Winning every step of the Red Mansion

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"Hey, I'm not happy to see distinguished guests. The courtyard is dilapidated, you two, go quickly to the main hall to sit and rest your feet." After that, the man put on a smile and hurriedly led Jia She and Song Shichao into the room.

Entering the house, a musty smell came over his face. Jia She wrinkled his nose and looked around. This room should be the best room in the courtyard. .The inside of the house is completely white, without calligraphy or painting, and the walls in many places are mottled. There are cracks on the north wall, and there are many traces of penicillium in the corners. This kind of room is moldy, dark and damp, even if there are antique calligraphy and paintings It will be fine.This calligraphy and painting is most afraid of damp and mildew.

In the middle of the room, there is a table for the Eight Immortals, two chairs for grand masters, and a desk on one side, covered with paper, ink, brush and inkstone.There is also a bookcase with several books on it.Looking at the people in this room, they should also have read books.

"You two, please sit up, I'll make a cup of tea for you two." The man said with a smile.

"You don't have to be busy, I didn't come here to drink tea. Today I came here for Shu Sutie, so you go and get it and let us have a look." Song Shichao was impatient, and directly explained the purpose of his visit.

Hearing this, the man stopped, and continued to laugh and said: "Master Song, this is not the first time you have come here, you understand the rules here, besides, you have seen this Shu Su post a few times, and you will read it again today." ?”

"Where are there so many words? I just want to read when I come here. You are afraid that I will look down on you." After finishing speaking, Song Shichao reached into his sleeve and took out an ingot of silver and slapped it on the table, "Enough is enough. Don't grind anymore, get the words quickly."

When the man saw Yin Zi, his eyes narrowed into a slit with a smile.He hurriedly took the silver and put it in his arms, then turned around and went to fetch the words.Jia Amnesty looked at the novelty, why does this place cost money after looking at it, the business is good, so why don't sell it at all, as someone looks at it a few times a day and the money will come.

"The rules here are like this." Song Shichao explained to Jia She: "One person, one piece, five taels of things."

"It's a good business." Jia She said with a smile, "Why don't we go back like this and take some antique calligraphy and paintings for everyone to see, and we can also charge according to the person. Didn't you say earlier that this business is not easy and money is shy? Isn't it a coup?"

"Okay, Brother Enhou, don't make fun of me. Isn't it because I really like that painting?"

"Really like it? I don't believe it, but I'm afraid that you want to buy the word for a side purpose."

"Brother Enhou, you are a smart person, why bother to reveal this matter." Song Shichao smiled sarcastically, "I would like to ask Brother Enhou to take a closer look today."

"That's natural." Jia She replied, but in his heart he felt that the ten taels of silver just now were worthless. He muttered to himself, he didn't know what demon Song Shi was going for, and what kind of antique calligraphy and painting he came here to look for. It's amazing to see it.

Not long after, the man went back and forth, and this time he came back with a tray in his hand, and there was a bundle on the tray, which he held carefully.After entering the house, put the package on the tray on the case.He swiftly removed everything on the long case, and then carefully unwrapped the package.

Jia She and Song Shichao also stood up, standing behind the man and staring at the package in his hand.The man opened the package three times, took out another oil-paper package, unwrapped it, and saw a stacked silk volume.The man unfolded the silk book lightly.Jia Amnesty couldn't help but widen his eyes.

"Please appreciate the two masters."

This is indeed not the authentic one, but the handwriting on the silk is the same as the copy in my father-in-law's house.Although Jia She had thought about this possibility when he came here, it was still a bit unbelievable to see it with his own eyes.How could such a coincidence happen in this world?

"Brother Enhou, how would you like to talk about this painting?" Seeing that Jia Amnesty remained silent, Song Shichao asked urgently.

Jia Amnesty returned to his senses, smiled, and asked Song Shichao's question instead: "How many times have you seen it, what do you think?"

Song Shichao looked at the words and said: "This brush is powerful, yet agile. It is really a good product to strike from all sides and to sway freely."

Hearing what he said, Jia Amnesty also nodded and said, "It's a good product, why don't you accept it? Do you have to repeat it many times?"

"Brother Enhou came to laugh at me again, since you know the reason, why bother to ask?" Song Shichao pretended to be serious.

Jia Amnesty didn't say much anymore, just smiled, looked at the man standing aside with his hands in his hands, and said, "Why did you come here for this copybook?"

The man laughed and said, "My lord, if you buy words, you just say you want to buy words. Do you care how I got this post?"

"Naturally, we have to ask clearly. This Sichuan plain post is quite rare, and it is not easy to pass it down to this day. If the origin of this thing is unknown, it will be defiled. Besides, your family does not look like a descendant of an official. Naturally, this thing You have to ask clearly."

"This Mr. Jia is worried that this item is stolen. I will tell you today that this item is really handed down from our ancestors. It's just that it was not passed down to our family, but to a cousin of mine. He loves it like a treasure. , never leave the object, wishing to stick this object to the body and grow on the body. But what can love be, the tuberculosis is gone. Once he left, he had no heirs, and the only person close to him was my brother. , and passed it on to me." The man continued after a pause, "

I also know that this thing is noble, but where I put it, I can't eat it or wear it.Two years ago, my hometown was hit by a severe drought, and I wanted to come to the capital to join my relatives to make a living. After finally arriving in Beijing, I couldn't find my relatives, and I didn't have to worry about going back.This is also helpless to sell a few valuable items.He bought two acres of Susukida and bought this house.This is also just enough to bite the head.Now the child wants to go to school and will marry a wife in the future, and the house really needs to be repaired, so how can he go without the money?It was only then that he had no choice but to come up with the idea of ​​selling the word. "The man said it clearly, and at the end he rubbed the corners of his eyes with his hands.

