Chapter 169: Manuscripts and porcelain and bamboo forests abandon classics and worship Laozi and Zhuangzi, contemptuous of etiquette and law but advocate unreliance. In life, it does not adhere to etiquette and law, pursues tranquility and inaction. This painting on the pen holder has completely outlined this artistic conception, which cannot be completed by a master.

More importantly, Qin Xuebing also saw the underground style, Fang Gulin. This was a Ming Dynasty sculptor, who had very high achievements and could be called a magical use. It was also called the Ming Dynasty craft.

The precious materials used by famous artists are enough to prove the preciousness of this pen holder. Qin Xuebing estimated that if it was sold, it would be fine if it was sold for hundreds of thousands. However, after bargaining, Qin Xuebing bought it for only 300 yuan, and undoubtedly picked up another big leak.

Qin Xuebing did not stop. He must prepare the gifts for the first time when he went to Ye Zijing's house to make a good impression on the Ye family, and things will be much easier in the future.

"Old woman, take your stuff back quickly. Don't think that everyone is a fool. Even who is the author of "Book of Jin" is known."

Suddenly, angrily cursed, Qin Xuebing turned around and saw that the boss of the study half-supported and half-sent-handedly drove an old lady out: "Even Fang Xuanling and Huang Tingjian's things are not clear. You fake ones are getting less and less qualified."

"Boss, this booklet is passed down from our family, and I did not make a falsification." Qin Lei in his eyes, but he did not forget to defend himself.

"Original inheritance? That means your family has been faked for generations." The boss of the study sneered. This was obviously a volume of manuscripts of "Book of Jin", but Huang Tingjian signed it, which was simply a garbage product among the fakes.

"You..." The old man was not good at quarreling and was so angry that he couldn't speak.

"This boss, this is too much." Qin Xuebing walked forward. Ninety-nine percent of Panjiayuan were selling fakes, including the boss of the study. It was nothing, but it would be too much to scold all the ancestors of generations.

Moreover, the book volume in the old man's hand had already caused Qin Xuebing's energy to sense, and it must be an old object that had been in the past.

"What do you know, young man? Why are you polite to these counterfeiters?"

The boss of the study snorted coldly and did not look at Qin Xuebing at all: "If everyone is like this, then I don't have to open this study anymore. I can just collect fake goods and do charity."

"Dare you dare to say that there is no fake in the study?"

Qin Xuebing sneered, ignored the man, and said to the old man: "Grandma, can you show me what you have in your hand?"

"Young man, look at it."

The old man handed the thing directly to Qin Xuebing: "I'm not lying. This manuscript is really passed down from our family and has been passed down for many generations."

Calligraphy and painting have always been Qin Xuebing's shortcomings, and they cannot be compensated in just a few days. Therefore, if you buy things, you cannot determine whether they are the original works of Huang Tingjian. However, one thing is certain, it is indeed a product of the Song Dynasty: "Grandma, are you going to take action on this volume of manuscripts? How much does it cost to take action?"

"Our old man was sick and hospitalized and had to undergo surgery. The children raised money, but it was still not enough. They were all ready to sell the house, so I took out this thing and sold it." The old lady sighed. If it weren't for the end of her life, who would have wanted to sell the items passed down from home?

"I can listen to this kind of story a hundred times every day in Panjiayuan." The boss of the study snorted coldly, almost scolding the scammers who are not new. There are only a few stories that have been compiled.

"Old grandma, how much is there?" Qin Xuebing ignored the boss of the study. Although he didn't know calligraphy and painting, it was undoubtedly an old object, and it didn't matter if the price was higher.

"The operation, plus postoperative recovery, will require 300,000 yuan." The old man said.

"I want it 300,000, I want it. Can I transfer the money directly? Or do I need a check?" Qin Xuebing asked.

"Just install it directly, I have to open a mobile banking." The old man took out his mobile phone, and the style was quite trendy.

Qin Xuebing transferred the money without saying a word. The boss of the study said from the side: "The current liars are so poor at the moment. Huang Tingjian and Fang Xuanling are several hundred years apart. Can they get together?"

"Don't you know what Huang Tingjian's official position is for?" Qin Xuebing replied casually and left directly with the manuscript.

Huang Tingjian, whose courtesy name is Lu Zhi, called himself Shangu Daoren, and his later name is Fu Weng, also known as Mr. Huang from Yuzhang. He was a poet, poet and calligrapher in the Northern Song Dynasty. He Du Fu, Chen Shidao and Chen Yuyi have always been known as "one ancestor and three sects".

In terms of poetry, he was called "Su Huang" together with Su Shi; in terms of calligraphy, he was called "Four Great Masters of the Song Dynasty" together with Su Shi, Mi Fu and Cai Xiang; in terms of lyrics, although he was called "Qin Huang" together with Qin Guan, Huang's lyrics were far inferior to Qin's lyrics.

He was a Jinshi in the fourth year of Emperor Yingzong's Zhiping. He was a professor of the Imperial College, an essayist, a writer, a secretary, a secretary, a friend of Fuzhou, and a resettlement in Qianzhou.

"Secretary Secretary, proofreader?"

The study owner was stunned for a moment, then suddenly slapped his thigh and screamed: "Mom, it's really Huang Tingjian's work, it's a big leak."

Huang Tingjian used to be a proofreader and often wrote ancient books. Therefore, although "Book of Jin" was a work by Fang Xuanling, Huang Tingjian did proofreading in the Song Dynasty, so he left behind a manuscript.

