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227 Experience the pleasure of pretending

On this day, Lin Fan was tinkering with something in the yard after get off work, when Lin Wenxi hurried over.

"Dad, please help me take a look at this thing." Lin Wenxi handed a cigarette rod to Lin Fan. The cigarette rod was made of copper and had two English letters ** on it.

"Good thing, where did you get it from?" Lin Fan recognized the origin of this thing at a glance, his eyes lit up, and he asked Lin Wenxi.

"When I came back from school, I saw a kid about my age playing with this cigarette rod. I thought this cigarette rod was a good thing, so I traded it with him for a few White Rabbit candies," Lin Wenxi said with a smile.

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"That's right. You have some sharp eyesight. It's not in vain to learn from me." Lin Fan said with a smile.

"Dad, please tell me the origin of this cigarette pole." Lin Wenxi said. He only saw that this cigarette pole was somewhat extraordinary, but he did not know its specific origin.

"Do you know the treaty signed in Sijiucheng in 1860?" Lin Fan asked.

"That treaty signed by Elgin and the Ninth Prince?" Lin Wenxi said.

Lin Fan nodded and continued to ask: "Do you know Elgin's English name?"

"James, Bruce." Lin Wenxi said. Although he is young, he has a high IQ and learns things very quickly. In terms of knowledge reserve, many adults cannot match him.

"Don't you understand yet?" Lin Fan smiled.

"JB, I understand." Lin Wenxi smiled happily and wanted to take the cigarette rod back from Lin Fan's hand, but Lin Fan dodged it.

"What are you doing, trying to steal your father's things?" Lin Fan hid the cigarette rod behind his back and looked at Lin Wenxi with a wary expression. If it gets into his hands, it belongs to him.

"Dad, I exchanged White Rabbit candy for this cigarette rod." Lin Wenxi said.

"I paid for the White Rabbit candy," Lin Fan said.

"Mom bought the White Rabbit candy this time, not dad." Lin Wenxi argued with reason.

"You were created by me, so everything about you belongs to me." Lin Fan said, wanting to fight with him, but Lin Wenxi was a little too immature.

"I was born by my mother, not created by you, father." Lin Wenxi said.

"Could your mother have given birth to you without me?" Lin Fan said.

"What are you talking nonsense to your child?" Lin Xiaomu walked out of the room, happened to hear Lin Fan's words, and glared at him fiercely, her face slightly red.

"Mom, dad stole my things." Lin Wenxi complained to Lin Xiaomu hurriedly.

"Why are you robbing your son? Hurry up and return the things to Xixi." Lin Xiaomu looked behind Lin Fan.

"I'm just keeping it for him. I'm afraid he'll lose it and I'll give it back to him when he grows up." Lin Fan said with a smile, thinking about how to keep this tobacco stick.

"Hurry up and return it to Xixi, otherwise I won't let you sleep tonight." Lin Xiaomu said.

When Lin Fan heard this, he immediately became scared and swallowed back all the words he had just thought of.

"You brat, take it." Lin Fan handed the cigarette pole to Lin Wenxi and glared at him fiercely. He wanted to remember this account first, and when he got the chance, he would definitely teach him a lesson.

After Lin Wenxi took back the cigarette rod, a proud smile appeared on his face.

"Don't bully Xixi anymore." Lin Xiaomu said.

"I know, I know." Lin Fan agreed, but in his heart he was still thinking about how to get this cigarette rod from Lin Wenxi.

The next day, Lin Fan didn't go to the store. Instead, he went to a place where he often drank tea, bragging with others and seeing if there were any good things.

"Master, what do you want to eat today?"

"As much as you want melon seeds and snacks, I'll wait for someone!"

"okay!"

Lin Fan brought his own tea, not once or twice.

Just kidding, their tea is not as good as Lin Fan's own. This is tea from his own farm and is better than most teas on the market.

Lin Fan searched all over Forty-Nine City and found a master who was good at tea-frying. He tried every possible means and finally asked the old man to help him fry tea. Every time he fried a pound of tea, he kept three liang for the old man.

