The more Jin Changxu listened, the more strange he became, and secretly said that this kid really has some doorways, no wonder Master Wu appreciated it, but Wu Fuzi laughed, "In the whole story, this green landscape painting is based on stone blue and stone green that used heavy mineral pigments in ancient times, showing the verdant mountains and rocks and trees, starting with Li Sixun of the Tang Dynasty, Wang Ximeng, who reached the peak in the Northern Song Dynasty. ”

What he said is good, the master of Chinese painting Wu Fuzi was originally disdainful of these fakes, all thanks to Lin Yifei here, there is a person to talk to, this is quite interested, otherwise to Jin Changxu on painting, inevitably a little to the cow playing the piano, asked the feeling of blindness, stretched out his hand and unfolded a picture scroll, pointed to Lin Yifei.

Although Jin Changxu's collection is fake, the objects of copying are mostly ancient and modern masterpieces, what Jiucheng Palace Fan Picture out of the water hibiscus picture, Baimei Picture, etc., to name a few, Wu Fuzi is aware of each one, one by one comment a few sentences, sometimes the interest comes, but also pick up the pen to write a few words, Jin Changxu has been planning for a long time, pen and ink waiting, he knows that these fakes are not valuable, but a question on Master Wu's ink treasure, that is worth doubled.

Although Lin Yifei doesn't know most of the paintings, it is rare to comment a few words, but it is very pertinent, Wu Fuzi is even more happy when he listens to it, it is really more enjoyable than drinking 300 cups, and occasionally Lin Yifei and words add words to help the fun, Lin Yifei does not shirk, just write with a pen, but let Jin Changxu secretly shake his head, but Wu Fuzi's font is sleek and spicy, like old wine, the more you taste, the more fragrant it is, but Lin Yifei's inscription is strong and powerful, like a spirit, hot and exciting.

Wu Fuzi never thought that Lin Yifei would not only paint, but also the font would be so strong and uninhibited, and he was even more happy to see the hunt, he had long forgotten the time, and he kept learning with Lin Yifei, and he only felt that when he came to Jiangyuan City, today was truly pleasing to the eye and happy life.

The fonts of the two are completely different, and they look very good together, but Jin Changxu is just thinking about how to pick out what Lin Yifei wrote with a knife, and then he thinks about it, since this kid can be appreciated by Wu Fuzi, maybe he will have a bright day, so he is not in a hurry to dig it up, and keeping it is the same as a potential stock, maybe there will be a day of madness.

Jin Changxu roughly pointed, there are six or seven inscriptions by Wu Fuzi, and there are two or three words written in response to the occasion, what Linjiang Xian, Qingpingle, and the water dragon are all the same, although they don't know much, but they also know that just this one word goes out, that is, ten meals have come out, and they are thinking about where to invite Wu Fuzi to have a meal, when suddenly the store door rang, turned his head to look, and couldn't help but change his face slightly.

"Go, go. Jin Changxu took a few quick steps and scolded in a low voice.

"Boss Jin, what did I tell you yesterday?" The person who came was a middle-aged man, but the clothes were old, a suit I don't know if it was bought ten years ago, it was soft and drooping, and it looked even more down, although the shirt inside was clean, but the neckline had been worn, obviously some years, a pair of leather shoes had a slight open line on the edge, the style was old, anyway, the whole body clothes were like bought in the second-hand shop ten years ago, showing the despondent and poor, and there was a scroll of paintings in his hand, the painting paper was old, quite a few years.

"There's nothing to say, it's five hundred yuan, if you want to sell it or not, if you don't sell it, you will find someone else!" Jin Changxu glanced back and saw that Wu Fuzi was still enjoying the paintings side by side with Lin Yifei, not wanting to sweep away their interest, if Wu Fuzi put down his pen, it would be a huge loss.

"Boss Jin, you can do it, five hundred yuan is too little. The middle-aged man couldn't help but plead, just like Yang Bailao begged Huang Shiren, and almost knelt down, "You just add more, I beg you." ”

Jin Changxu's performance at this time was no different from Huang Shiren, ruthless, "Mr. Yang, you also know, I am opening the door to do business, paying money with one hand and delivering with the other, if you don't want to sell, you can go somewhere else, I can't force you, if the people who sell paintings are like you, you ask me to increase the price, he tells me to increase the price, then my shop can only be closed." ”

Mr. Yang did not give up his last effort, "Boss Jin, you know that my son is poor and is waiting for money for surgery, so I will trouble you to be kind, it should be all charity, and I will never forget your great kindness in the future!"

