"No," Wu Chengzhi suddenly realized something was wrong at this time, looked at his son blankly, and asked in a low voice, "How can such a rare treasure be in your hands?"

"Rare treasure?" Wu Haogu smiled and lowered his voice, "Dad, it should be a rare fake!"

"Fake?"

"Yes, it's a fake!"

“Who did it?”

"Who else?" Wu Haogu smiled, "Of course it was made by the child!"

Wu Chengzhi looked surprised and looked at his son for a long time and couldn't speak.

He really couldn't believe that this "Drunk Arhat Picture" was made by Wu Haogu.

Because of Wu Haogu's painting skills, why didn't he know about his father? Not to mention the body, limbs, and facial features of the arhat, even those few orchid leaves that Wu's like are not something that Wu Haogu could draw.

If he had this ability, he would have been admitted to the Hanlin Academy of Paintings long ago, and maybe he would even have done the Attendant.

But if this painting was not made by Wu Haogu, how could it be in his hands? And... If this painting is an authentic work, as long as you go through the path of Grand Official Pan, the disaster of the Wu family will be solved immediately. Now Wu Chengzhi should have been home and squinted.

So this painting is indeed fake!

"Is it a copy?" Wu Chengzhi still didn't believe that the "Drunk Arhat Picture" was painted by his son. He thought about it and asked, "Have you found half a piece of old paper in Guishizi?"

The paintings sold in Guishizi are not necessarily complete, because many of the things on Guishizi are dug out of the ground by Tushizi. Jade, bronze and gold ware are buried in the soil for a longer time, but it can be said that "old paper" and "old silk" are not so easy to preserve. Many of the calligraphy and paintings found from the coffin board are incomplete, and this kind of calligraphy and painting is called "half piece of old paper".

However, "half piece of old paper" does not mean that it is worthless. The key depends on what is on this paper? If it is Zhan Ziqian and Wu Daozi, then find a way to repair it. Even if you copy the paintings on "old paper" and then use a copy to "create" an old painting, sometimes you can get the price of the original.

"Yes, yes, it's a copy." Wu Haogu didn't talk much nonsense with me, and nodded repeatedly, "Dad, my son did get half a piece of old paper in Guishizi and made this painting... can he see it even more?"

"Good, good work." Wu Chengzhi nodded with satisfaction, "This craft...even I missed your father, and I will not have to worry about food and drink in the future."

He has something to say.

The Wu family has tens of thousands of yuan in its property, and it also has a shop in the best city entrance of Kaifeng Prefecture. Even Wu Haogu doesn’t have any food and drinks.

In the future, Wu Haogu would have to rely on fake painting skills to have a good meal, which means that the Wu family is sad about this disaster.

However, Wu Haogu doesn't believe in this evil. He has "Brother Gao Qiu". Maybe there is "Brother Zhao Ji" in the future. How can he not protect his family business?

"Dad, don't worry," Wu Haogu comforted his father, "When my son covers this paper painting, he will make up enough money to redeem you. In the future, father and son will work together and can always bear it."

Wu Chengzhi put away the scroll in his hand and handed it back to Wu Haogu. He nodded and said, "I can only take one step at the moment... Dalang, I want to tell you something about my father."

"What a matter of the matter?"

"After my father planned to leave the Kaifeng Prefecture prison, he divorced his second wife."

"Heli?" Wu Haogu was stunned. He knew that his father liked Feng Erniang very much. Why did he say that he was going to divorce? The marriage of the Song Dynasty people was not that reliable!

Wu Chengzhi looked at his son and said, "This is what it means to be a father. The disasters of calligraphy and painting cannot involve your second brother... He is the seed of study and will always have a prosperous day in the future. As long as my father and son can survive until then, they will definitely make a comeback."

So that's the case, but can you really do it by relying on martial arts and good writing?

Wu Haogu thought about it, but he didn't remember that there was such a big shot in the history of the Song Dynasty. It would be better to rely on "Brother Gao Qiu" and "Brother Zhao Ji" than to rely on him!

"Everything depends on dad." Wu Haogu was not easy to interfere with his father's marriage and his mother, so he could only follow his father's wishes.

Wu Chengzhi seemed to be feeling a little better. Although he could not escape the troubles at home, the painting made by Wu Haogu could support it for a while.

"Dalang," said Wu Haogu, "must be careful."

"I understand, I must be careful." Wu Haogu nodded.

What he is doing now is extremely risky, and he wants to deceive a group of powerful people who are crazy about painting as "good dealers".

