The old man was not tall, and he should be in his early sixties. He was wearing a sweat-absorbent white training uniform, and he looked very energetic. However, as soon as he entered the office, Zhuang Rui's eyes were fixed on the person he was holding in his arms.
That object is on top.
What the old man held in his arms was a wooden board about one meter long and about seventy centimeters wide. The color was dark red. There were some reliefs on the side of the board facing Zhuang Rui.
Zhuang Rui was sitting not far from the door. As soon as the old man came in, even though he couldn't take a closer look, Zhuang Rui could tell that the relief on the wooden block should be a door god with a big head and a small body. As for whether it was Qin Qiong or Yu Chigong.
, Zhuang Rui couldn't recognize it.
Although the wood of the wooden board was very delicate, Zhuang Rui could tell that it must not be made of rosewood, otherwise the old man might not be able to hold it at all.
"Old man, come on, come on, it's a hot day, put your things down first and then talk..."
Zhuang Rui stood up and helped the old man place the wooden board on the square table. After getting started, Zhuang Rui felt that although the wooden board was quite thick, it was not very heavy.
"I'll do it myself, I'll do it myself, I can't be a teacher..."
The old man waved his hands repeatedly, and finally at Zhuang Rui's insistence, he let go and let Zhuang Rui put the things on the table.
"Haha, old man, please drink some water first..."
Zhuang Rui laughed. Manager Zhang became a waiter now and immediately took a glass of water and handed it over.
"Thank you, Xiao Zhang..."
The old man and Zhang Li seemed to know each other. After taking the water he poured, he stood there a little uneasily and said: "Teacher Zhuang, this thing was handed down from my ancestors. I have kept it at home. Recently, my home was demolished. The compensation money
It's not enough to buy a house in the city, so I'll show you this thing. If it's worth two cents, I'll sell it..."
"Old man, just call me Xiaozhuang. I can't afford to be a teacher. I would like to ask, are your ancestors from Zhuxian Town?"
Zhuang Rui's eyes lit up when he heard that the old man wanted to sell this thing. Although this object was made of ordinary wood, it was of considerable origin. When he used his spiritual energy to look at it just now, the spiritual energy contained in the wooden board was white and yellowish. At least it was left over from the early to mid-Qing Dynasty.
s things.
The full name of this woodblock should be called New Year Picture Stereotype, and the New Year pictures made with it are called Woodblock New Year Pictures. Before printed matter took over the market, the paper paintings people used to post during festivals were all made from this inconspicuous woodblock.
hand.
People who are familiar with history should have heard the name of Zhuxian Town. Yue Fei once defeated the Jin soldiers here. If it were not for the twelve gold medals, perhaps China's history would have been rewritten. However, in modern times, Zhuxian Town is famous for it.
woodblock New Year pictures.
The woodblock New Year pictures of Zhuxian Town, Yangliuqing of Tianjin, Taohuawu of Jiangsu, Weifang of Shandong, and Mianzhu New Year pictures of Sichuan are collectively known as the five major New Year pictures, and are included in the world's intangible cultural heritage. They are also the most folk-style.
One of the handicrafts.
The Zhuxian Town New Year pictures are characterized by full compositions, thick and simple lines, simple and exaggerated shapes, and fresh and bright colors, which are exactly in line with the color of this woodblock.
Another characteristic of Zhuxian Town New Year pictures is that they are divided into two categories. One type is paintings of gods, such as Kitchen Lord God, God of Heaven and Earth, etc., and the other type is door gods. The most popular woodblock New Year paintings in Zhuxian Town are door gods.
, among the door gods, the two generals Qin Qiong and Yuchi Jingde are the main ones.
So Zhuang Rui guessed the origin of this woodblock immediately after He Bo entered the door. Zhuxian Town itself is in Henan, and the stereotype of the door god is a local characteristic. If Zhuang Rui didn't have such a discerning eye, he wouldn't be messing around with antiques.
okay.
"Oh, it's so shameful. Now that you've seen it, Mr. Zhuang, I won't hide it anymore. You're right, our family moved from Zhuxian Town..."
The old man nodded, with a look of embarrassment on his face, as if he had done something wrong by bringing this woodblock here.
"Teacher Zhuang, this is Mr. He. Our two families used to live together and have a very good relationship. Mr. He is in a hurry for money recently and has been asking me to help with this problem. You want to collect something today, so I will give it to you.
Uncle He called and asked him to bring it over for you to take a look at..."
Zhang Li, who was standing aside, saw that the old man seemed embarrassed to open his mouth, so he told Zhuang Rui what happened.
It turns out that this old man is from Zhuxian Town, and this wooden board is also inherited from his family. However, after going through that crazy era, although the things are still there, their family's craftsmanship has not been passed down. The old man also left his hometown and followed his family.
Came to Zhengzhou.
Uncle He had been a worker all his life. Although his son was filial, he had no ability. He only earned a dead salary. The family had enough food to eat, but they didn't save much money.
Suddenly it was said that it was going to be demolished. If it was to be moved to the outskirts of the city, it would be a long way for his son and wife to go to work, and it would be inconvenient for his grandson to go to school. He Bo wanted to buy a house near where he originally lived.
But the compensation money given by the government was still more than 200,000 yuan short of buying a house in the original location. This made the old man worried. After thinking about it, it seemed that the only piece of furniture left by his ancestors in the family was worth something.
So after rummaging through boxes and cabinets to find this stereotype, He Bo entrusted Zhang Li to help him take action. In the past two months, someone had visited the house to see it, but because the old man's asking price was a bit high, they couldn't negotiate.
Zhang Li also saw Zhuang Rui's generous move, so he called Uncle He to see if Zhuang Rui was interested.
"Old man, let me take a look at something first..."
Zhuang Rui was afraid that if he opened his mouth to buy, the other party would raise the price. Besides, when he was learning miscellaneous appreciation from Uncle De, he had already heard about New Year painting woodblocks, so he took this opportunity to see it.
"Look, you can look whatever you want..."
Although Zhuang Rui is young, the old man received Zhang Li's advice and knew that this was a nationally renowned antiques expert, so he looked a little reserved.
Zhuang Rui didn't speak anymore, picked up the magnifying glass and looked at the woodblock on the table carefully.
This kind of woodblock engraving first originated in the Tang Dynasty, but became popular in the Song Dynasty. Since these are folk handicrafts, the wood used to make the woodblocks is also made from materials. The materials are average. Like the woodblocks in the Tang and Song Dynasties, they may have long since decayed.
It is difficult to preserve.
Ordinary woodblocks are carved from boxwood, which is widely distributed, but from Zhuang Rui's perspective, this woodblock is carved from peach wood that is unique to Feicheng, Shandong. After hundreds of years, the woodblocks are still as beautiful as ever.
It is dense and delicate in texture and exudes a light fragrance.
After Zhuang Rui observed for a long time, he raised his head and asked the old man: "Uncle He, how much do you want to sell this wooden block?"
