to close it." ”

No one could have imagined that in later generations, there were dozens or millions of antique furniture at every turn, but now no one asks about it in the downtown area.

Huanghuali's Ming Dynasty circle chair costs 10 yuan a pair, and the nine-square grid rosewood Bogu frame is 200 yuan, which can also be negotiated......

When Li Hanxiang came to film "Listening to Politics with a Curtain" in the future, his favorite place to run after shutting down every day was this hardwood furniture factory.

"I'll tell you, you can ride a bike with me another day to have a look," Wang Shixiang was waiting for the next month's salary: "When the time comes, you will help me carry a few things back." ”

Huang Yongyu nodded, anyway, it's not the first time.

"Okay, I'll also go and see if there is a suitable red sandalwood pen holder then," Seeing that the other party had no intention of leaving, Huang Yongyu was anxious: "What do you say, are you still going to my place?" ”

When they met at the intersection before, Wang Shixiang heard that Huang Yongyu was going to call Pujiang.

hurriedly shouted to take him one, so the two decided to accompany him home to deliver a dish first, and then go to Huang's house together.

"Okay," Wang Shixiang said and left: "Let's go." ”

The two men held hands and re-embarked on the cinder path.

As soon as I walked into Dayabao Hutong, I saw three familiar figures.

"Hey," Huang Yongyu said curiously, "Why did you get here?" ”

In the courtyard, Zhu Jiajun, Xu Bangda, and Qi Gong turned around at the same time, and happened to take a photo opposite Wang and Huang.

As soon as Xu Bangda saw the comer, he opened his mouth and asked, "Yongyu, what is the name of that nephew in Pujiang?" ”

Zhu Jiajun: "Which newspaper reporter is he?" ”

Qi Gong: "Is it "Oriental Metropolis Daily"? ”

"Huh?"

Huang Yongyu suddenly heard it and asked, "Why are you asking about this?" ”

Xu Bangda was anxious: "Is his name Jiangshan?" ”

"Yes," Huang Yongyu didn't know whether he should admit it: "What happened?" ”

Xu Bangda's expression was visibly excited: "He is a reporter from "Oriental Metropolis Daily"? ”

"What," Huang Yongyu's face changed, and he looked at the other party coldly: "Did he offend you?" ”

"Look at your calf protector," Xu Bangda laughed: "Not only did he not offend me, but he also helped me a lot." ”

"He helped you?" Huang Yongyu was even more strange: "What did he help you?" ”

"You really didn't tell me that?"

"I haven't even had a chance to talk about Lao Wang, so how can I have time to talk about you?" Huang Yongyu asked and pushed the door: "Besides, I don't even know what you're talking about." ”

……

After a hasty dinner, several university scholars sat down in Huang Yongyu's multi-functional study.

When Huang Yongyu's wife brought in with a teapot, a room of Hongru was baking cotton shoes around the coal stove.

"This morning, we are leading Dean Hu to visit the Forbidden City," Zhu Jiajun took the lead in introducing: "As soon as I walked into the restoration room, someone shouted outside. ”

Qi Gong: "It is said that all the newspapers in Yanjing are contacting Lao Xu. ”

Zhu Jiajun: "Even those in Xiangjiang are calling the office. ”

"What's going on?" Huang Yongyu asked, "What are you doing, Lao Xu?" ”

"Two days ago," Xu Bangda looked at Huang Yongyu: "Pujiang's "Oriental Metropolis Daily" published a news article called: The secret of thousand-year-old paintings. ”

Wang Shixiang: "A thousand-year-old painting? ”

Huang Yongyu: "Who painted it?" ”

"I don't know who painted it," Xu Bangda would not agree that "Snow Bamboo Picture" was painted by Xu Xi: "Actually, this name is just a title, and its main title is "Xu Xi's "Falling Ink" Painting Method Temptation". ”

As soon as Xu Bangda said this, Huang Yongyu immediately understood: "Isn't this the article you wrote in the early years?" ”

Wang Shixiang frowned: "Why did it happen in Pujiang?" You didn't deliberately send it to Xie Zhiliu, right? ”

"You think too much," Xu Bangda didn't expect his old friend to think so highly of himself: "It's good to be able to publish, but it's my turn to pick and choose." ”

"That's right," Wang Shixiang nodded: "But why is this Pujiang newspaper willing?" This is an article that overturns the opinion of the director of the Pujiang Museum. ”

"Not long ago, an old friend from Pujiang came to Yanjing to see me," Xu Bangda explained.

"He was originally the editor of the Xinmin Evening News in Pujiang, and when I heard that they were busy resuming publication recently, I asked him if he could help publish an article.

