Huang Xiaoyun suddenly felt excited when she saw Zhang Yuan's brows furrowed slightly, as if he was unhappy.
If he really doesn't want to, what can I do?
Zhang Yuan looked at Huang Xiaoyun with mixed feelings.
When Huang Xiaoyun opened his mouth, he wanted to refuse.
But when he saw Huang Xiaoyun's eyes filled with peach blossoms, he couldn't help but sigh in his heart.
Even a tough Arhat can't resist such soft fingers!
"Okay, I'll be there then."
After Huang Xiaoyun heard Zhang Yuan's answer, a smile suddenly appeared on her face.
Soon, the two returned to the venue together.
They came to the front row and saw Manager Wang walking out carrying a tray covered with red cloth.
"Fortunately, we have just started. If it were any later, we would have missed the first antique."
Zhang Yuan nodded.
"I don't know what this first antique is."
Huang Xiaoyun said with a longing look.
"Everyone, let's reveal our first antique today."
As soon as she finished speaking, Manager Wang said to everyone.
As he spoke, he slowly opened the red cloth covering the tray.
For a moment, everyone in the venue focused their attention on it.
After the red cloth was lifted, a fan was seen on the tray.
Manager Wang put on white gloves and carefully picked up the fan.
"Whoosh!"
Manager Wang flicked his wrist and opened the folding fan.
Everyone looked at it and saw a painting on the fan, with soldiers and horses on it, and a poem in the upper left corner of the fan.
But there are some strange words on the fan bones and the lower right corner of the fan surface.
Manager Wang fanned his fan a few times symbolically, and then said to everyone: "Everyone, whoever can identify the age of this fan in this first round will advance."
After hearing this, everyone frowned.
There is only one poem on this fan, and the poem was written after the Tang Dynasty, so the fan must not have appeared before the Tang Dynasty.
"I'll come first. If I can be appraised by Manager Wang, I guess it's from the Song Dynasty!"
"No, looking at the painting above, it looks like it might be from the Yuan Dynasty!"
"I think it will be tomorrow!"
…
Everyone spoke one sentence and talked about all the dynasties that could be mentioned.
Manager Wang stood on the stage. When everyone finished speaking, he smiled and said, "Is there anything more?"
"This is a fan from the Qing Dynasty."
Suddenly, as soon as Manager Wang finished speaking, someone in the crowd said, "You guys are really stupid. Didn't you see that the lower left corner of the fan and the ribs are all in Manchu?"
oh!
After hearing this man's words, everyone looked towards Fan Gu.
The crooked words carved on the white jade fan bone came into everyone's eyes.
"If you look carefully, it's really Manchu."
"Then he didn't run away. This fan is indeed from the Qing Dynasty!"
"Look at the painting on the fan. Aren't those soldiers holding muskets? It must be from the late Qing Dynasty!"
After these people finished speaking, everyone in the venue was convinced.
Everyone spoke one after another.
"This is definitely from the late Qing Dynasty."
Manager Wang still had a faint smile on his face.
He stood on the stage, gently waving his folding fan, and looked at everyone, "Is there anything else? If not, we will start voting."
"etc."
In the crowd, Zhang Yuan suddenly said, "This fan is from the Ming Dynasty."
What?
As soon as these words came out, everyone in the venue was shocked.
"Zhang Yuan, are you sure? I see that the folding fan is indeed engraved with Manchu characters."
Huang Xiaoyun looked at Zhang Yuan and said.
"Sure."
Zhang Yuan nodded.
The moment Butler Wang took out the fan, information about the fan appeared in Zhang Yuan's mind - "A white jade bone fan from the late Ming Dynasty, authentic, with a market value of five million!"
"Hahahahaha!"
At this moment, a burst of wild laughter broke out from the crowd.
Everyone immediately turned around and saw that the man laughing wildly was the man who had just recognized the Manchu text on the folding fan.
"It's so funny. This fan is engraved with Manchu characters. Do you understand Manchu characters?"
The man pointed to the fan in Steward Wang's hand on the stage and said: "The Manchu script was created by Nurhaci, the founder of the Qing Dynasty, who had people imitate the Mongolian script. Where did the Ming Dynasty fans come from the Manchu script?"
"What this person said makes sense! If it were a fan from the Ming Dynasty, there would be no Manchu characters."
After hearing what the man said, everyone nodded in agreement.
At this time, someone recognized the man and exclaimed: "This is Mr. Zeng Jing, a famous linguist in our city."
When someone said this, someone suddenly understood.
"It turns out to be Mr. Zeng. That's no wonder. Mr. Zeng has very profound attainments in languages. Since he said so, there must be no problem."
For a moment, everyone looked at Zeng Jing with envy.
Zeng Jing couldn't help but feel proud.
"Young man, it's okay if you don't understand, but it's your fault if you don't know how to pretend to understand and embarrass yourself."
After hearing this, Huang Xiaoyun immediately became unhappy, but just as she was about to speak, she was stopped by Zhang Yuan.
"hehe."
Zhang Yuan looked at Zeng Jing and smiled mockingly.
"why are you laughing!"
Zeng Jing was so angry at Zhang Yuan's smile that he glared.
"I'm laughing at you for showing off your shallow knowledge but not enough. It's not me who's embarrassed, it's you."
After Zhang Yuan finished speaking, he reached out and pointed at the folding fan in Wang Guanshi's hand, and then said: "Yes, Manchu script did appear relatively late, and there is indeed a specific Manchu and Chinese script on the fan, but I would like to ask this question
Sir, do you know Mr. Shiquan?"
A perfect old man?
Zeng Jing sneered and said: "Who doesn't know that old man Shiquan is Emperor Qianlong? Even a three-year-old child knows this kind of problem?"
"Mr. Zeng, do you know why he calls himself Old Man Shiquan?"
Zhang Yuan asked again.
"It's because Emperor Qianlong believed that he had perfect martial arts skills, so he became a perfect old man." Zeng Jing continued.
After he finished speaking, he looked at Zhang Yuan with disdain and snorted in his heart, "Humph, let's see what tricks you can do!"
"Yes, this old man Shiquan thinks he has perfect martial arts skills, so he likes to put words and stamps on other people's calligraphy and paintings. Under his influence, do you think other Manchus will do this?
"
Zhang Yuan asked again.
It’s really hard for Zeng Jing to answer this question.
What the emperor of your day did, will the noble nobles below also imitate it?
Seeing that Zeng Jing was silent, Zhang Yuan said again: "The musket you see is not a musket, it is a blunderbuss."
"But there were also fire guns in the Qing Dynasty." Zeng Jing said firmly.
"That's right."
Zhang Yuan nodded and continued: "But there is one more thing. The people in the painting are wearing armor from the Ming Dynasty. Moreover, the last line of that poem dares to say that the bright moon shines on the sky! If this line of poetry appeared in the Qing Dynasty
, does everyone know what the outcome will be?”
This time, Zeng Jing stopped talking.
The people around him suddenly became silent.
After a while, someone whispered:
"Dare you ask the bright moon to shine on the sky? If it catches up with the literary prison, I'm afraid all the nine tribes will be wiped out."
"Maybe it really is a fan from the Ming Dynasty."
On stage.
Manager Wang watched everyone finish the discussion and said with a smile: "Since everyone has no other opinions, let's start voting."
So, everyone began to vote individually.
After everyone finished voting, Manager Wang said again: "Now, I announce the correct answer. This jade fracture fan is an ancient relic from the late Ming Dynasty."
Wow——
As soon as this statement came out, there was an uproar in the venue!