"The capital is difficult, why don't you go back to your place of origin? There will be some help." Jia She asked.

"My family is originally a small family. My cousin's family has some money, but he fell ill again. Where can I afford it? Jinshanyinshan can't consume a mountain of medicine. After a few years, the family wealth will be ruined." It's all over. Most of the remaining relatives and friends can't take care of themselves, and they are lucky enough to have enough food and clothing. In the past two years, there have been disasters again, which is even worse. I can't bear to trouble them anymore. Let's take care of each other." The man let out a long sigh.

After hearing these words, Jia Amnesty felt a little touched in his heart. Although ordinary people have heard about the hardships of the world, they rarely see it with their own eyes.The day before yesterday, Lao Taishan also said that one should not be too stubborn, and it is not worth guarding dead objects.Seeing this today, selling this thing for some money and food is better than sticking to it.But then again, this plain calligraphy from Shu is not authentic.After all, I came here today as a promise from a friend. If it was true that this item was a fake, Song Shichao would not want it.But it's even more wrong to know it's fake and not point it out.I have failed my friend's entrustment, and I am sorry for my own eyesight.Jia Amnesty was in a bit of a dilemma.

"Brother Enhou, what do you think of this thing?" Song Shichao asked.

"This picture is well written, but it's a pity..." Jia She paused.

"Is this really a fake?" Song Shichao sighed, and looked at the writing again.Jia Amnesty's words immediately aroused the seller's dissatisfaction. Originally standing behind the two of them, he immediately pushed them away. Standing in front of the silk book, he said angrily, "I also respect you two masters. I have seen the world. But If you don’t want to buy it, you don’t want to buy it, why bother to slander my treasure. Why are you talking about how this word is a fake? You are talking about it!”

Originally, Jia Amnesty had something to say, but Song Shichao interrupted his words as soon as he started. When he said this directly, he shot the words to death directly, leaving no room for detours to himself.

"This calligraphy is not authentic," Jia She said, but the seller immediately stared, Jia She continued: "Although it is not authentic, it is also a copy made by a famous artist, and it is not bad. "

"Copy of a famous artist? Huh!" The seller snorted angrily, "Look at Zhang's style, the character and style cannot be imitated by a copy. If you don't know the goods, you can say you don't know the goods."

If it was on weekdays, Jia She would not waste any more time talking.Just because this silk post should be copied by the old man, Jia She said a few more words: "Don't worry. I say this thing is a copy, and I have my own reasons. The Shu Su post is written here. It got its name from the silk, and the black silk fence on this silk was also woven. This kind of silk is really hard to come by. Although it still exists today, it is different from the ancient system. The ancient system used red and black to weave fences, red and black. It is Zhusilan, and the black is Wusilan. Now it is made to show luxury, and a gold thread is added to the red and black. The black silklane in your writing has golden flashes, and it is actually woven today. Therefore, I Said that this object is by no means authentic.”

As soon as this remark came out, both of them were stupid, Song Shichao hurriedly leaned forward and looked at it carefully. After looking at it for a long time, he got up and sighed: "Brother Enhou has good eyesight. If I don't look closely, I really can't see that there is still something in the black silk column." There is such a mystery."

Jia She thought not to mention you, even I don't know.If he didn't go to the Zhang Mansion again, how would he know about this.However, if we only talk about the silk album, it is naturally better to weave it now. The old man also said that because one is to be handed over to the palace, in order to obtain the same effect as the original post, it took a lot of effort to find this silk. .

"It's fake if it has gold thread, but I think it's real if it has gold thread." The seller argued strongly.

"In addition, although this silk book has traces of being old, the handwriting looks new. In addition, this ink pad is also different from the ancient one." Jia She clicked on the silk book and said: "But this thing is indeed It is imitated by famous masters."

"Then who is this imitator? He is also a celebrity from the previous dynasty? Do you think it is worth if it is an imitation?" Song Shichao asked.

"It's not a celebrity from the past, but a celebrity from the current dynasty. Coincidentally, my father-in-law has copied two of them. I've seen one of them before. When I saw this thing today, I felt that it was probably made by my old Taishan. Based on today's retouching fee, this painting is worth about 2000 taels."

"2000 taels? Hahahaha." The seller laughed loudly, "I said, why do you keep saying that my handwriting is a fake! It turns out that it is because I think my quotation of 2 taels is too high."

Jia Amnesty shook his head repeatedly when he heard this, and naturally 2 taels is not too high if it is authentic.But this is a copy, so how can it be worth that amount.What's more, I looked at my father-in-law's face and reported a higher amount of money.

The seller put away the silk book, wrapped it again in oiled paper, and wrapped it layer by layer with furoshiki, put the object in his arms, cupped his hands at Jia She and Song Shichao, and said, "You two masters, I think today's Just see that. Since you said that my post is not authentic. What I say is useless. This treasure still needs to be sold and appreciated. Otherwise, don’t say sorry to yourself, but also to this treasure. You two go away Let's go, I won't send it either."

This was really the first time that Jia She was ordered to leave by such a person.Naturally, he was also angry, turned around and left in a huff.Naturally, Song Shichao followed suit.

Seeing the sullen look on Jia She's face, Song Shichao said, "Thank you for Enhou's advice today, otherwise I would really pay a lot of money to go."

"Actually, it's not bad just to say this word." Jia She said suddenly.

"Yes, old master Zhang's calligraphy is really good, but I still want to get an authentic one." Song Shichao nodded, then turned to look at Jia She: "It's Lao Yueshan's handwriting, why don't you take it and give it to the old man."

Jia She sighed and said, "The man believed that it was an authentic work, so how could he offer it at a low price? I'm afraid that if he talks about it again, he will think that I deliberately lowered the price."