Chapter 333 Why is Jiangshan’s real estate always vacant?
"It seems that there are quite a few experts coming to our museum today. Who are you?"
Ma Chengyuan, who is in his fifties, was greeting Wang Shixiang one second, and saw Comrade Jiang Shan with a pretentious look the next.
"What's wrong with this little comrade? Is he feeling uncomfortable somewhere?"
The nephew who was promoted in a desperate situation successfully expanded the scope of his influence by saying, "You look really like my miserable uncle!"
Huang Yongyu was stunned at first, but quickly made a judgment: "Xiao Jiang is definitely not talking about me."
Wang Shixiang said "hmm" in agreement.
Then, Jiang Shan's embarrassment was resolved with one sentence: "My surname is Wang and I come from Yanjing. Today, two friends and I are here to visit a local museum."
"It turns out he is a guest from the capital,"
Ma Chengyuan smiled and shook hands with the three people in front of him one by one: "Welcome, I am Ma Chengyuan from the Cultural Relics Conservation Department of Pujiang Museum."
As soon as they finished speaking, Huang Yongyu and Wang Shixiang exclaimed at the same time: "Are you Ma Chengyuan?"
Before Ma Chengyuan could nod in recognition, Wang Shixiang pulled him over: "Xiao Jiang, remember what I just said when Guan Liujue was first discovered, some experts questioned its age, right?"
Jiang Shan nodded: "Remember."
"That expert," Wang Shixiang looked at Ma Chengyuan, "is Comrade Ma Chengyuan."
Jiang Shan quickly stood in awe: "It turns out it's you!"
Huang Yongyu didn't know about Guan Liujue, but he knew another thing: "Xiao Jiang, do you know where the word 'China' first appeared?"
As soon as he heard this, Jiang Shan recalled what Ma Chengyuan had said to him: "How to respect, how to respect."
Seeing that Jiang Shan had already sung it, Huang Yongyu knew that he must have known it: "Then do you know who first discovered the inscription in 'He Zun'?"
Jiang Shan was stunned for a moment, then quickly looked at Ma Chengyuan: "Is it also...?" Why didn't you mention this in your previous life?
"Because there is a Taotie pattern on the statue, He Zun was originally named a bronze statue with a Taotie pattern."
Although "He Zun" was missing when they met again, the conversation between Ma Chengyuan and Jiang Shan still started with "He Zun":
“A few years ago, because a batch of bronzes from the Baoji Museum were going to be exhibited in Japan, the Cultural Relics Bureau assigned me to make preparations for going abroad.
Although Baobo's comrades have repeatedly stated that there is no inscription in the Taotie Bronze Zun.
But based on my experience, there must be something hidden in a bronze with such gorgeous decorations."
After being soaked in chemical reagents, Ma Chengyuan peeled off the historical seal of the Taotie Bronze Statue.
Since then, the earliest "China" appeared!
According to the inscription inside the bronze statue, this statue was cast by a noble family named He in Western Zhou Dynasty, so it was renamed "He Zun".
This discovery not only transformed the "He Zun" bronze into a king, but also made many people in the industry know Ma Chengyuan's name.
No wonder Huang Yongyu and Wang Shixiang have heard of his name even though they have never met him.
At this moment, Ma Chengyuan looked at them and said, "Who are you two...?"
"I, Wang Shixiang, he, Huang Yongyu."
"As expected, we are here with experts. No wonder they know so much about bronzes."
Ma Chengyuan has met Xu Bangda, Zhu Jiajin and Qigong before.
Just now, he was surprised and listened to the crowd for a while.
Unexpectedly, when passing by the Bronze Hall, I discovered a small team of experts.
…
"The Pujiang Museum has no treasures, not because the level is not enough, but because there are too many treasures that can be the treasures..."
At this time, Xu Bangda walked into the bronze exhibition hall together with his voice.
Jiangshan sounded wrong.
When I looked up, I saw Xu Bangda and Zhu Jiajin, followed by a group of visitors.
At this moment, the crowd was surrounding the two commentators with curious eyes.
Xu Bangda looked ahead:
"The Three Treasures in China refers to the three bronze tripods in my country. One of them is the Big Ke Ding in front of you. The other two are the Mao Gong Ding in Taiwan Museum and the Big Meng Ding in the National Palace Museum."
"We often say that we want to conquer the Central Plains and conquer the world. Do you know what we are asking about?" Zhu Jiajin put his hands behind his back and said kindly: "The question is about the weight of the tripod."
Xu Bangda: "In other words, whoever weighs more has the final say..."
Zhu Jiajin: "Guess who is the heaviest among these three cauldrons?"
The crowd tried to ask for the top prize: "Is our Dake tripod in Pujiang the heaviest?"
Xu Bangda and Zhu Jiajin laughed together: "Yes!"
Just kidding, this is what I used to do with Gubo’s large cauldron.