Once the soup is ejaculated, will it not be punished by those people? Even if it is Brother Gao Qiu, Wu Haogu will not be able to be protected.

...

In the northwest of Kaifeng's outer city, more than ten miles outside Jinyao Gate, there is a not too big manor. Although this manor is not large in scale, it is very elegantly built. Each brick and tile and a small pool in the back garden are obviously spent on a lot of thought. You can tell at a glance that it is a villa for self-cultivation and self-cultivation by a family and noble family in Kaifeng City.

The officials of the Song Dynasty were kind. Although they released the military power of the meritorious officials and nobles at the beginning of the founding of the country, they protected the peace and wealth of their descendants. The bloody battle of the heroes and nobles like the Han and Tang Dynasties had never happened in this dynasty.

Therefore, more than a hundred years after the founding of the Song Dynasty, such exquisite villas and manors could be seen inside and outside Bianliang, inside and outside Bianliang.

In the back garden of this villa, there were not many people sitting in a small pavilion with gauze curtains hanging on all sides. There were two scholars in the center, both old and young, wearing soft hats and flattering clothes, which were both chic and refreshing. The old man had white faces and long beards and graceful demeanor, and at first glance he was a relative who had been pampered for most of his life. The young man was also elegant and handsome. When talking and laughing, his black and angry eyes turned from time to time, and he looked like a shrewd person.

Ding Heng accompanied the two men was a tall and burly man in his white shirt, with a handsome and handsome face, and was Wu Haogu's "Brother Gao Qiu".

On a large and short tea table among the three, a "boundary painting tower" was spread out. It was the "Sang Family Tile Picture" handed over to Gao Qiu by Wu Haogu a few days ago.

The older scribe pointed to the pictures that looked like real scenes, "Brother Yin, everyone said that you are good at copying paintings, with superb skills, and you can be confused by the truth. But I don't believe it unless you can copy this painting in front of me."

The young man named Yin Ge'er frowned slightly when he heard this, and stared at the "Sang Family Tile Picture". After a long time, he said, "I really can't copy this painting, I can only copy... Prince Concubine, where did you find this bounding painting?"

The old man who was called the son-in-law was the son-in-law Duwei, the governor of Dengzhou, Wang Shi pointed to a corner of the painting with the folding fan in his hand, "Isn't there any pattern on it?"

"Oh," the young scholar looked carefully, "Wu Haogu... has never heard of it."

Wang Shi glanced at Gao Qiu, and Gao Qiu said, "He is Wu Zongyuan's great-grandson. He works on Panlou Street, and Wu Family Painting Zhai belongs to his family."

The young scholar nodded and said thoughtfully: "I don't expect there is such a person on Panlou Street. I, Mi Youren, must be here for a while."

Wang Shi smiled and said, "I want to meet this master of world painting, just like you.

By the way, Brother Yin, you have also mentioned a strange painting just now. Why not take it out and show it to me?"

"Oh, I almost forgot." Mi Youren smiled, then took out a scroll and spread it on the tea table. It was one of the twenty "Drunk Arhat Pictures" copied by Zhang Zeduan.

It turned out that among the twenty "Drunk Arhat Pictures" sold on Guishizi four days ago, one of them came to the hands of Mi Youren, the son of Mi Fu.

"Is this... a picture of Wu Daozi's drunken arhat?" Wang Shi first saw the postscript on the painting, and then saw the vivid drunken arhat.

"It's a copy," said Mi Youren, "it is said that it will sing and sell the original version in Sujia Shop in Guishizi."

"Sing the original?" Wang Shi stared at the arhat on the picture and looked at, "Brother Yin, what do you think of this original?"

"It should not be the original work of the Painting Saint, the human body of the Painting Saint is not that similar...

I saw this painting, maybe it was made in the name of the Saint of Painting.”

Like Mi Fu, Mi Fu's son is a master of calligraphy and painting, and is also proficient in counterfeiting and making fakes. His eyesight is no less than that of Wu Cheng!

"Is it a fake?" Wang Sheng asked.

In fact, he also saw the problem.

Mi Youren shook his head, "Is it a fake? I have to read it and I realized it was really good... The painting is not below "Sang Family Wazi Tu". If you can draw to this level, you can also be called the name of the saint of painting.

Now let’s see what time it was and what is the appearance of it?”

Wang Shen nodded and smiled, "That's right, if it were a painting from the Tang Dynasty, it would not be a painting saint, but a rare good thing."

Mi Youren smiled and said, "Mr. Concubine, this painting will be sung and sold in Guishizi tomorrow. Why don't we go and see how it is together?"
Chapter completed!