"How did I hear that the real "Along the River During Qingming Festival" was picked up from the wastebasket!"
Cao Yu was just about to take a sip of the tea that had finally cooled down. When he heard someone else say this, he quickly asked another question.
In the distance, the afterglow of the setting sun filled most of Mingsha Mountain.
Jiang Shan looked out the window. The cave to the west was hidden in the darkness, revealing a bottomless blackness.
The grottoes that still have some residual light appear even more mysterious when viewed from a distance.
The staff of the Provincial Propaganda Department were also looking out the window.
After looking down at the time, before he could frown, he was tripped up by the chatter in the room again.
The road back to the city is only about 20 kilometers, but due to road conditions, light and other challenges.
The vans had to run twice as long.
"If you want to ask this, I'm probably the only one here who can tell you the true resemblance," Huang Yongyu looked at Cao Yu:
"In 1951, I was just called back to Yanjing by my cousin, and I was sent by Jiang Feng from the Academy of Fine Arts to Rongbaozhai to learn the lost craftsmanship.
A few years ago, when goods from the Northeast were in short supply, they had already stopped a lot by the time I went there.
Yang Renkai, who often visits Rongbaozhai, suddenly received a notice from Liaobo, asking him to help inspect some paintings."
"Yang Renkai?" Shao Bolin knew this person: "The vice president of Liaoning University of Science and Technology?"
"He hadn't been appointed yet at that time," Huang Yongyu continued: "When he came back to Yanjing a while later, he brought back a painting called "Along the River During the Qingming Festival."
Cao Yu was surprised when he heard this: "Is it the one in the museum now?"
"That's the one," Huang Yongyu nodded: "However, you said before that this painting was taken from the wastebasket, and you were actually right..."
In 1924, before being driven out of the Forbidden City by Feng Yuxiang, Puyi transported a total of 780 boxes of treasures from the palace.
Among them, there are 1,285 pieces of calligraphy and painting by celebrities from past dynasties.
The reason why this number can have zeros and wholes is that I remember it clearly.
It must also be attributed to Puyi's good habit of settling accounts between brothers.
All the treasures brought out by Pu Jie and his cronies were recorded in a book.
When he was arrested, a treasure catalog was found in his small bag.
This booklet contains the following sentence: "Six Pictures of Along the River During the Qingming Festival".
This was so good that all the antique dealers rushed to the northeast like crazy.
You must know that before this, everyone thought that the "Along the River During Qingming Festival" in the Qing Palace had been destroyed in a sea of fire.
In 1923, a fire in the Jianfu Palace in the Forbidden City destroyed more than 400 houses.
A large number of precious collections were reduced to ashes.
It is said that the eunuch deliberately set the fire in order to cover up the evidence of the beheading committed by the prison guard.
Twenty days after the fire was extinguished, Puyi, furious, issued a decree to dismiss all the eunuchs.
At this point, the fact that "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" and other inherited treasures perished in the fire spread among the people.
After that, time quickly came to 1945. After Puyi was arrested by the Soviet Red Army, a large number of handed down masterpieces also came to life.
Among them, the most famous one is "Along the River During Qingming Festival".
It turned out that Puyi had transferred more than a thousand calligraphy and paintings long before the fire.
Indirectly, it has contributed to the protection of historical civilization.
When Puyi was sent back by the Soviet Red Army, the government began to call on everyone to turn over palace cultural relics scattered among the people.
Unexpectedly, cultural relics actually returned to the Northeast People's Bank.
It was not until the establishment of the Northeast Museum in 1949 that it took over the cultural relics stored in the Northeast People's Bank.
But no one dared to touch this batch of cultural relics, and they have been sealed in the museum's warehouse.
It was not until two years later that the museum, which received the order, officially started the inventory work.
An inconspicuous small suitcase was opened by the staff.
In this small suitcase marked "A suitcase left by Pu Yi at the airport", the staff was surprised to find three paintings of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival".
It really doesn’t matter if you don’t look at it, you will be shocked when you look at it.
Although there have been constant surprises since the inventory of cultural relics began, this time it was a little different.
Others, such as "Lady with Hairpin Flowers" and "Guo Lady's Spring Outing", are the only one.
But unexpectedly, three pictures of "Along the River During Qingming Festival" appeared at once.
Who is real and who is fake here?
After careful identification by several museum experts, a fake was eliminated.
The rest must be identified by treasure appraisal experts with the prefix "国".
Therefore, Yang Renkai was invited to Liaobo.
