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Chapter 199 Li Duanduan
"Such transactions gradually turned into market forms, twice a month."

"For the sake of you being our colleague, I will take you to open your eyes today."

"If you want to buy good things, money alone is not enough. Go and get some food stamps and meat stamps. I'll be here in two hours. Let's go there together."

Li Lang was overjoyed, and immediately went to buy food and meat tickets.

……

Around eleven o'clock in the evening.

Poor Hou took Li Lang to the outskirts of the city and entered a courtyard.

As soon as he entered the courtyard, under the dim light, there were seven or eight people each occupying a piece of land, with at least three or two and as many as seven or eight things placed in front of them.

There are also a few people who buy things squatting in front of the stalls, or looking at things or bargaining.

In the small yard, there are many people, but it is not noisy at all, and everyone's voice is not loud.

"Everything is different." Poor Hou said this, then went to a small stall and squatted down, and began to search for things.

Looking at the dim light, Li Lang was lucky to bring a small flashlight.

He was not in a hurry, first walked around the yard slowly, and saw a good thing that moved his heart: the three-color horse of the Tang Dynasty.

The strange thing is that no one bought this thing?

He knew something.

Li Lang walked to the Tang Sancai horse stall, squatted down, pointed to the Sancai horse, and said, "Can I get started?"

The stall owner, who was dressed in rags like Broken Hou, glanced at Li Lang expressionlessly, and said, "For ten yuan, plus five catties of meat coupons, and ten catties of food stamps. If you can accept it, get started. If you can't buy it, you can buy it." please the Lord."

Li Lang nodded, carefully picked up the tricolor horse, turned on the flashlight, and looked carefully.

In less than ten seconds, he put the tricolor horse back in its place and walked away without a word.

That thing was either a fake from the period of the Republic of China or the late Qing Dynasty.

At the next booth, Li Lang bought a Duan Inkstone from the Kangxi Year of the Qing Dynasty for three yuan and fifty cents and five catties of food stamps, and planned to give it to Mr. Guan.

Duan inkstone is well-known for its solid, lubricated, delicate, and delicate stone. Using Duan inkstone to grind ink does not stagnate, ink is released quickly, and the ink produced is fine and smooth.

For a good duan inkstone, no matter it is hot summer or severe winter, if you press the inkstone heart with your hands, the inkstone heart will be blue and dark green, and the water will not dry for a long time. The ancients have the saying "breathing the breath to grind ink".

This duan inkstone is signed Suqin in the center of the inkstone, Ziyi is written on the side, and the right side of the front of the inkstone is signed in the autumn of Kangxi Yichou year.

Such a high-quality Duan inkstone should be worth hundreds of thousands in the 21st century.Bought it for a few dollars, it was a big mistake.

Li Lang believed that Mr. Guan would definitely like this Duan inkstone when he saw it.

When he continued to look down, he noticed that at another booth, there were four people watching around there, and Poor Hou was among them.

Out of curiosity, he walked over and heard a person whisper:
"This Tang Bohu's "Li Duanduan Picture", let alone us experts, even those who know a little about calligraphy and painting, can tell it is a fake at a glance. Old Li, how dare you sell it?"

"Ahem...Old Liang, although this painting of Tang Bohu's "Li Duanduan" is not an authentic work by Tang Bohu, the level of imitation is still acceptable, and it is worth collecting and playing with."

The stall owner named Lao Li coughed twice and explained.

In fact, he also knew that this so-called "Li Duanduan Picture" by Tang Bohu was a bit fake.

Regardless of the artistry, it can be seen from the shaft of the scroll and the paper that it is not dated, at most it is the early Qing Dynasty, and it may be an imitation of the Republic of China period.

"Lao Li, you can keep it to yourself." Another person who watched made fun of it.

Poor Hou also shook his head with a smile.

Just as he was about to walk away, he saw Li Lang squatting down, studying the fake "Li Duanduan Picture" seriously.Out of curiosity, he stopped to see what Li Lang wanted to do.

"Young man, are you interested? Take five yuan."

"Five cents."

"Three dollars."

"piece."

"Two pieces."

"A piece of five."

"make a deal."

Li Lang gave the money, carefully put away the scroll, and held it in his hand.

The people next to him shook their heads.

One dollar and five is not money, is it?You can buy two catties of pork, but you can exchange two catties of pork for a fake one, this young man is too prodigal.

Poor Hou didn't think so, he knew that Li Lang had a high attainment in calligraphy and painting appraisal.Li Lang might have his intentions in doing this, but he couldn't see it.

