Easy Tycoon

Chapter 77

This is a vertical ink painting, carefully mounted in a frame by the owner.

The picture in the picture is a plum blossom, the plum blossom in the painting is light and soft, with thousands of flowers and stamens, and the elegant posture and charm of the plum blossom are vividly reflected.

As soon as the old man saw this painting, he let out a little surprise, as if he saw something extraordinary.

When Yang Jing saw that grandpa took out the reading glasses from his pocket, Yang Jing also paid more attention to this painting.

The shop owner saw Yang Jing and the others standing in front of the painting, and followed him, and said with a smile: "This old man has good eyesight, and he has taken a fancy to the treasure of our shop at a glance."

Yang Jing and the old uncle ignored the shopkeeper's words. Those who hang out in the antique market can make the dead alive with their words, and they can make the bad things white.If you believe them, you will definitely be able to leave nothing behind.

The best way to deal with this kind of person is to put one ear in the left ear and out the other ear more. Whatever he says, you just listen to it as a joke.

Yang Jing and the old uncle were more concerned about the changes of the old man.

After the craniotomy, my grandfather was usually in a daze, but now he took the initiative to be interested in a painting, and even took out his reading glasses. This change made both Yang Jing and the old uncle smile.

Needless to say, the love for antiques lurking in the old man's bones has now begun to dominate the old man's body.

The old man turned his head and lowered his head, his eyes peeked out from the top edge of the reading glasses, looked at the owner and asked, "Boss, can you take down this painting for the old man to see?"

There is nothing wrong with what my grandfather said. It doesn't look like someone who has undergone craniotomy and damaged brain tissue.

The owner was a little embarrassed when he heard this, and hesitated.

The old uncle was upset, "What? Isn't your painting hanging here for sale? How can we know if this painting is real or not if we don't look at it? Boss, are you worried that we can't afford this painting?"

Yang Jing showed his left wrist to the boss calmly, and after the boss's eyes were attracted by the watch on the left wrist, he said lightly: "I brought this watch back from France, it's an authentic Patek Philippe watch, but I'm afraid you don't know the real value of this watch either."

The boss smiled sheepishly, and said: "My painting is really the treasure of the store, but since you want to see it, I'll take it off for you."

With that said, the shopkeeper stepped forward and took off the painting carefully. Yang Jing glanced at it and saw that there was no filler at the place where the frame was in contact with the wall. Something is wrong. Even if the ancient painting is mounted in a picture frame, it is best not to come into direct contact with the wall to prevent the wall from getting damp and damaging the ancient painting inside the picture frame."

When the boss heard this, he put down the painting and gave Yang Jing a big thumbs up, "Hey, you are a knowledgeable person. It doesn't matter. I just hung up this painting this morning. Usually this painting It's all in the safe."

Yang Jing nodded, didn't say anything, but put on his gloves and took over the painting that the boss put on the table.

Although this painting is mounted in a picture frame, its size is not too small. Yang Jing glanced at it and almost knew that the painting was about 100cm*50cm in size.

Putting the painting in front of Grandpa, Grandpa immediately pushed the reading glasses and put them on.

The plum blossom in this painting takes up most of the picture, but there are gaps in the upper and lower right corners.

There is a running script inscription on the upper right corner. Yang Jing carefully identified it, and he could vaguely see the content of the inscription.

"At noon, I'm dizzy and lazy to comb, and the plum blossoms are scattered and rainy. At dawn, I suddenly see the sun, and I feel like a sick man. My friends are light and happy, and they go out and walk on the mountain. The fragrant wind flows over the water. The trails around the bridge surround the forest, and the red-walled ancient temples are secluded. The mountain monks go with their bowls, and the plum blossom courtyard is quiet in autumn. First go to Spring City to look at Xiaolan. Four old works of visiting plums. Wuwu Xiaochun, written by Wang Shishen, a layman in Chaolin, in Songnan Library."

At the bottom left of the inscription, there are two square seals in Xiaozhuan script, the upper one is "Wang Shishen Seal", and the lower one is the word "Chaolin".

The inscription and seal shocked Yang Jing, and he blurted out, "Could it be that this is Wang Shishen's painting?"

Grandpa was still looking at the painting carefully, didn't speak, and the old uncle didn't say anything, but the shopkeeper next to him smiled.

"This little brother has good eyesight. He can tell at a glance that this is Wang Shishen's painting. That's right, this painting is Wang Shishen's "White Plum Picture"."

Yang Jing rolled his eyes involuntarily, and thought, "Wang Shishen's name is already on the inscription, can't I see it?"

The old uncle over there took out his mobile phone, and after poking it a few times, he whispered to Yang Jing.

Wang Shishen (1686-about 1762) was named Jinren, nicknamed Chaolin, also known as Xidong Waishi, a native of AH She County, and one of the Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou in the Qing Dynasty.He was impoverished all his life, addicted to tea, and loved plums. He lived in Yangzhou and sold paintings for a living.Blind in both eyes in his later years, he comforted himself that he would never see those busy ordinary people again.After groping and painting by hand, after unremitting efforts, the painting is more exquisite than when he was not blind.Good at painting plum and bamboo, crafting seal cutting and eight-point calligraphy.Engraving is as famous as Gao Xiang and Ding Jing.

Wang Shishen, one of the Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou, is a man full of poetry. He loves tea and loves plum blossoms.Drinking green tea and looking at the plum blossoms, "I'm refreshed, and I'm paying attention to my thoughts." Of course, in addition to putting my thoughts on poems, I also put them on paintings, and on the plum blossoms under his brush.The plum blossoms he painted are light and elegant, with a scent of fragrance and coolness, to express his nobility and aloofness.

Jin Nong, one of the Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou, once commented on the plum blossoms painted by Wang Shishen: "Thousands of flowers and ten thousand pistils, holding a cold fragrance, just like the Baqiao in the wind and snow."

Among the Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou, Wang Shishen is a painter with a very high style.He was poor all his life, entertaining himself with poetry and wine every time, and writing for himself.He has a gentle temperament and does not compete with the world. If a friend asks for a painting, he will give it generously.In his later years, he became blind in both eyes, and he was still able to write cursive script like a god. His friends called it "mind view", which means that the eyes cannot see, but the heart is like a mirror. If there is a god to help.

As soon as Yang Jing heard the joy, he gestured to the old uncle and said in a low voice: "Old uncle, other people play antiques by relying on memory to judge things, but you are better, take Du Niang with you!"

The old uncle put the mobile phone in his pocket and said, "What age is it? You don't need to memorize some hard common sense. What is the mobile phone used for? This is one of its uses."

Yang Jing shrugged his shoulders helplessly, the old uncle is so lazy, he can definitely score ten points!

PS: Bow down and thank "Ziyan Tianjiao" for the reward of 100.There is a funeral today and I need help in the past, so two chapters will be published in succession, please recommend tickets.

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