"Ye Tian, didn't I tell you that I will give people less to look at me in the future, this...... After all, it's not the right way......"
After hearing his son's words, Ye Dongping sighed, this kid seems to be fascinated recently, and he talks about people's faces at every turn, and he has almost seen all the old neighbors in Lizhuang.
It's just that the county is not as good as the countryside, and the education level of people is relatively higher than that of the countryside.
And in modern mainstream society, fortune-telling is always not in the hall of elegance, if Ye Tian is addicted to this, it will be very detrimental to his future development.
So before coming to the county seat, Ye Dongping made a three-chapter agreement with his son, and in the future, he was not allowed to reveal his understanding of feng shui physiognomy in front of others, nor was he allowed to use this to make money.
Ye Tian always forgot about his father's preaching words after listening to them, and immediately put on a very heavy look and said: "Dad, I know, after I go to school, I will never mention fortune-telling to people again......"
"You kid, don't take your father's words as a deaf ear, be honest when you go to school, and then ask the teacher to call the parents to see how I clean up you......"
Ye Dongping laughed as he spoke, he knew better than anyone what kind of temperament his son was, anyway, big disasters and small troubles continued, Ye Dongping was also a naughty bag when he was a child, and he didn't care much about this.
Seeing that his son still wanted to pat his chest to give promises, Ye Dongping waved his hand and said, "Okay, in the future...... This is our home, let's pack up all these things, by the way, metal items can be put in the yard, but waste paper and books must be put in the house, so they will be caught in the rain ......"
Ye Dongping didn't know how to classify these items, there was everything in the house, from enamel jars to plastic basins, and the kettle that leaked the bottom, all over the room, and there were actually a few spittoons piled up at the door.
After the father and son wrapped the quilt and put it on the bed, they began to get busy, and the messy items were classified one by one and put in the outhouse and yard respectively.
After working for four or five hours, it was considered that the two rooms inside and outside were cleaned, and the father and son began to scrub the beds in the back room again, which was the place to sleep in the future.
"Huh? Dad, come and see, what is this?"
When Ye Tian was scrubbing the big bed with a basin of water, he suddenly found that there were many dilapidated books piled up under the bed, and there was a scroll inside, which caught his attention.
The length of this scroll is about 60 centimeters, there is a wooden bearing in the middle, and the shaft rods at both ends are very rounded, as if they are often played with and stroked, which is somewhat similar to the pulp that the old Taoist said.
Hearing his son's shout, Ye Dongping came over, took the scroll from Ye Tian's hand and looked at it, and said a little uncertainly: "This ...... It should be a calligraphy or painting, right?"
Although he followed the old Taoist to make up for his knowledge of antique calligraphy and painting for a few days, it was obvious that the father and son were still far from the same heat.
If you put it in the eyes of an expert, you can recognize it at a glance, this is definitely a painting, not a word, the reason is very simple, the banner of ordinary words is not such a large size.
Ye Tian snatched the scroll from his father's hand and said, "Isn't it okay to open it and take a look?"
"Hey, be careful, maybe it's an antique......"
Seeing his son's clumsy appearance, Ye Dongping took the scroll back, and after thinking for a while, he walked to the bed and put the scroll on the bed.
I don't know if it was due to poor storage, but on the side of the scroll, there were some traces of insect moth, Ye Dongping pulled open the silk thread tying the scroll and carefully spread it flat on the bed.
Half of the scroll was opened, Ye Dongping was stunned, what was presented in front of him was a painting, the color was a little dark, and the tentacles touched the painting, but it was not paper, but had a silk feeling.
"This ...... It's a silk painting, it should be an ancient painting......"
Ye Dongping told the knowledge he had learned from the old Taoist, which could be regarded as learning and selling, and then he opened the ancient painting, and it was a little softer.
Lao Dao once said that because paper calligraphy and painting are difficult to preserve, ancient painters liked to paint their works on silk, silk, and other silk fabrics when painting, which is also called silk books.
The preservation of calligraphy and painting is the most difficult in antiques, it must be anti-corrosive and insect-proof, coupled with natural and man-made disasters, the calligraphy and paintings handed down in ancient times are almost one out of ten, so as long as it is silk calligraphy and painting, it is very precious.
After opening the entire scroll, the picture jumped in front of you, this is a landscape figure painting, the background of the painting is a strange rocky mountain, at the foot of the mountain is a green pine, the stream flows by the pine tree, two literati wearing square scarves, are sitting under the tree playing chess.
The whole painting is vigorous and vigorous, with layers and charm in the rough and simplified, and in the majestic and atmospheric mountain paintings, there is elegance and simplicity and warmth and beauty.
"It's a game map, Ye Tian, look at what words are written on it?"
In the upper right corner of the painting, there are several seals and a few lines of small characters, but they are all written in seal script.
"Dad, this word is written: Jiajing Jiayin Spring February is written from the west window, the seal on it is called Wen Zhengming, the following inscription is: Wang Shizhen, the owner of the garden, is engraved with the word "Yuanmei"......"
After some identification, he quickly wrote it in simplified Chinese characters and handed it to Ye Dongping.
"Wen Zhengming's painting? This is a good thing, I don't know where the seal came from, I don't know how to cherish it at all......" After glancing at the notebook, Ye Dongping's eyes lit up.
Wen Zhengming studied calligraphy from Li Yingzhen, studied painting from Shen Zhou, and in poetry and prose, he was known as the "Four Talents of Wuzhong" along with Zhu Yunming, Tang Yin, and Xu Zhenqing, and in the history of painting, he was collectively known as the "Four Families of Wumen" with Shen Zhou, Tang Yin, and Qiu Ying.
He still clearly remembers the grief-stricken look on the old professor's face after seeing the painting turned to ashes.
Recalling the absurd things when he was a teenager, Ye Dongping couldn't help but be a little shocked, explained the origin of Wen Zhengming to Ye Tian, and carefully re-rolled the painting.
"Hey, Feng Xiang, you came just in time, how did you get this painting?"
Just after packing up the scroll, the bell of a bicycle rang outside the yard, Ye Dongping hurriedly greeted him, this kid really didn't say a big deal, dare to love the scrap purchase station, can he really receive antiques?
(End of this chapter)