"On the way there, Yang Renkai had no hope at all," Huang Yongyu recalled:
"Before this, he had already helped others see more than ten paintings of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival", and all of them were fake, so he was mentally prepared that all three of them were fakes."
"But he overlooked one thing," Shen Congwen laughed: "The place we went to this time was the Northeast."
"That's right," Huang Yongyu also smiled:
"Soon, he saw two of the "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" paintings. After opening the first one, a strong ancient charm hit him...
Anyway, the final result was that before Lao Yang got his butt warm, he saw the legendary "Along the River During the Qingming Festival"."
"Authentic?" Chang Shuhong asked in shock: "Is the first painting authentic?"
Jiang Shan sighed: "This luck is unbeatable!"
"Qiu Ben's "Along the River During the Qingming Festival"," Huang Yongyu added, "is the one painted by Qiu Ying, one of the four great talents of the Ming Dynasty."
"It's hard to hate this person."
"Of course, Lao Yang was very excited," Huang Yongyu seemed to have seen him:
"My hands are almost unsteady. I opened it casually at first, but when I closed it, I immediately followed the rules."
That is, the professional techniques in museums, unfolding and closing volumes.
"So, you don't need to read the next two pictures."
"How can you not read it?" Huang Yongyu continued with his cigarette holder in his mouth:
"When I opened a big one, Lao Yang immediately became excited. The products from Northeast China are indeed extraordinary, not to mention that they have been seen by experts from the People's Museum."
But unfortunately, experts sometimes make mistakes.
Moreover, there are not many cases where the eyes are wrong.
When Yang Renkai opened the second painting of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival", he quickly determined that it was a fake.
But he was still very happy that he could see the long-lost copy of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" during this trip.
Yang Renkai was extremely excited.
Just as he was about to leave with a smile, he accidentally caught a glimpse of a cardboard box stacked in the corner of the office.
There were a few calligraphy and paintings scattered around inside, and an old scroll among them immediately led Yang Renkai to walk straight over.
Generally, after such a description, something big will happen.
The experienced Cao Yu immediately cooperated: "What is that?"
Huang Yongyu spread his arms: "When he picked up the painting and slowly opened it, my God..."
A broken piece of silk was slowly unfolded, and the inscriptions and seals of famous people from all over the world were displayed in front of Yang Renkai's eyes.
Rich and detailed, spread in an orderly manner.
Although his eyes were trembling, he still did not rush to a conclusion.
The more Huang Yongyu talked, the more it sounded like a drama, and the people in the room became more and more addicted to it.
No one noticed that several interns from the institute were already standing outside the window of the reference room.
These are students from the history departments and art departments of major universities.
I never expected that I would hear such a magical legend about a national treasure on an ordinary afternoon.
"The painting silk, which is 528 centimeters long and 25 centimeters wide, slowly unfolds," Huang Yongyu's hands kept making gestures:
"First observe the chronology. If there is no problem, then look at its content carefully... Yes, it is consistent with what is recorded in "Tokyo Menghualu"."
Many excellent imitations have failed on the famous Hong Bridge in "Along the River During the Qingming Festival".
It is obviously a wooden arch bridge, but many fakes show a stone arch bridge.
After Yang Renkai went over the details one by one, he immediately took action.
"It's hard to forget the battle against Jingkang, but "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" has finally reappeared in the world eight hundred years later!"
Huang Yongyu waved his hand excitedly, as if he had discovered the original work.
Everyone in the room's eyes lit up when they heard this, and they were happy together with Huang Yongyu.
"teacher,"
At this time, the student outside the window raised a question: "Why didn't the experts in the Liaoning Museum see that this painting was authentic?"
"Yes," another voice also questioned: "Why are their views different from Mr. Yang? In 1952, Mr. Yang was only in his thirties!"
"You guys have finished your work," Chang Shuhong hurriedly smoothed things over: "Stop asking around, why don't you go and have a rest."
"It's not in the way." Huang Yongyu likes to be with young people: "You kids don't know Professor Yang very well."
"Just tell us."
"Yes, can you tell me more?"
Every year, a group of interns come to Dunhuang to help complete the boring and arduous work of restoring murals.
This group of students had finally waited for an interesting day, and they all wanted to persuade the old experts to tell them a few more paragraphs.
"Actually, although Lao Yang could tell the truth at that time, he didn't make an immediate decision.
After all, this one is different from the previous one because there are differences among experts!