After reading the article at that time, he estimated that the editor-in-chief would not approve the draft. Seeing that I was a little disappointed, he said that a newspaper might be able to help publish it. ”

The tobacco in Huang Yongyu's pipe lit up: "So, your manuscript entered the Oriental Metropolis Daily?" ”

"That's right," Xu continued, "but it wasn't this article that made the big guys call me, it's another one." ”

Wang Shixiang said curiously: "You wrote another one?" ”

"Where did I write it," Xu Bangda stared at Huang Yongyu: "It was written by your nephew named Jiang Shan." ”

"Jiang Shan wrote it?" Huang Yongyu's mouth spread his pipe: "What are you writing?" ”

Xu Bangda's eyes narrowed: "Do you still remember the incident of "Fuchun Mountain Residence" back then?" ”

Wang Shixiang asked in surprise: "That kid reported this matter?" ”

Xu Bangda, Qi Gong and Zhu Jiajun nodded together.

"No wonder the newspaper wants to contact you," Huang Yongyu finally understood: "This story is much more interesting than your snow bamboo picture." ”

Wang Shixiang also thinks it is: "It sounds mysterious." ”

Ranked among the top ten famous paintings in China, "Fuchun Mountain Residence" is a masterpiece of Huang Gongwang, a famous artist in the Yuan Dynasty.

As the name suggests, this painting depicts the beautiful scenery and water on both sides of the Fuchun River.

Like "Riverside Scene at Qingming Festival", this painting moves with the scene, and the scene changes with the person.

In the change of scenery, the artist painted everything as far as the eye could see.

Until a long scroll of ink about 7 meters long, it became famous.

There is no suspense, and this painting has since become a favorite of collectors.

After changing hands several times, it was finally acquired by Wu Zhengzhi, a collector of the Ming Dynasty.

Xu is too in love with this "Fuchun Mountain Residence Map", or perhaps it is the idea that "it is better to be happy than to be happy alone".

Before he died, Wu Zhengzhi ordered his family to burn the painting in front of him for burial.

In addition to "Fuchun Mountain Residence Map", in a list of people who went to Huangquan together, there is another hand-me-down work "Thousand Character Text".

Fortunately, when "Thousand Character Text" went forward, the "Fuchun Mountain Residence Map" in the brazier was snatched out by the nephew surnamed Wu.

It's a pity that this 7-meter-long scroll was still burned out of a string of bead holes.

After that, "Fuchun Mountain Residence Map" was forced to be split into two and reframed.

Although the first part of the painting is short, it is short and capable, and the picture is intact, and it is called "Leftover Mountain" by later generations.

The second half is long enough, but it is seriously damaged, and the picture is repaired a lot, and it is called "Useless Division" by later generations.

But although this rumor has been around for a long time, Qianlong doesn't believe these magical "gossip".

insisted on treating a perfect "Fuchun Mountain Residence Map" in the palace as genuine, and stamped it with its own official appraisal seal.

This painting is flawless, but it is actually a "Useless Master Scroll" copied by literati in the late Ming Dynasty.

The money was cut off by the criminals and a forged inscription was added.

It is a pity that the level of this lawbreaker is limited, and he does not know the calligraphy and painting inscriptions of the Yuan Dynasty, which are actually painted in the paintings.

But fortunately, Qianlong's appraisal level is also limited, and he has never felt that there is anything wrong with the book's inscription in the blank space of the picture.

And so, they made each other happen.

For more than ten years, Qianlong had to take out this painting every year, leave a message and reprint it.

Even if a heavy minister later brought the authentic work of "The Useless Master" to dedicate, he was also identified as a copy, and he took up the pen and issued an appraisal result on the authentic handwriting.

In 1933, the important cultural relics of the Forbidden City moved south, and 10,000 boxes of treasures arrived in the magic capital in five batches.

Xu Bangda, who happened to be working in the magic capital at that time, followed some officials to the treasury to observe.

After seeing the two "Fuchun Mountain Residence Maps", he immediately went to his old line and went to investigate carefully.

After some careful research, Xu Banchi found that Qianlong's 'authentic handiwork' stamped with the treasure seal was actually a copy of the painting.

And the 'fake' given by Qianlong himself is the real "Useless Master".

This discovery was terrible, and the collector Ye Gongxuan, who was the chairman of the Magic City Museum at the time, immediately organized an expert group to participate in the identification.

The final result is really just like Xu Banchi's judgment.

It seems that the true dragon emperor also has oolong times.

Since then, this old Mao "Useless Master" has been respected by later generations as "Ziming Volume".

The background of the reading is special, and it is imitated at the end of the Ming Dynasty.

"Ziming Volume" has also become a collectible painting, and it has been included in Wanwan's old museum together with "The Useless Master".

The other half of the "Leftover Mountain" was included in the Zhejiang Museum.

