Luo Tian didn't expect that he would really be a land shoveler. The so-called land shovelers are some people who go to the countryside to collect goods. After receiving the goods, they resell them to merchants. These people are commonly known as guerrillas in the industry. The prices they receive are relatively low.
, so it is also called "shoveling the ground." But whether you can shovel the "goods" today depends on your luck.
The old man nodded: "We have a lot of old things here, but nothing is new." Unexpectedly, the old man was quite humorous, and he continued: "We have three jars at home, and someone came to see them not long ago, but
I didn’t ask for it, so I left. When I left, I took away three hundred yuan from my family.”
No wonder the old man is so cautious. Those scumbags are so embarrassing. Going to such a remote place, to a home that is not rich, and taking the old man's money, Luo Tian almost wants to curse: "Old man, don't worry,
I'm not their kind of person."
"There is no way. Scammers are everywhere these days." The old man took out the three jars again: "Here, these are the three jars. My dad said these three jars are valuable. Who knows if they are real or fake?
, my dad has been buried in the ground for decades."
Luo Tian looked over and saw that the three jars were dirty. The old man said: "I have nothing to do when I am free. I usually use them to decorate chicken food and so on."
He shook his head. These three jars looked old and the style seemed to be from the Qing Dynasty. However, they were all made from folk kilns and had little value: "Old man, these three jars are porcelain from the Qing Dynasty folk kilns, but their market value does not count.
Gao, if you are willing to sell it, I am also willing to accept it."
"Really from the Qing Dynasty?"
"Yes, but in addition to the age, this porcelain is also divided into official kilns and private kilns. It also depends on market trends. Anyway, there are many factors that determine whether this thing is valuable." Luo Tian patted the two jars: "Made in official kilns.
The quality requirements of porcelain are extremely high, and folk kilns have rich varieties and are very interesting. From a collection point of view, official kilns have greater appreciation potential than private kilns, so I can bid you about two thousand yuan for these three jars."
Two thousand yuan was actually relatively high. Luo Tian secretly increased the price by five hundred yuan to make up for the three hundred yuan the old man lost last time.
"Two thousand yuan? Just these three earthen jars?" The old man seemed a little unconvinced: "Do you really want it?"
"Yes, I'll accept it, cash transaction." Luo Tian counted out two thousand yuan in cash: "You can check to see if it's real money, and is the number correct?"
Luo Tian emptied the three jars and carried them to the car. When he came back, the old man had already put the money away and said happily: "These three jars are equivalent to a month's salary of my son and daughter-in-law.
I don’t know how happy I am to have them back!!”
"Old man, can you do me a favor?"
"Okay, you say."
"You take me around the village. I want to see old things, okay?" Luo Tian took out his ID card: "Look, this is my ID card. You can put the ID number
Copy it."
"No need." The old man pushed his ID card back and said, "I'll take you around the village."
There are only about thirty households in the village. Counting those who are not at home, there are still eighteen or nineteen households at home. They are all elderly people. I heard that this old man’s three old jars were sold for 2,000 yuan. They all rushed to buy the old jars at home.
They brought them out, there were big ones, small ones, flat ones, round ones, and some of them had a peculiar smell. They were probably the chamber pots at home. They were so noisy that Luo Tian couldn't help but look away.
Luo Tian didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and hurriedly explained to the old man: "Not all jars are valuable, they must be antiques, and these jars are not worthy."
At this time, Luo Tian was at the village chief's house. The old village chief was over fifty years old and in good spirits. He was asking everyone to take the jars back home: "Okay, okay, take them all back. Don't make a joke."
."
The villagers dispersed in a hurry, and Luo Tian smiled. This shovelful of land was like finding a needle in a haystack. Luo Tian was wandering around the village chief's yard, and suddenly found a painting on the wall from the corner of his eye. After being polished by the wind and rain, he murmured
He read: "Picture of a walking chariot?"
"Stepping Chariot Picture" is a work by the painter Yan Liben of the Tang Dynasty. The content reflects the marriage of King Songtsen Gampo of Tubo (Tibet) to Princess Wencheng in Tibet. It is a historical witness of the friendly ties between Han and Tibetan brothers. In 640 AD, that is, the Tang Dynasty
In the 14th year of Zhenguan, the Tubo king sent the Prime Minister (equivalent to the Prime Minister) Lu Dongzan to propose marriage to the Tang Dynasty. He arrived in Chang'an the next year. The "Palm on the Move" depicts the scene of Princess Wencheng entering Tibet.
From the perspective of painting art, the author's expression skills are quite proficient. The ink lines outlining the clothing, patterns and utensils are round and smooth, yet tough, smooth but not slippery, and sudden but not stagnant; the expressions and behavior of the main characters are lifelike, and the portrayals are more vivid.
The song conveys the charm; parts of the image are smudged, such as the folds of the character's boots, giving it a very three-dimensional effect; the coloring of the whole volume is thick and pure, with large areas of red and green blocks staggered, full of rhythm and vividness
The visual effect. This picture is said to be a copy of the Song Dynasty, but the copying is more precise and still retains the authenticity of the original work. There are stories related to the small seal script of Zhang Youzhi in the early Song Dynasty on the picture, and there are also recorded the inscriptions of Li Daozhi and Li Deyu of the Tang Dynasty when they "reinstalled the back"
Two lines.
No, Luo Tian secretly laughed at himself. The real painting of a walking chariot on silk, ink color, is 38.5 centimeters long and 129.6 centimeters wide. It’s not big enough in terms of size. But why did his first impression be of the painting of a walking chariot? Luo Tian was probably attracted by what he just said.
The pile of bottles and cans confused him, and it took him a long time to realize that the painting on the wall was shrouded in green light. It was undoubtedly an ancient painting, and the numbers on it all showed that this was
An ancient painting from the Tang Dynasty, style, yes, style!!
Luo Tian finally understood why he immediately thought of the painting of the walking chariot. This is a typical painting of Yan Liben! However, this painting is not one of Yan Liben's more famous works, so this is a new and unknown work.
?!!
Luo Tian pointed to the painting on the wall: "Village chief, where did you get this painting?"
"This painting has been in our family for many years, and I don't know where it came from." The old village chief raised his head and thought for a long time: "But I heard that someone in our family's ancestors once worked as a painter in the palace, and I don't know if it's true.
It’s fake.”
Painter? Luo Tian's heart moved. Could it be that he stole it from the palace? "Old man, I want this painting. Can you tell me the price?"
The village chief was stunned: "No way, this painting is really an antique?"
"You have to ask a professional appraiser to tell whether it's an antique or not. How about it, old village chief?" Luo Tian was going to get this painting today no matter what.
The old village chief glanced at the old man who brought Luo Tian here: "I heard that you are an honest person. I am a countryman and don't know anything about antiques. You can decide the price. It's reasonable. If it is really an antique, why don't you put it here?
Is it also wasted?"
"Six thousand, do you think it's okay?" Luo Tian said.
"Okay, you can take it away." The old village chief happily took off the painting.