Jin Changxu sighed, "Then it's five hundred and five, and it can't be added again." ”

"Five hundred and five?" Mr. Yang's face was full of disappointment, "How can that be enough." ”

Jin Changxu's face turned wide, and he said in his heart, Do you think I am here in the Charity Hall, "Changxu, what's the matter?" Wu Fuzi had already put down the brush and walked to the side of the two, Jin Changxu was secretly annoyed, thinking that this person had ruined his own good deeds, but the master was in front, and he couldn't help but show charity," Master Wu, here's the thing, this Mr. Yang wants to sell a painting, he opened a high price of 5,000, Master Wu, you know, I am a small business, of course I want to see the goods, but at a glance, it is just a person who is not famous after the Republic of China painted, the age is only a few decades, and the content of the painting is cloudy mountains and fog covers, I don't understand, you know that if this kind of painting falls into my hands, it is estimated that it will not be sold for 50 yuan, but seeing that his son is sick and pitiful, and urgently needs money for treatment, he is willing to spend 500 yuan, but he refuses, what do you say I should do？”

Mr. Yang's face was full of shame, and he wanted to turn around and leave, but Wu Fuzi had already waved his hand and said, "I'll take a look at what you painted." ”

Jin Changxu smiled bitterly: "It seems to be two pairs of fighting soldiers, and I don't know very well." ”

Mr. Yang glanced back at Wu Fuzi, a little hesitant, not knowing whether he was looking at the excitement or sincerely wanted to buy the painting, but he still handed over the scroll of painting in his hand.

Wu Fuzi spread out and glanced at it, stunned for a moment, it was really two pairs of people and horses clashes, but there was a big halo in the middle, I really didn't know what it meant, and looked at it for a while, then said: "This person's painting is not bad, extremely delicate, even the expression of the characters is very vivid, but I don't know where it comes from, and I don't know who the painter is, he painted it as if the two countries were fighting, well, it seems to be Song and Jin fighting, Yifei, come and see?"

When Lin Yifei heard the words Song Jin, he had already walked over, and just said: "The old master doesn't know, how can I ......" The young man suddenly stopped his words, took a step forward, and before he took the scroll, his eyes were already fixed on it, and he couldn't move away!

"There is no provenance for this painting," Wu Fuzi didn't notice the young man's face, thinking that he didn't know, and Lin Yifei probably didn't know either, so calling him over to watch it was just a subconscious action, sighed, turned his head to look at Mr. Yang and said: "The provenance of this painting is unknown, the age is recent, most of it was painted by folk artists, and it is not valuable, I think the price that Mr. Jin gave you is really very fair." ”

Mr. Yang's face showed a look of frustration, and he said stupidly: "This painting is actually handed down by my grandfather's generation, he said that this painting can only be sold to people who are destined, originally there were three, my father got one back then, and passed it on to me, if it wasn't for the fact that the child was seriously ill and urgently needed money, it couldn't be sold anyway." ”

"That's good," Wu Fuzi said slowly: "I'll give you a thousand yuan, and you sell me this painting?" He caught a glimpse of Lin Yifei looking at the painting and couldn't take his eyes off it, thinking that he liked it, so he wanted to be a favor, buy the painting and give it to Lin Yifei, and he could help that Mr. Yang, which can be said to kill two birds with one stone.

Unexpectedly, Mr. Yang shook his head and smiled bitterly: "A thousand yuan is useless, I'll still find a way." ”

"How much do you want?" Lin Yifei suddenly asked in a deep voice, but there was a rare excitement in his tone.

"Five thousand yuan!" Mr. Yang stretched out his palm, "Actually, Xiao'er has more than 10,000 yuan to open the knife this time, I have sold almost all the valuable things in the family, this is really a last resort, if I sell less, it is really useless, even so, I still have to go out to borrow money again." ”

Although he said sincerely, Jin Changxu sneered, secretly thinking that this person was very cunning, most likely because he saw that Lin Yifei liked this painting, so the lion opened his mouth and insisted on refusing to bargain, but he was a little puzzled, how does this Lin Yifei look like a big head, but why is he so interested in this painting?

"You say there are three of these paintings?" Lin Yifei said slowly: "What about the actual two?"

"In my father's generation, there were three brothers, and each of them got a piece. Mr. Yang was overjoyed when he saw that Lin Yifei seemed to be quite interested in buying, "If you like this gentleman and want to buy it, I can help you contact it, but you have to buy my painting first." ”

"Then what are the contents of the rest of the pictures?" Lin Yifei's face was solemn, and Wu Fuzi was puzzled, "Yifei, is there any way in this painting, why can't I see it." ”

Wu Fuzi glanced at the painting again, and found that the halo was colorful and colorful, but it stopped in mid-air, with a diameter of one zhang, but it was said that the sun was not the sun, and it could only be described as nondescript, but the expressions of the two pairs of soldiers were very vivid, and they were all full of horror, which made people palpitate at first sight, as if the halo was like a man-eating devil!

Lin Yifei stared at the picture, took a long breath, and barely calmed down his excitement, "This painting is indeed a battle between the Song and Jin countries, and it should be the Yuejia army and the Jin soldiers fighting fiercely, which can be seen from the armor worn by the soldiers." ”

On that painting, the painter's pen was extremely precise, even the soldier's armor was meticulously drawn.

"How do you know it's Yue Jiajun?" Jin Changxu couldn't help but ask.

"Didn't you see the word Yue written on that flag?" Lin Yifei said in a low voice.

"But is it the Yue family army that writes about Yue?" Jin Changxu obviously didn't know the young man's familiarity with the Yue family army, "There may be other dynasties, and other generals are also surnamed Yue, besides, how do you know that this painting is a Song and Jin battle, and the flag of that team of soldiers is just a tiger drawn, no, it's not a tiger, how can a tiger grow wings, is it a unicorn?"

(To be continued)