But Lin Fan didn't care. After all, every time it was fried, it was enough for Lin Fan and his family to drink it themselves.

As soon as he sat down, someone sat directly next to Lin Fan.

"Hey? You have to set up a table in such an empty place, but you have to agree first that you can have melon seeds and snacks as you like. I won't give you this tea!"

Lin Fan said with a smile, and it turned out that the people who sat down came just for Lin Fan's purple clay pot.

"Haha, I'm sorry, can you give me some insight into this purple clay pot of yours?"

"Hey, you have such good eyesight. If you can tell who owns my purple clay teapot, I will show it to you!"

Lin Fan said calmly, now he has the style and intention of a stubborn master.

To put it bluntly, I can already enjoy life and show off my collection.

"This is Shi Dabin's money!"

"Oh, you have good eyesight. Please be careful of burning the eyes of your palms with the water you just filled them with!"

Lin Fan smiled and put down the purple clay pot. This was what he was drinking from. The entire purple clay pot has a very graceful shape. The handle has a very graceful curvature. There are also dragon and phoenix patterns on the entire purple clay pot. This is not something ordinary people can do.

Objects used!

At this time, Da Bin lived in the Wanli period and had not left until Shunzhi. He was a very famous purple clay pot master!

Of course, compared with the most respected person in the industry, he is still slightly inferior.

There are four masters of purple clay teapots, namely Shi Peng, Dong Han, Zhao Liang and Yuan Chang!

And at this time, Shi Peng was Shi Dabin’s father!

But, these four people combined, including Shi Dabin, are not as good as Gu Jingzhou!

There are countless jade carving masters, but the number one master is Lu Zigang!

"What a great item. Have you been keeping it for a few years?"

"No more, no less, ten years!"

Lin Fan sighed, after getting this purple clay teapot, he only brewed his own tea and drank it.

How to raise it?

It's very simple, just drink one kind of tea!

For example, in front of this "Shi Dabin model purple clay teapot inlaid with dragon and phoenix patterns", Lin Fan only brewed tea from the farm, and brewed it for ten years. To what extent it has been cultivated now, let's not talk about the batter outside. For those who are discerning,

One look at it can make your eyes pop out.

What’s really amazing is this tea!

Because I only used one tea leaf for ten years, the aroma of the tea penetrated into the pores of this purple clay pot.

Then, even if you pour boiled water in, the water you pour out will still have the smell of tea. This is the beauty of raising a purple clay teapot!

"Tsk, tsk, ten years, how old were you then? You started raising them!"

"When I'm in my twenties!"

Lin Fan said with a smile, he is so proud, so proud, just like a collector. He has many treasures. You can see them, so naturally I want to show them off too.

Good things must be shown off.

"Look, I really like this purple clay teapot. Are you willing to give it up? The price will definitely satisfy you!"

The man opened his mouth and wanted to buy it. Lin Fan glanced at him, then opened a fan and said, "How much can you get?"

"You set a price, but this fan of yours..."

The old man fell in love with Lin Fan's fan again. Lin Fan immediately smiled and said, "Let's talk about this teapot first. I'll give you a price, nine hundred thousand!"

"How many?"

The old man's eyes widened. Lin Fan drove it at a sky-high price. It was simply an impossible price. Even the country couldn't pay 900,000 yuan.

"It's only 900,000 yuan. My teapot was originally worth 500,000 yuan. I kept it for ten years and it doubled. I'll give you a discount. It's 900,000 yuan. It's the best price!"

"Even if you don't want to sell, it's not like this!"

The old man was a little annoyed, and Lin Fan immediately sneered: "Then you don't know the rules, you just want to buy my favorite thing, and you don't let me make an offer? Let me tell you, this thing is only 900,000,

Buy it or not!”

Lin Fan now understands some collectors. It's okay to show you something, but if you want to buy it, that's nonsense!