This immediately aroused his curiosity.Poor Hou really wanted to ask Li Lang why he bought this fake, but now that there are so many people talking about it, he had no choice but to bear it.

Li Lang went shopping for a while, and spent another two yuan and seventy cents, plus two catties of food stamps, and bought a small object, a white jade finger ring.

Tonight's harvest is not bad.

Keeping an eye on Li Lang's rags, seeing that Li Lang's eyes no longer moved around the booth, he knew that he had already bought everything he wanted, so he walked over to him.

He was just about to speak, when someone next to him pulled him and said, "Poor Hou, last time you bought me a drink, I'll buy you two tonight? And this little brother, let's come together."

This person is the old buddy of Poor Hou, Lao Zhang.

He is one of the initiators of this small market and lives in this courtyard.

Broken Hou looked at Li Lang, Li Lang smiled and said, "That's kind, thank you."

At twelve o'clock, the small market in the yard dispersed, most of the vendors and shoppers had left, and a few old acquaintances gathered in Lao Zhang's room to drink and chat.

"Young man, I just can't figure it out. You clearly know that the "Li Duanduan Tu" sold by Lao Li is a fake, why do you still want to buy it?"

Ask this old man, just saw Li Lang's whole process of buying a painting, and felt that Li Lang exchanged two catties of pork for a clumsy fake, which was a waste of money.He asked in confusion.

Poor Hou and a few others also wanted to know why Li Lang bought the painting, so they all stared at Li Lang to see how he would answer.

Li Lang smiled and said, "I think this painting may not be simple."

"It's not easy? Even if I were asked to imitate "Li Duanduan Tu", the imitation would be ten times better than this. Young man, you may have misjudged this time. But it's okay, it's only one yuan and five, and the point to pay attention to in the future is gone."

Broken Hou hurriedly introduced to Li Lang: "Li Lang, this is Mr. Feng Renzhong, who was a famous painter and collector in Yanjing City decades ago. In 62, one of Mr. Feng's paintings was collected by the Forbidden City. Museum collection."

It turned out to be an old man in the industry.

Li Lang hurriedly said, "Thank you, Mr. Feng, for your guidance."

Feng Renzhong looked into Li Lang's eyes, and said, "Young man, you said thank you, but seeing your expression, I don't think so, as if you don't agree with what I said?"

Li Lang smiled: "The junior dare not."

Feng Renzhong said seriously: "Don't. A master is a teacher. If you can tell that you are ugly, Feng will also want to see it."

Seeing that Feng Renzhong and the young people brought by Potty Hou were competing with each other, all the people present, including Potty Hou, all assumed the posture of watching a show.

"In this case, then I will show my ugliness in front of all the seniors."

Li Lang stood up, took the "Li Duanduan Picture" placed next to him in his hand, and slowly unfolded it.

"Seniors, please take a look. This painting is a poor imitation, and anyone with a discerning eye can see it. But I wonder, if this is the case, why is Zhang Zang's mounting technique used in the mounting? Moreover, it is still in Zhang Zang. The exquisite craftsmanship, antique decoration pool."

As soon as Feng Renzhong heard the words "Antique Dressing Pond", a shocked expression appeared on his face.

As a painter who has been famous for decades, Feng Renzhong is of course very clear that mounting and calligraphy and painting have always complemented each other.

Mr. Fu Baoshi, a famous modern painter, once published an article "The Difficulty of Framed Paintings" in the official media newspaper on January 1957, 1.

The article said: As a work of art, in addition to the artistic level of the picture determines the level of the painter, the mounting is also a very important part.

It shows the importance of painting and calligraphy mounting in the whole art of painting and calligraphy.

Feng Renzhong knew that most of the craftsmen who can make antique decoration pools are old craftsmen with superb skills, whether it is now or before, there are only a handful of them.

In the 60s, the Palace Museum invited a group of craftsmen to frame and mount precious calligraphy and paintings.Among them, only two people know the unique skill of "resembling an antique pool".

If it's just a broken painting imitating "Li Duanduan Picture", who would use the difficult and extremely expensive craft of antique decoration to mount it?
Feng Renzhong looked at Li Lang expectantly: "Little brother, can you show me the painting?"

Li Lang looked at the tattered Hou, and asked with his eyes: Is this old comrade trustworthy?
The scumbag nodded.

"Mr. Feng, why don't we clear the table and spread out the paintings to look at slowly?"

Knowing that there might be another mystery hidden in this painting, the people present didn't bother to drink, so they immediately emptied the table, wiped it several times, and spread a clean cloth on the table.