So, he proposed to transport it back to Yanjing and invite the five most famous connoisseurs at the time to appreciate it together."
After that, the good news of the discovery of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" came out in the Palace Museum in Yanjing.
Prior to this, the National Palace Museum in Wanwan had already announced that the "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" contained in the museum was the only authentic work in the world.
After Wanwan's announcement, Japan and the United States also claimed that the authentic copy of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" was in their hands.
For a time, people all over the world were putting anti-counterfeiting labels on their own "Along the River During the Qingming Festival".
Regardless of other things, according to Jiangshan's understanding, Wanwan's "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" has been stamped and sealed by Qianlong.
The names of the five painters are clearly marked.
That painting was a imitation completed by five masters in the Qing palace at that time.
"What happened next?" A classic question floated out of the window: "What was the expert's appraisal result?"
"Of course it's true. Otherwise, where did Yanjing's "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" come from?"
"Lao Yang won in the end!" Huang Yongyu asked with a smile:
"Although Lao Yang was only in his thirties at the time, do you know that he did some amazing things in those years?"
Huang Yongyu's words not only made the students outside the window curious.
Even several veteran cadres in the room became curious.
Wu Xiaobang couldn't help but ask: "What did he do?"
"Whenever Yang Renkai comes to Yanjing for business, he doesn't like to stay in a guest house, so he falls in love with Rongbaozhai and stays there." Huang Yongyu knows this very well:
"One day, a young man walked into Rongbaozhai carrying a big bag of scraps of paper and wanted to sell them for 1,000 yuan."
You know, at that time, Qi Baishi's paintings only sold for 5 yuan per foot.
The clerk at Rongbaozhai immediately felt that there must be something great in the young man's sack.
"So I quickly opened it and took a look. I didn't expect it to be a bag of scraps of paper."
"Shredded paper?" Cao Yu confirmed again and again: "A pocket full of shredded paper?"
"That's the strange thing," Huang Yongyu was also surprised:
"Nothing strange has ever happened in Liulichang. There are people who buy and sell things that are wrong... but I have never seen anyone carrying a bag of scraps of paper to change money."
"and after?"
"The salespersons in Rongbaozhai are all big guys from the past. They are all people who have seen the world. It just so happened that Yang Renkai was lying in the back room taking a nap that day."
So the salesperson ran over and woke him up.
I heard that someone in the shop brought a sack of scraps of paper and asked for a thousand yuan.
Yang Renkai was also confused.
I have no choice but to help the salesperson go over and take a look.
"Where did the young man come from?"
Looking at the sacks on the table, Yang Renkai asked with a smile.
"Harbin." The young man replied honestly: "This pack of paper will not be sold for less than 1,000 yuan."
"I haven't read it yet!" When he heard that the other party was from Harbin, Yang Renkai asked again: "Where did this package come from?"
“If it’s passed down from our family, we won’t sell it if it’s less than 1,000 yuan.”
Seeing the other person asking for 1,000 yuan over and over again, the salesperson in the store couldn't help it: "Have you seen anyone whose ancestral family looks like this?"
"Anyway, I won't sell it for less than 1,000 yuan." The young man seemed to only say this.
Seeing the other party's persistence, Yang Renkai not only did not blame him, but instead became more interested in the sack.
"Then let me take a look first," he slowly opened his pocket: "What kind of good thing is it? It can be sold for a thousand yuan even if it is broken into pieces."
The young man was stunned for a moment. Looking at Yang Renkai's frown after grabbing a piece of shredded paper, he became nervous.
Before finding Rong Baozhai, he had visited many antique stores.
Either they laughed at him because he was crazy about money, or after seeing it, he was only willing to give him a few dozen yuan to spend casually.
If it weren't for his mother's insistence, the young man would have disposed of the packet of shredded paper.
Because even he himself couldn't believe that the packet of scraps of paper at home was worth a thousand yuan.
Just when he thought he would hear the same sarcastic words, Yang Renkai at the counter was also stunned.
The sack in front of me looks dirty, with the shredded paper in the bag.
What a veritable bag of garbage.
Look inside again.
The scraps of paper in the sack were even more fragmented than he expected, and the smallest ones were no bigger than a fingernail.
However, precisely because of this, Yang Renkai could see at a glance that these papers were obviously not a product of modern times.
He immediately realized that the pile of shredded paper in front of him had something to do with it.
"Is this really something passed down from your family?"
"It's absolutely true," the young man affirmed: "My father even lost his life for them."
