Dou Sprout lay on the ground and stretched out his hands to grab it, and his clothes were covered in dust.
I think it's just a little bit closer, a few minutes.
"Hurry! It's coming out soon!"
"Take your belly in! Take a deep breath! Try harder!"
Dou Sprouts gritted his teeth and no longer cared about his image. He rubbed his face on the ground and dug into the garbage heap with all his strength.
When his fingers touched the black-glazed bottle, Dou Sprout shouted and pulled out the bottle and scroll.
"Well done!"
I'll go see it right away.
The light was not good just now, so I made a mistake in judgment. What Dou Sprout took out was not an elephant-leg bottle, but a chicken-leg bottle because it had two long legs.
The distinguishing feature of the chicken leg bottle is that the belly of the drumstick bottle is not so straight. If you lift the bottle and look sideways, you can clearly see an arc. On the contrary, if there is no such arc and it is straight up and down, it is an elephant leg bottle.
In the antique shop, chicken leg bottles from the Liao and Jin Dynasties are more expensive than elephant leg bottles. There is a popular saying, "one chicken holds five elephants." Although this black-glazed chicken leg bottle is made of rough porcelain from a folk kiln, it is complete and has a good glaze color.
Ten thousand dollars is worth it.
The kilns for firing this kind of rough porcelain are all in the Shanxi area of Inner Mongolia in the north. This kind of porcelain was not fired in Sichuan in the past. I guess it was brought by party members who had escaped from the disaster in the past.
Dou Sprout patted the dirt on his body and asked me with a flashlight: "How are you, Fengzi? Is this chicken bottle valuable?"
I lied to him, I said it was worth at least 500,000.
Douyazai's eyes widened, and when he realized what he was doing, he jumped up on the spot.
"Haha! Look what I'm talking about! We should have come up two days ago! We almost missed 500,000! 500,000!"
"Don't shout! Why are you shouting so loudly in the middle of the night? Are you trying to attract the wolf?"
I told him, reached out and took out the painting.
The scroll is made of wood and is dark in color. It looks like ebony, but it is not. When I shine it with a flashlight, I can still see the ox hair pattern and brown eyes. The scroll head is 100% made of old material, small-leaf rosewood.
My heart was pounding. If the axis head is so awesome, then this painting might be something extraordinary.
The Xixia and Song dynasties were at the same time, and old Song paintings were very expensive in my impression during those two years. If there was a personal signature or seal, regardless of whether the painter was famous or not, they could easily sell for hundreds of thousands, and rich people would rush for them.
want.
With excitement, I spread the scroll on the ground and opened it little by little.
What was exposed first was a woman's long hair, and then her bare shoulders.
Dou Yazai exclaimed: "It's a girl! It's a girl! It's a sex picture!"
"I haven't opened it yet, how do you know? Go to the other side."
Then I unfolded the painting bit by bit.
My eyes widened when I saw it.
Who painted this?
The painting is of a young woman dressed in ancient times, with an oval face, a cherry mouth, eyebrows as thick as mountains, and autumn-cut pupils. The woman in the painting is naked and bathing in the river, with no cloth on her body. Her left hand is slightly in front of her chest, and her right hand holds a
Wearing a gauze scarf and about to wash it, the whole painting has a sense of movement.
In addition, the river water in the painting is extremely clear. The lower half of the woman's body is soaked in the river water, and the outline of her legs is looming in the water, giving her a hazy beauty.
Dou Yazai pointed at the painting and asked me: "Who painted this? The painting is really good, look, all the hair is drawn."
I ignored Dou Sprout's vulgar words and was deeply attracted by the beauty of the painted woman.
Although she was completely naked, all her important parts were either covered with hands or covered with water. They were well hidden, as if she was still on guard even when she was taking a shower.
Two words.
Absolutely.
I can understand all kinds of weird antique porcelain, jade and miscellaneous items, but I only don't understand calligraphy and painting. I can't understand it. Firstly, it's because I don't read much, and secondly, I don't have the artistic thinking.
But as far as this painting is concerned, I can not only understand it, but also appreciate the artistic conception of the painting. This is the genius of the painter.