This "Li Duanduan Picture" is slowly unfolding on the table.

Feng Renzhong carefully observed the framed Di Zhao on the painting.

As he watched, his hands gradually trembled.

"This is really an antique pool."

He has painted a lot in most of his life, and there is only one painting that he is most satisfied with, which is mounted in an antique mounting pool, so he recognizes this exquisite art of mounting.

Broken Hou was secretly surprised: Unexpectedly, Li Lang, a kid, even knows about antique costumes, and he can see it with a few glances.I can't accept it.

The other people present were also secretly shocked. They laughed at the young man's prodigal before. This is probably a treasure.

"Young man, I suspect that there is another mystery in this painting, can I take a closer look?"

"Please." This time, Feng Renzhong held a magnifying glass in his hand and began to study the painting with a solemn expression.

After looking at it for a while, he picked up the painting again, looked at the light carefully, and seemed to want to see if there would be any changes on the painting.

After a while, Feng Renzhong shook his head in disappointment.

"Go and add fresh water... Boy, I will try to wet a small piece at the corner of the painting later, it will definitely not affect the painting. If you agree, I will try to help you unravel the mystery .how?"

"Okay." Li Lang trusted Poor Hou, and Poor Hou believed in Feng Renzhong. Under this logical chain of trust, Li Lang chose to trust Feng Renzhong.

Feng Renzhong carefully removed the sky pole, ground pole and shaft head of the painting scroll, leaving only a picture scroll.

He took out a box from his body, took out a brush smaller than a fingernail, dipped it in the water, and then lightly brushed against the lower right corner of the scroll.

After brushing a few times, the bottom right corner of the scroll, a small piece of land about four to five square centimeters, was soaked.

Feng Renzhong stretched out two fingers, and rubbed the corner slightly. The drawing paper that was originally one piece was immediately divided into two pieces.

"Young man, I have now confirmed that your painting is a hidden painting. This painting is made of cooked rice paper, which is relatively brittle. I am not a professional framer, and the painting will be damaged when the layer is removed."

"I can only help you so far. If you want to uncover the disguise of the painting, you have to find a professional framer."

"I don't know what's hidden under the counterfeit, but just from the antique mounting and mounting, I know that you must have picked up a big leak this time."

"I have been painting and collecting paintings all my life. I never thought that there are treasures in front of my eyes. I can't see them. Alas, the waves of the Changqing push the waves of the past, and it is impossible not to recognize the old."

"Young man, Liu is convinced by your eyes. I apologize to you for what I said to you just now."

Li Lang immediately said: "Don't, don't, don't. Mr. Feng, you are too serious, the younger generation can't stand it."

Feng Renzhong looked at Li Lang with admiration: "You can bear it. Before you came, several of us had seen this painting, but none of us could see the truth."

"But as soon as you came up, you only looked at it for a while, and then through the mounting, you knew that this painting was not simple."

"The blame can only be blamed on us people. We are not skilled in art, and we can't see the pool of antique clothes. Young man, I have to say admiration to you, admiration."

"Don't. Feng, I just got lucky. What's more, no one can say for sure what is hidden under this painting. It might be something worthless."

Li Lang said a few words modestly, and put away the painting.

Poor Hou said: "Li Lang, this kid, is really deep in the field of antiques. Do you know what I am most afraid of? What I am most afraid of is that when I meet this kid when collecting antiques, I will definitely not get a good one." .”

Among this group of people, Poor Hou is definitely a master of antiques. Even if he said that, the others were even more shocked and admired Li Lang.

Li Lang joked: "Look at what you said, didn't I give you a bronze unicorn from the early Ming Dynasty today?"

Poor Hou: "Hey, you said you are fat and you are still out of breath."

"Hahahaha..." The others laughed.

"Little brother, to tell you the truth, when you paid one yuan and five dollars to buy this painting just now, I laughed at you for being stupid. Now I know that I am the fool." The owner of the house, Zhang Zhang, said.

"Brother Li, after you find someone to uncover the painting, next time you come over, you must tell us what is hidden in the painting. I'm really curious."

"I guess what is hidden in the painting is the authentic work of Tang Bohu's "Li Duanduan Tu"."

"Isn't the original one in the nj museum?"

"But I heard that the one in the nj museum is also a counterfeit imitated by later generations, but it is imitated to the extent that the real one is fake, and there is no comparison with the real one, so it is impossible to distinguish the real one from the fake one."

"Old Feng, what do you think?"

(End of this chapter)