"What about the boy?" The boss of the study looked around, wishing to find Qin Xuebing immediately and buy the manuscript. You should know that Huang Tingjian's calligraphy "The Inscription on the Pulse" volume was 390 million yuan, plus a 12% commission, and the total transaction price reached 436.8 million yuan. The volume was 8.24 meters long, with 82 lines and 407 words. Based on the transaction price of 436.8 million yuan, Huang Tingjian's word was worth one million yuan.

Of course, the price of the manuscript is definitely not comparable to the volume of "The Ming of the Pigeon", but it is not something that can be bought for a small amount of money. Unfortunately, when he thought of this, Qin Xuebing had already gone far away.

"Brother liar, what good things have you gained?"

The sun sets in the west, and Ouyang Xiaomei has no extra gains, but a crystal snuff bottle and a jade pendant of the Ming Dynasty are already a huge gain.

"Little sister, you'd better prepare to treat you." Qin Xuebing had no other gains, but today's gains were already amazing.

"I don't believe that your gains are greater than mine. Take out the things and I'll take them out and take a look."

Ouyang Xiaomei snorted and stretched out her hand. Qin Xuebing didn't mind, so he handed over the pen holder and the manuscript: "Look at it slowly, and then make plans to be poor."

"The Little Leaf Rose Sandalwood Pen Holder, a work by Fang Gulin of the Ming Dynasty, is worth hundreds of thousands of yuan, but it is far worse than my crystal snuff bottle."

Ouyang Xiaomei comes from a collector family, and she has been smart since she was a child. She is no longer under Ouyang Zhanjun. She can clearly judge the price of antiques: "This volume of manuscripts is written in "Book of Jin", but it is definitely not Fang Xuanling's manuscript. She is written in running script. She has a strong foundation and has a bit of Huang Tingjian's running script style."

Huang Tingjian's calligraphy was originally based on Zhou Yue of the Song Dynasty. Later, he was influenced by Yan Zhenqing, Huaisu, Yang Ningshi and others, and inspired by Jiao Shan's "Burning Crane Inscription" to form his own style of running and cursive script.

Huang Tingjian's running script is concise and powerful, with a unique structure. Almost every word has some exaggerated long paintings, and he tries his best to send it out, forming a new way of forming characters with tightening and four sides diverging, which has a great impact on future generations.

The structure is obviously influenced by Huaisu, but the tortuous and stumble writing is completely different from Huaisu's rhythm. In his past, round and smooth were the tone of cursive script. Huang Tingjian's cursive script single-character structure is strange and dangerous, and his composition is rich in creative surnames. He often uses shifting methods to break the boundaries between single characters, so that the lines form new combinations and the rhythm changes strongly. Therefore, he has special charm and has become an outstanding representative of the Northern Song Dynasty calligraphy world and a pioneer of the style of calligraphy with Su Shi.

"The money from Huang Tingjian is not really Huang Tingjian's, right?" Ouyang Xiaomei suddenly exclaimed. If it was really Huang Tingjian's manuscript, it would be too scary.

"It shouldn't be that Huang Tingjian's writing style is unique, but looking at this manuscript again, the gestures in many places are not so well-organized, lacking a sense of artistic conception and not reaching Huang Tingjian's height." Ouyang Xiaomei accurately pointed out the shortcomings.

"Little sister, don't forget that this is a manuscript of the book. In short, it is copying other people's things, not calligraphy works." Ouyang Zhanjun gave a reminder. Just imagine who would strive for perfection in boring things like copying books, which is a calligraphy creation.

"That's really Huang Tingjian's manuscript?" Ouyang Xiaomei suddenly didn't know how to refute it. Yes, this is copying books, not creating calligraphy.

"It should be true."

Ouyang Zhanjun nodded, and Qin Xuebing quickly added: "My sister, are you enough money on you? This meal is not cheap tonight."

"The third brother is right, you are lucky." Ouyang Xiaomei snorted and never invited guests to dinner.

"Xiao Qin, you don't know how to write and paint anyway, so why don't you just pass this manuscript to me?" Ouyang Zhanjun was a little jealous. This was Huang Tingjian's work, and it was a whole book, and it was hard to find money.

"Third brother, this one really doesn't work."

Qin Xuebing smiled bitterly and said the matter: "Brother's happiness for the rest of his life will be on this manuscript. You can't take the manuscript away and let your brother jump into the fire pit, right?"

"You are very smart. Most of the people in the master's family like calligraphy and painting. They also send manuscripts and pen holders. The old Ye family must have nothing to say."

Ouyang Zhanjun didn't force himself, but he was a little regretful: "Or don't go to the Ye family, there are many beauties in our Ouyang family, I will help you with the red line."

"Okay, I'll call Zijing to discuss it." Qin Xuebing joked.

"Come on, that girl can fight my life with me."

Ouyang Zhanjun gave him annoyed look and said, "Let's go, go to your house to see the collection, and then go to dinner, and my little sister treat you."

"Go to Sifang Pavilion first, and there are two sets of porcelain on there." Qin Xuebing was still thinking that although those two sets of things were not old items, most of them were precious. Even the most inconspicuous spoons could be sold at a high price of 100,000 yuan.

When he walked into Sifang Pavilion, he saw two big boxes. Ouyang Zhanjun quickly opened one of them and took out one of them. His eyes suddenly became bigger: "Xiao Qin, here are two sets, right? No matter what, you have to transfer one to me, and the third brother owes you a favor."

(To be continued)
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