What do you mean, such a loud tone!

"You are so boring now, I really want it!"

"I'm also making an honest offer. If you want a teapot like this, just bring it to me. If it's 900,000 yuan, I'll give it to you right away!"

Lin Fan sneered and said, "How many of these things are there? Only ten years of raising them, not many people can do it."

Think about it, you can’t even eat, but you still insist on eating and drinking tea for ten years?

Stop it!

Who has that ability!

The prices in the compound are all boiled water!

"Then your fan!"

"Fan? Come, let me take a look at it first!"

It's so fun to show off, good things are meant to be shown to others, and then they will be greedy!

This is part of the charm of antiques!

Title: There was a moon before Li Bai, but only Li Bai's poems can describe it. Li Bai has passed away now, and the moon is almost full and missing in the blue sky. People today still sing Li Bai's poems, and this month is just like Li Bai's time. I imitate Li Bai's chant to the moon, and the moon and

Li Baian can know. Li Bai can write poems and drink wine, and I can write a thousand poems with a hundred cups. Although I don’t imitate Li Bai’s talent, I will not think I am ugly. I will not board the emperor’s ship, nor will I sleep in peace with Chang. Gusu

There are thatched huts in the city, and the sky is filled with thousands of trees and flowers. On the right is Li Bai's song, and Jinchang Tang Yin's book.

Seal: Nanjing Jieyuan, Tang Ziwei, Wu Chu!

As soon as the old man took this fan into his hands, the first thing he looked at was naturally the words!

But seeing this, everyone was dumbfounded.

"Tang, Tang Yin?"

Who is Tang Yin? Tang Bohu!

The one who lights up the autumn fragrance!

Although Dian Qiuxiang does not exist in history, the problem is that Tang Bohu's calligraphy and painting have left a strong mark in Chinese history!

Look at the painting again!

The landscapes painted are realistic, and the composition is a river sandwiched between two banks.

"Looking at the big from the small, a typical painting method of the Song Dynasty!"

The composition of the painting style of the Song Dynasty was like this, using the small to see the big. This is typical of Chinese landscape paintings.

Use the small to see the big, and the big to see the small.

To put it simply, looking at the big picture and looking at the small one can be understood as a bird's-eye view, using brushes and imagination to make up for the mountains behind the mountains, making the picture more impactful.

As for looking at the big picture from a small scale, we make full use of the white space and only draw the peaks in front of us, leaving the peaks behind us to speculate.

Of course, this is a simple statement. If it is more complicated, it would be difficult to explain clearly. Most of the Chinese paintings are freehand paintings. In fact, even if they are realistic, they are not very realistic!

Painters often use free rein when splashing ink, but the results are often astonishing!

To summarize in a few words, looking at the small from the big is from far to near; looking at the big from the small is from near to far!

The most important thing is to look at the artistic conception. In fact, things like composition may not matter to a real painter...

This painting has an overall sense of thin and straight contour lines. The cliffs and huge rocks are cracked with a small axe, which is more vigorous and sharp. The brushwork is derived from Jing Hao and Guan Tong, but it is also graceful and elegant. The Taoist in the pavilion and the people in the river For anglers, the vast atmosphere of Jiangzhu and the relaxed and cheerful atmosphere of the city remind people of the scene in Taohuawu: "The pond is swollen with green color in spring, and you lie drunk among the fragrant grass."

"This... is Tang Yin's authentic work?"

"It's natural!"

Lin Fan smiled and took a sip of tea. The old man carefully closed the fan, and then his eyes suddenly widened!

"This fan bone..."

"Look!"

Lin Fan said proudly, this fan was repaired by Lin Fan. The original fan was rotten long ago, and the bones of this fan were replaced by Lin Fan. Lin Fan had no skills, so he searched for half a year and found it. A master who specializes in making fans made it piece by piece.

"The pine trees give birth to Arhats, and there are monks from India who depend on them. Let's use a beautiful woman as a metaphor for the forest, and it is modern in the Surangama Sutra!"

