"Ye Tian, didn't I tell you, don't read people's faces in the future, this... is not the right way after all..."
After hearing his son's words, Ye Dongping sighed. This kid seems to be obsessed with it recently, and he always makes comments about people's faces. He has seen almost all the old neighbors in Li Zhuang.
It's just that the county town is not as good as the rural areas, and the education level of the people is much higher than that in the rural areas. If Ye Tian keeps talking like this, he might get into some trouble.
Moreover, in modern mainstream society, fortune-telling is always considered unrefined. If Ye Tian indulges in it, it will be very detrimental to his future development.
Therefore, before coming to the county seat, Ye Dongping made an agreement with his son that he would not reveal his knowledge of Feng Shui physiognomy in front of others in the future, nor would he use it to make money. So now that Ye Tian looked at Feng Kuang's face again, Ye Dongping felt naturally
Not happy anymore.
Ye Tian always forgot about his father's preaching words. He put on a very serious look and said, "Dad, I understand. After I go to school, I will never mention it to anyone again."
It’s about fortune telling…”
"You kid, don't turn a deaf ear to what dad said. Be more honest when you go to school. Let the teacher call your parents again and see how I deal with you..."
Ye Dongping laughed as he spoke. He knew better than anyone what his son's nature was. Anyway, he would always get into big troubles and small troubles. Ye Dongping was also a naughty boy when he was a child, so he didn't really care about this.
Seeing that his son was still patting himself on the back to reassure himself, Ye Dongping waved his hand and said: "Okay, from now on... this will be our home. Let's pack all these things away. By the way, metal objects can be placed in the yard.
However, waste paper and books should be placed inside the house to avoid being caught in the rain..."
Ye Dongping didn't know how Feng Kuang classified these items. There were everything in the house, from enamel jars to plastic washbasins, and the kettle with a leaky bottom. They were all scattered throughout the room, at the door.
There were actually several spittoons piled up in the place.
After making enough food and clothing by themselves, the father and son put the blankets on the bed and began to get busy. The messy items were sorted one by one and placed in the outhouse and the yard.
After four or five hours of busy work, both the inner and outer rooms were cleaned. The father and son started scrubbing the bed in the back room, which was where they would sleep in the future.
"Huh? Dad, come and see, what is this?"
When Ye Tian was scrubbing the big bed with a plate of water, he suddenly discovered that there were many shabby books piled under the bed, and there was a scroll inside, which caught his attention.
The horizontal length of this scroll is about 60 centimeters. There is a wooden bearing in the middle. The shafts at both ends are very round, as if they have been often played with and caressed. It is somewhat similar to the patina mentioned by the Taoist.
Hearing his son's cry, Ye Dongping came over, took the scroll from Ye Tian's hand, looked at it, and said with some uncertainty: "This...should be a calligraphy and painting, right?"
Even though they had learned a lot about antiques, calligraphy and paintings for a few days, it was obvious that the father and son were still far from the same.
If you put it to the eyes of an expert, you can recognize it at a glance. This is definitely a painting, not a word. The reason is very simple. Banners with ordinary words are not of such a large size.
Ye Tian snatched the scroll from his father's hand and said, "Can't we just open it and take a look?"
"Hey, be careful, it might be an antique..."
Seeing his son's fussy appearance, Ye Dongping took the scroll back. After thinking for a while, he walked to the bed and placed the scroll on the bed.
I don't know if it was due to poor storage, but there were some traces of insect infestation on the edge of the scroll. Ye Dongping pulled away the silk thread binding the scroll and carefully laid it flat on the bed.
Halfway through the scroll, Ye Dongping was stunned. What appeared in front of him was a painting with a dark color. When he touched the painting, it was not made of paper, but felt like silk.
"This... is a silk painting, it should be an ancient painting..."
Ye Dongping talked about the knowledge he had gained from the old Taoist, and he could be said to have learned and sold it now. Then he opened the ancient painting a little more gently.
Lao Tao once said that because paper calligraphy and painting are difficult to preserve, when ancient painters painted, they liked to paint their works on silk, damask, and other silk fabrics. This kind of work is also called silk.
The preservation of calligraphy and painting is the most difficult among antiques. It must be anti-corrosive and insect-proof. Coupled with natural and man-made disasters, almost no calligraphy and painting handed down from ancient times survives. Therefore, as long as it is silk calligraphy and painting, it is extremely precious.
After opening the entire scroll, the picture comes to mind. It is a landscape and figure painting. The background of the painting is a mountain with rugged rocks. There is a green pine at the foot of the mountain. A stream flows through the pine tree. Two people wearing square scarves on their heads.
The literati were sitting under the tree playing chess.
The whole painting is full of vigor and vitality, and the overlapping layers and charm can be seen in the rough sketches. In the majestic mountain painting, you can also see the elegance, simplicity, gentleness and elegance. Even for Ye Dongping and Ye Tian, two half-assed appraisers, they also
It's refreshing to watch.
"This is a chess game picture, Ye Tian, look at what words are written on it?"
In the upper right corner of the painting, there are several seals and lines of small characters, but they are all written in seal script. Although Ye Dongping was an early college student, he knew nothing about seal characters, so he had no choice but to turn to his son for help.
"Dad, this word is written: Jiajing Jiayin Spring February. It was written while looking out the west window. The seal above is from a man named Wen Zhengming. The inscription and postscript below is: Wang Shizhenshi, the owner of the garden. The seal is engraved with "
The word "Yuanmei"..."
These seal characters were naturally not a problem for Ye Tian. After some identification, he quickly wrote them in simplified characters in a notebook and handed them to Ye Dongping.
"Wen Zhengming's painting? This is a good thing. Feng Kuang doesn't know where he got it. He doesn't care about it at all..." After taking a look at the book, Ye Dongping's eyes lit up.
Wen Zhengming studied calligraphy under Li Yingzhen and painting under Shen Zhou. In terms of poetry, he is known as the "Four Talents of Wuzhong" together with Zhu Yunming, Tang Yin, and Xu Zhenqing. In the history of painting, he is collectively known as the "Four Schools of Wu Clan" with Shen Zhou, Tang Yin, and Qiu Ying.
In the world of history and literature, he is a very famous figure.
When Ye Dongping was a popular young general in Beijing, he personally burned Wen Zhengming's works collected by an old Tsinghua teacher. He still clearly remembered the grief-stricken look on the old professor's face after seeing the painting reduced to ashes.
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Recalling the ridiculous things he did when he was young, Ye Dongping couldn't help but feel a little shocked. He explained Wen Zhengming's origin to Ye Tian and carefully rerolled the painting.
"Hey, Feng Kuang, you came just in time. How did you get this painting?"
Just as he packed up the scrolls, the sound of bicycle bells rang outside the yard. Ye Dongping hurriedly greeted him. This guy really wasn't bragging. How could he really receive antiques from the scrap collection station?