"It is said that no one has mentioned this matter for a long time," Huang Yongyu pondered for a while: "Where did this kid know about it?" ”

"People are from the newspaper, and it's not easy to inquire about something," Zhu Jiajun said: "Besides, Lao Xu's matter is not a secret." ”

"That's right," Huang Yongyu looked at Xu Bangda and smiled: "It's okay now, your article has finally been published." ”

Qi Gong also smiled: "Speaking of which, Lao Xu's article has been around for some years. ”

"But no," Xu Bangda: "As Lao Xie's official becomes bigger and bigger, it will be even more difficult for me to see this article." ”

"So," Zhu Jiajun said to Huang Yongyu:

"When we learned that the author of "The Adventures of a Thousand Years of Ancient Paintings" was Jiang Shan, we thought that you had asked him to help publish Lao Xu's article on what kind of snow and bamboo pictures."

Xu Bangda stared at Huang Yongyu: "Really didn't you do a good job?" ”

Huang Yongyu shook his head resolutely: "Am I the kind of person who does good deeds without leaving a name?" ”

The elders in the room shook their heads at the same time.

"So, it's a complete coincidence?" Xu Bangda immediately felt that he had a fate with this son: "This child is a visionary. ”

Huang Yongyu: "Where do you know? ”

Xu Bangda: "The text of "The Adventures of a Thousand Years of Ancient Paintings" is there. ”

"I wanted to ask just now," Wang Shixiang said curiously: "What is this "Adventures of a Thousand Years of Ancient Paintings"? ”

Qi Gong: "It is an article describing Lao Xu's appraisal of the "Fuchun Mountain Residence Map". ”

"Oh," Wang Shixiang turned his mind and found something amazing: "Yongyu, your nephew really doesn't know that Lao Xu is your friend?" ”

Huang Yongyu can conclude: "He doesn't even know who it is you." ”

"But you didn't find it," Wang Shixiang said word by word: "Jiang Shan put these two articles together, isn't it tantamount to showing Lao Xu's appraisal skills to the masses." ”

"......" Zhu Jiajun made it clear at one point: "It's really true." ”

Xu Bangda was stunned for a moment: "My article only identified the age of "Snow Bamboo Picture" on its painting method, and did not mention Xie Zhiliu's not. ”

"But no one in the circle knows that you are overturning his opinion."

In fact, they all thought too much, and Jiangshan's move was just to enliven the atmosphere of the new column of their newspaper "National Treasure".

"Take care of these things first," Huang Yongyu couldn't sit still: "I'll call Pujiang first, Brother Boju is in charge of the ward, and I haven't thanked that kid yet." ”

……

Soon, a family in the courtyard of No. 51 Anhe Street heard a burst of phone ringing.

"Uncle Yongyu," Jiang Shan was happy when he heard it: "I'm unpacking the parcel you sent me!" ”

Jiang Shan's happy voice infected Huang Yongyu: "See the first day seal? ”

"Of course I saw it," the first day cover of the monkey ticket was only sold in Yanjing, Jiang Shan said: "I went to line up early that morning, but unfortunately I didn't buy it." ”

"Do you have to queue up to buy stamps? Bolin has already prepared it for you," Huang Yongyu said: "In addition, the matter of Zhang Boju's ward, you kid has done a good job." ”

"Elder Zhang has moved into a single room?" Li Guyi never mentioned it to Jiangshan.

"You don't know yet?" Huang Yongyu said: "It's not a single room, it's a high-level ward. ”

"She only said that she would do it," Jiang Shan 1510 said: "I don't have to ask in detail." ”

"Your friend is interesting enough," Huang Yongyu said, "and sent a fruit basket." ”

"You also know this friend of mine," Jiang Shan said with a smile: "You also had dinner with her at the Yanjing Hotel." ”

"Who?" Although Huang Yongyu had only eaten Yanjing Hotel with Jiangshan once, he was deeply impressed: "Liu Xiaoqing? ”

"No, it's Teacher Li Guyi."

"It turned out that Li Guyi was helping," Huang Yongyu didn't notice the shocked expression in the room when he said this: "Your kid is friends with her now?" ”

"She happened to be right next to me when you called me that day."

"Li Guyi is also in Pujiang?"

"I was doing a concert recently, and she helped to check it," Jiang Shan suddenly had an idea:

"By the way, Uncle Yongyu, haven't you always wanted to come to Pujiang to play, just come over in two days."

"To Pujiang? Going in two days? ”

"I've got a concert coming soon, the best one, would you like to come and have a look?"

"Okay," Huang Yongyu likes to join in the fun: "It just so happens that I have something to talk to you face-to-face." ”

After speaking, he glanced at Wang Shixiang and saw that the other party was desperately pointing at him, so he said: "When the time comes, I will help you introduce a master, and he also loves to play." ”

"Cheng," Jiang Shan had already calculated: "You wait for my call tomorrow, and then I will ask someone to send you a train ticket to ......"

After hanging up the phone, Huang Yongyu and Wang Shixiang glanced at each other happily.

When he turned his face again, he found that the other three were staring at them angrily.

"What's going on?"

"Why only Wang Shixiang?"

(End of chapter)