The old man slowly read out the poem on the fan bone, then raised his head: "This is Qianlong's poem!"

It is signed "Ren Yin Xin Zheng Shu Title" and has two red seals "Qian" and "Long"!

The other side of the fan is carved with pine branches, plum blossoms, and loquats, and has the oval seal script "Ancient Xi Emperor" seal.

"this……"

The lower end of the fan handle, where the umbrella is opened, is also inlaid with tortoise shell pieces...

"Qianlong's fan?"

"The Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty made the Suihan Sanyi pictures, poems and prose inlaid with tortoiseshell fan bones!"

Lin Fan was very proud!

This thing is not easy to make, it is really very precious, and because of the size problem, part of it was specially cut out, but thanks to the fact that the fan bone is still okay, I just modified the inner fan blade a little bit.

This fan bone alone is worth 3 million!

Forget about the fan!

No one with fifty or sixty million dollars would bother to pay attention to you!

As for Lin Fan’s teapot, it starts with at least 10 million!

Lin Fan's standard equipment for going out is just like that of a disciple of the Eight Banners, and he has at least 70 to 80 million!

Because Lin Fan still had something good with him, a jade token, but Lin Fan didn't take it out and hung it close to his chest.

On it are the names of the four children carved by the master. Lin Fan took it with him when he went to work and put it away as a tribute when he got off work.

It's not that he believes in Buddhism, but sometimes when Lin Fan feels that he will become impulsive, he goes in and chants sutras to calm himself down.

There was nothing he could do, he was afraid that something would happen if he couldn't bear it anymore.

"Here you go, I really can't afford this thing!"

"It's okay. I still have purple clay teapots over there, but the price is not cheap. I haven't planned to sell them in recent years!"

Lin Fan immediately blocked the road!

Just kidding, Lin Fan is planning to hold a purple clay teapot exhibition. Lin Fan has worked hard to collect so many purple clay teapots. There are more than thirty of them, all of them are high-quality.

These forty-nine cities don't lack this kind of stuff. What they lack is good stuff produced by big names with big names.

The old man was a little lost when he heard Lin Fan's words. He really liked what Lin Fan had in his hand, but it was a pity that Lin Fan was unwilling to take action.

He had no choice but to leave the teahouse because he didn't want to buy or sell by force.

Lin Fan listened to the storytelling for a while and found it boring. This old gentleman was quite good, but he was not an old book.

After the gentleman finished speaking, Lin Fan directly called the waiter to help the storyteller.

"Master, do you want to call me?"

"I would like to ask, how many ancestral books do you have here in your storytelling sect?"

"What are you..."

"Make a copy for me. I won't short-change you. I'll leave it for you!"

"Thank you!"

Can this storyteller refuse?

I just saw Lin Fan's methods and refused. Is this because I am unhappy?

"One hundred for the long version, eighty for the middle, and fifty for the short story. No skills required, just write down the story in the storybook!"

"no problem!"

I thought that Lin Fan was going to use his power to bully others, but as long as there was a story, it didn't matter. The story of storytelling, to put it bluntly, was extracted from various romance novels, and the gods and gods were beyond description, but this

It can still be said that there are three heroes and five righteousnesses.

Lin Fan counted out 100 yuan from his pocket and put it on the table. He took out another five yuan and put it under the tea cup.

"I'll come back in a few days, here's the deposit!"

"It's yours, I'll make sure it's done for you!"

The storyteller excitedly put away the money. Don't think that you can't throw away things that belong to your ancestors. In fact, as long as there is a story, it is harmless. Storytelling is the same as cross talk. What matters is a rhythm and a breath. Look at Lao Guo talking,

When talking to ordinary people, the same words are said more pleasantly than yours. This is something you have learned and studied.

Lin Fan stood up and left, carrying his teacup, and walked on the street. There really was no such idle person as him. Many people looked at Lin Fan a little confused, thinking he was back in the late Qing Dynasty!


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