Treasure Hunting Divine Eyes

  Chapter 84 Who's crazy grass?

  The man in poor mental state in front of him did not lie. He did have a calligraphy and painting from the Qing Dynasty in his hand, but he didn't know that there was another calligraphy and painting from the Ming Dynasty.

   Judging from the dazzling blue ocean halo just now, the calligraphy and painting are not simple, and must be the works of celebrities that everyone is familiar with.

   "Young Master Li, do you want to see it?"

   "Curiosity, I want to see the authentic handwriting left by the number one scholar."

  Seeing something interesting, the man immediately smiled and said: "You two brothers, we can find a quieter place, how about I take out all the calligraphy and paintings for you to have a look at?"

   "Okay, let's find a place to look."

  Li Mo was not afraid of his tricks, so Niu Sanpang followed him out of Liuli Street, and the three of them found an alley and walked in. Seeing that he was far away from the street, the man stopped and said, "It's quiet here, why don't you just show it to the two of you?"

   "There is an alley wind here. If the scroll is accidentally blown over by the wind when opening it, it may damage the calligraphy and painting. It is a bit dangerous."

  Li Mo felt the wind speed, which was quite strong. Naturally, he didn't want to stay in this place to look at the paintings, let alone the calligraphy and paintings of the Qing Dynasty, mainly the magnificent masterpieces of the Ming Dynasty, there must be no mistakes, otherwise there will be regrets in this life.

   "The three of us stand in the way, nothing will happen." The man didn't care, he took out a picture from the bag first, handed it to Li Mo and said, "Let's take a look first."

   Li Mo frowned slightly, and took out two pairs of gloves from his bag, one for himself and one for Niu Sanpang. He took the man's painting after putting on the gloves.

   "My little brother is a professional in this field at first glance, and he is too particular about his work."

  Li Mo didn't bother to respond to his praise, let Niu Sanpang take a little shelter from the alley wind, and slowly opened the scroll in his hand.

   is a painting, the picture shows an old farmer leading a cow, passing a tall weeping willow tree. The old farmer still held a stick of dry tobacco in his hand, bowed his body, and wore a broken straw hat on his head.

  The long-range and close-range outlines are blended together, and the whole picture looks fairly coordinated, not the kind of random graffiti.

   His gaze fell on the seal, which was carved in seal. Li Mo carefully identified the words: Liu Zizhuang. He began to recall in his mind whether he had encountered any information about this person when he read some documents from the Qing Dynasty.

  Unfortunately, I can’t recall it, I have no impression at all.

   "Brother, this seal is written on Liu Zizhuang. I specially paid for someone to interpret it. He is a genuine number one scholar in the Qing Dynasty."

  Niu Sanpang took out his mobile phone and said, "Let me search to see if there is any record of this person."

   Soon there was a sound of surprise from him.

   "There is really such a person, Li Shao, take a look."

  Li Mo took the phone and looked at the content on it. Liu Zizhuang was the king of the world in the sixth year of Shunzhi, and he was appreciated by the Emperor Shunzhi. It's just that this man lived to be the number one scholar at the age of forty, and after only three years as an official, he returned home due to illness and died later.

   That is to say, this champion Langcai died of illness not long after, and he retired from the stage of history after walking around the court. His works during his lifetime naturally have no influence after his death.

  If it wasn't for the convenience of the mobile phone to check the information database, he wouldn't even know who Liu Zizhuang is.

   "How about it, brother, I didn't lie to you. This is definitely the authentic handwriting of Zhuangyuan Lang. If you count the time, it is at least three hundred years old." The man said very hard.

   "How about Li Shao's painting?"

   "It's a work from the early Qing Dynasty, and it should be the authentic work of the number one scholar during the Shunzhi period." Li Mo nodded, acknowledging this, but then he sighed softly.

   "Young Master Li, since this painting is authentic, why are you sighing and shaking your head?"

"I finally understand why those antique shops bid lower than the other. In the ancient painting market, some paintings are auctioned for one or two hundred million, tens of millions, or millions, but some ancient paintings are not paid much attention to. Such a large gap is mainly due to the author's own reasons."

"The greater the fame, the more popular the works, the higher the market price. This Liu Zizhuang, who knows? Who has heard of it? I guess very few people know that this person once appeared on the stage in history, but the curtain ended too early. This Paintings don’t have much collection value and won’t be recognized in the market, so the price will naturally not be high.”

  The man is in a hurry now, what he has experienced has been covered by Li Mo, because this Liu Zizhuang is too unknown, and the bosses of several antique shops he went to have never heard of this person in history. Although they also found some records about him from the literature, the works left by such a person in the antique market will not receive any attention.

  Even if you pay tens of thousands of yuan, it is very likely that you will fall into your hands and lose money.

"Li Shao, according to what you said, this painting is not in vain." Niu Sanpang suddenly lost interest. He thought that with the blessing of the title of champion, this painting might also be used for hype, but Li Mo said so. In other words, it doesn't make sense to buy it back.

"It's not so absolute. Some people like the painting itself and don't pay attention to its value. Then this painting can still be bought back and kept." Li Mo rolled up the painting and said to the man, "Boss, this painting You have sold it a few times but no one has accepted it, I am a little interested, it depends on how you bid. If the price exceeds your expectations, then you can only take it back and keep it for yourself.”

  The man was very entangled and depressed. He thought that the two of them were too young to do anything. Looking at it now, although the other party is young, his eyesight is not low.

   "Brother is a sensible person, I don't want more, just fifty thousand."

  Li Mo smiled and said: "Boss, think again. I will also look at other calligraphy and paintings. If you like them all, we will make a price together."

   "It's fine, brother, take a look."

  The man took out the remaining four paintings and calligraphy and handed them to Li Mo, not afraid that he would run away with the paintings.

  Li Mo opened the second picture, which was also a picture of a baby playing. The painting was rough and there was no sense of beauty at all. The third piece is a copybook, written in block letters, but unfortunately the writing is not strong enough. The fourth picture was another painting. Seeing this painting, Li Mo wanted to complain to his face, that such a crude painting could be kept at home.

   "Boss, are these paintings really left by your elders?"

   "Really, I was too tight, so I took it out and wanted to make a move."

   "Except for the first one, these three are very common and worthless. I don't know what the fifth one is about, so I'll take another look."

  The fifth piece is extremely precious, and the real value is invaluable. The wind blowing through the alley became stronger and stronger, and the painting in his hand just opened a little, and the pages of the painting began to flutter.

  Li Mo hurriedly brought it in front of him to reduce the force of the wind. He opened it carefully, not daring to open it all.

  A dozen or so words came into view.

   "What kind of font is this? I can't even recognize a single word. Damn it." Niu Sanpang stretched his head to look at it, and then swears, "Who drew ghost symbols?"

  Li Mo glared at him again.

"I was just talking nonsense because I was too depressed. This is a cursive script. I still know a little bit." Niu Sanpang scratched his head in embarrassment. Just a moment ago, Li Mo's eyes were extremely sharp, piercing him like a knife In his heart, he couldn't help feeling chills.

   Crazy grass!

  Stunning wild grass!

   Whose crazy grass is this?

  Li Mo's hands were trembling slightly, and the dozen or so cursive script fonts turned into dragons and snakes coiled on the paper as if they were given life.

  (end of this chapter)