How can the Pujiang government not weigh it before sending it out?
At this moment, Wang Shixiang glanced at the excitement from the air: "Yongyu, it's a shame that your cousin didn't come this time."
"Fortunately, Professor Shen didn't come," Huang Yongyu understood what the other party meant: "Otherwise, we wouldn't even be able to leave when it gets dark."
If these three model worker commentators join forces, they may be able to bring the cultural relics to life!
"By the way," Wang Shixiang remembered now, looked at Huang Yongyu and asked, "Where did you go just now? How come Xiao Jiang and I are the only ones left in the blink of an eye?"
"On the way here, Xu Banchi heard from Xiao Jiang that the Snow Bamboo Picture had been turned into a treasure map," Huang Yongyu replied, "So as soon as we entered the museum, he dragged us towards it."
Jiang Shan also came back to his senses at this moment: "Did you see those two lines of words?"
Huang Yongyu: "Where can I look? He's locked in a cupboard!"
Ma Chengyuan on the side immediately looked at the person in front of him again: "Are you two with Professor Xu?"
Wang Shixiang laughed: "Aren't they all here to fight against Yanjing?"
Huang Yongyu silently glanced at Professor Xu who was talking enthusiastically: "How about... let's go somewhere else first?"
Wang Shixiang: "I also want to see "Snow Bamboo Picture"."
Jiang Shan nodded in agreement: "Then let's not affect the two experts' success."
As the host, Ma Chengyuan decided to go together: "Let's go, I will take you to the painting and calligraphy hall."
When a few people walked quietly past Dak Ding, Qi Gong and Xu Muchun, who were touching their noses and were hidden among the crowd, immediately left and followed them.
But I never thought that I would walk into the calligraphy and painting exhibition hall again.
Wang Shixiang, Huang Yongyu and Jiang Shanli looked at the "Snow Bamboo Picture" for a while. Seeing that Ma Chengyuan had no intention of unlocking it, they could only look at the cabinet.
In fact, Ma Chengyuan also saw what they meant, but: "I'm sorry, there are so many people coming to see this painting recently, and it's not convenient for me..."
Qigong was very sure of the other party's work attitude: "This is how we should treat national treasures."
Jiang Shan believes: "If the museum closes, I can..."
Although Huang Yongyu also thought so, he still taught Jiang Shan a lesson: "Do you think this is a posthumous post?"
Wang Shixiang: "Do you think this is at the Institute of Cultural Relics?"
Ma Chengyuan, who didn't care at all, directly revealed the reason: "I'm sorry, everyone, but our curator Xie will inevitably have an accident, so we might as well let him keep the keys himself."
If he hadn't known that the crowd was here for this painting, Xie Zhiliu would have accepted "Snow Bamboo Picture" long ago.
"It's not in the way," Huang Yongyu looked down at the display cabinet: "The other paintings are also very interesting, Jiangshan..."
Jiang Shan took a step forward: "I'm here, tell me!"
"Don't you usually like to write?" Huang Yongyu knocked on the glass: "Let's take a look at this "Shangyu Tie" by Wang Xizhi!"
As soon as he mentioned this, several people around him slowly gathered around.
Among them is Xu Muchun, who is new to the industry.
"Although this copybook is a copy from the Tang Dynasty," the host Ma Chengyuan introduced, "but because of the extremely high level of copying, it is almost as good as the original."
"It indeed copied Wang Xizhi's writing style," Huang Yongyu nodded: "Xiao Jiang, can you tell what is written in this cursive script?"
I had heard Ma Chengyuan introduce Jiangshan earlier, so I put aside my pretense and acknowledged it for a while: "I have a stomachache at night, and I can't bear to see you. I am in Shangyu today, and I haven't left until the next month... Isn't this just a sick note from a calligrapher?"
"So "Shangyu Calligraphy" is also jokingly called "Ye Lai Abdominal Pain Calligraphy"," Huang Yongyu smiled and moved a few steps to the side: "Look at this calligraphy by the calligrapher's son again."
Jiang Shan followed suit: ""Yatou Wan Tie"."
Huang Yongyu: "Recognize what is written on this post!"
Jiang Shan looked at the two short columns that were almost an achievement: "Yatouwan, so it's not good, I will gather it tomorrow, and I will meet you."
Huang Yongyu: "I've already eaten the duck head balls you gave me."
Wang Shixiang: "The medicine is not effective, brother!"
Qi Gong: "We will talk again after we meet."
Xu Muchun laughed at this: "These two precious cultural relics turn out to be two message notes from the Wang family!"
Jiang Shan smiled and approached Xu Ju: "Wang Xianzhi's health has never been very good, so many of his works are about discussing prescriptions with friends, such as "Shenqi Wan Tie" and "Anhe Tie"."