I moved the flashlight down inch by inch, trying to find someone's signature, but I couldn't find a signature or a stamp after searching all over. It was just a pure painting.
Based on the degree of yellowing and oxidation of the silk paper, it is estimated that this is a painting dating back seven hundred years. From this age, it is possible that it could be from Xixia, Song, Liao, or Jin. And because this painting appeared in the Shilou of Xixia, I
In the end, it was deduced that it was most likely painted by someone from Xixia.
A vulgar person like Dou Sprout will never understand the artistic conception of the painting.
When daylight comes, I will definitely have to study this painting carefully and look at the details.
After searching around, I didn't find anything. I asked Dou Sprout to hold the drumstick bottle while I took the painting and prepared to go to bed. Last night, Lao Fu said that he heard footsteps here. Where is anyone here? Not even a mouse.
See.
Come out and close the door.
I said you go down first and take the bottle.
Dou Sprout made a sound and started to crawl down.
Xiaoxuan was worried about us. She used a flashlight and shouted: "Bean sprouts! Look at the ladder under your feet! Don't accidentally step on it!"
"Zhao Xuanxuan, are you annoyed? You underestimate me, right? Look, I'll give you an upside-down golden hook!"
As soon as Dou Sprout let go of his hand, the black-glazed chicken drumstick bottle he was holding suddenly fell down.
Xiaoxuan saw something dropped and reached out to catch it, but she missed it and fell to the ground in just a few seconds. The sound was soft and crisp, and it fell to pieces.
"ah!"
Dou Sprout looked at the fallen drumstick bottle and shouted loudly! Shouting my bottle! My 500,000!
Seeing the red eyes of Dou Sprout, he seemed to want to jump down and pick up the bottle! I quickly advised him, "Don't jump! That bottle is only worth 10,000!"
After getting down, Dou Sprout obviously didn't believe what I said and cried a lot. Then he lay on the floor and fell asleep while crying. After a while, he started snoring again.
Later, I also fell asleep holding the painting. I wanted to dream about the woman in the painting, and I wanted to ask her, which dynasty are you from, what is your name, and who painted you.
Unfortunately, I didn't dream of anything and I slept until dawn.
the next day.
In the morning we went to the M3 area to explore the pit. I came back early, took the paintings and binoculars and climbed up.
There was a breeze blowing, and because I was standing at a high place, I saw a river through the telescope.
Dulong River.
I opened the painting this time, holding a cigarette in my mouth, frowning and thinking for a long time.
I laughed as I thought about it, men really understand men better.
I understand, this may be the case.
More than 700 years ago, among the Dangxiang people, there was a nobleman who had been educated by Han people since childhood. After the fall of Xixia, he followed Li Xian and fled from Xingfu to Muya, Sichuan.
I don’t know the name of this party man, but what’s different from others is that he doesn’t like riding horses and archery, but likes playing music, chess, calligraphy and painting.
That day, he was standing in the same position as me and looking at the scenery, thinking in his mind when he would be able to return to his motherland. Suddenly, he saw a beautiful woman taking a bath in the Dulong River. He was fascinated by it, so
Without the consent of the person concerned, he hurriedly took a pen and paper and secretly drew the person.
Because the painting was too exposed to be shown to others, he secretly hid the painting in a chicken drumstick bottle in the corner. Whenever it was quiet at night, he would light candles on the tower and slowly appreciate the person in the painting and the people in the painting alone.
I guessed that he might have wanted to write, sign, and seal several times, but in the end he gave up for some reason.
Time flies, and dust accumulates over time.
Once left in this corner, it will last more than 700 years.
Later, I asked a friend who knows painting to see it. He was shocked and praised it!
My friend said that if there is a signature, this painter must be a buried genius in the Song and Jin Dynasties!
He asked me to tell him the number and he wanted to buy it.
I smiled and said that if I had sold it, I would have sold it long ago and would not have kept it until now.
I estimate that about seven people have seen this painting, but they don't know who owns it. Their unanimous comment is "It's elegant and elegant."
Since there is no name, as the discoverer, I gave this painting a name.
"Picture of beautiful woman bathing in the river."