"These ancient invitations in our museum are actually notes between friends," Ma Chengyuan pointed to another work in the display case:
"This 14-word "Bitter Bamboo Shoots Tie" written by Huaisu, the grass sage of the Tang Dynasty, is notifying his friend Lu Yu, the tea sage: The bitter bamboo shoots make tea tastes pretty good, so hurry up and send more."
As soon as Ma Chengyuan finished speaking, there was laughter behind him.
A few people quickly looked back and found that they didn't know when the fighting would start, but a lot of visitors had gathered behind them.
In the eyes of the onlookers, these seemingly casual chats were really interesting.
At the same time, Xu Bangda and Zhu Jiajin, who finally remembered their old friends, also came over: "So you are all here!"
After the crowd gradually dispersed, two museum employees walked in quickly.
"Director Ma, the warehouse for Li Mengxuan's donations has been opened, but the appraisers in the museum are busy with other cleaning tasks."
"knew,"
Ma Chengyuan looked at them and nodded, and then explained to the guests from Yanjing: "Our museum is currently busy removing cultural relics and identifying donated cultural relics."
Xu Bangda: "The donation is very large?"
"It's all piled up into a mountain."
"In that case..." Xu Bangda stretched out his hand and rolled up his sleeves: "Anyway, I am idle."
When Ma Chengyuan heard this, he was shocked and thanked him repeatedly: "How come? You are all experts in the past!"
Seeing that the other party had already said "you" and "them", Qi Gong silently took out a pair of navy blue sleeves from his pocket: "We are all brothers, so if you can help, please help."
Ma Chengyuan was extremely grateful: "That's great. I have long wanted to learn from the experts from Gubo."
Seeing this, Zhu Jiajin turned to look at Huang Yongyu: "Then I will not participate in tonight's performance."
"It sounds like you are going to go on stage to sing in an opera," Huang Yongyu was not prepared to do the porcelain work at all: "Then I won't accompany you!"
After saying that, he turned to look at Wang Shixiang: "What did you say?"
"My skills are limited, so I don't dare to make trouble here," Wang Shixiang decided to advance and retreat together with Huang Yongyu: "But we can give them a ride."
Amid Zhu Jiajin's persuasion to surrender, the group walked into the temporary warehouse of the Pujiang Museum.
All the way here, Xu Muchun was chatting with Jiang Shan about the precautions for match advertising.
Suddenly, the sight in front of him shocked him.
Looking at the large room full of boxes and baskets, Xu Muchun couldn't help but mutter in his heart:
Are these cultural relics? This is how they were stacked together before the exhibition hall.
Not to mention him, Jiang Shan was looking at the wooden boxes that had their seals opened one after another with surprise.
This will be the dozens, hundreds, or even thousands of people in the future...W?
I don’t know what these powerful people who have gone overseas have donated.
If he had known it, he would have just persuaded Uncle Yongyu to stay.
When he turned to look at Huang Yongyu, he found that he and Wang Shixiang were looking at the same focus.
After following their gazes, Jiang Shan was also stunned.
On an old huanghuali chair, a lot of things were placed without mercy.
After catching Jiang Shan's strange gaze, Wang Shixiang whispered to him: "I know you young people in the new era look down on these old objects."
Huang Yongyu, who had walked with Wang Shixiang on the streets, approached Jiangshan calmly: "Do you know what the top spot often mentioned in Water Margin looks like?"
How can one not know the country!
Not only does he know what the top spot looks like, he also knows what price it will sell for in the future!
But at this moment, he still gave Huang Yongyu a questioning look.
Seeing this, Huang Yongyu nodded silently: "Yes, I will have this look."
"But although this chair has artistic value," Wang Shixiang said in a low voice:
"But the museum is not rare at all. I have a friend named Chen Mengjia. He once wrote a letter to Shangbo and wanted to donate all the Ming Dynasty furniture at home, but Shangbo wrote back and told him: Thank you, but the museum does not accept the furniture.
"
Hearing this, Jiang Shan pursed his lips and gritted his teeth.
No matter what, I can't smile even a little bit!
The person who replied to Chen Mengjia was Ma Chengyuan.
In his previous life, Jiang Shan had seen with his own eyes Director Ma beating his chest in a Ming Dynasty furniture exhibition hall.
At this moment, Xu Muchun also came closer: "What? Are you interested in this broken chair?"
"My uncle just said," Jiang Shan did not dare to deceive the leader: "The wood of this chair is good."
“It’s good,”
Xu Muchun knows a bit about mahogany: "In a warehouse of Tongyi Match Factory, there are many pieces of furniture like this piled up. Unfortunately, they are all too old and covered with a lot of dust, but if you look through them carefully..."
Before Xu Muchun finished speaking, he suddenly felt several sets of eyes turning towards him.
"..." Xu Muchun asked: "How about... I take you to visit the match factory?"
Jiang Shan nodded vigorously. It just so happened that his house was still vacant!