Chapter 220 Visiting the History Museum
After the award ceremony, there was an interview activity with reporters. The reporters holding microphones or pens on the side had already been staring at the "stars" of this era.
As the warm applause ended, the conference was declared over, and they immediately rushed forward to find the writers they wanted to interview.
Sitting in a wheelchair, Shi Tiiesheng became the target of reporters.
Who would have thought that a disabled person in a wheelchair could win such an honor?
Who would have thought that such thought-provoking words would be said in this place?
Fang Minghua had been prepared for this. When he saw a reporter walking towards him, he immediately jumped into the crowd and hid in the crowd.
The reporter couldn't find Fang Minghua, so he had to grab Jia Pingwa with a pen and start interviewing her.
As soon as Fang Minghua walked out of the door, he saw a man in his thirties looking at him with a pen and paper, as if waiting here.
"Comrade Minghua, I knew you would slip away." There was a little humor in the man's tone.
Fang Minghua remembered that when he came to participate in the short and medium-length awards the year before last, this reporter also interviewed him.
It seems to be a reporter from Guangming Daily named Li Wei.
Then he laughed.
“I remember, you were the one who interviewed me at the award ceremony in 1982.”
“So, don’t refuse this time.” Li Wei picked up the paper and pen. Pretend to be an interviewer.
"Why did you write a science fiction novel about a rural teacher?" The first question hits home.
“Comrade reporter, are you interested in the profession of rural teachers, or in science fiction novels?” Fang Minghua asked rhetorically.
"Interested in both."
"Science fiction is not a scourge, it is just one of many literary genres, "logical self-consistency", "scientific elements", "humanistic thinking" "Is the most significant feature of science fiction. The fact that "Country Teacher" won the award itself proves the fact that we can tell a good story in the form of science fiction!"
"Okay, I admit you. The story "Village Teacher" is very shocking. Why did you suddenly want to write such a story?"
"Last year, I accompanied Comrade Shi Tiesheng to Qinbei, where he wrote "The Story of Queue Jumping"." Fang Minghua said and turned to look at Shi Tiesheng, who was talking to a group of reporters.
“After seeing the current situation of Guanjiabao Primary School and chatting with the primary school teachers, their ordinary stories should be written and let people know. Teaching knowledge can change the destiny of mankind. I think there is nothing greater than this. Right?"
"You seem to have recently written a novel about rural teachers called "No One Left Behind" published in Yanhe magazine?"
"Yes, I did. I want to make people pay attention to and care about rural teachers through science fiction and realistic stories.”
“Is this your original intention in writing?”
"Yes."
After the meeting, Shi Tiesheng's acceptance speech and Fang Minghua's reporter's interview were disclosed in the newspaper.
This year, in 1985, the ninth meeting of the Sixth National Senior Officials Conference made a resolution to designate September 10th every year as my country’s Teachers’ Day to thank teachers who teach and solve doubts.
After the award ceremony, many award-winning writers chose to stay in Yanjing for a few days before leaving, and take a look around the great capital.
Of course, some people left in a hurry. Zou Zhian was one of them, saying that he had to rush back because there were a lot of things at work.
Fang Minghua and Jia Pingwa stayed.
"Minghua, what are you going to do?" Jia Pingwa asked.
"Send Tie Sheng home first, and then go to Song Tangtang's grandfather's house to visit the old man." Fang Minghua said truthfully.
“What about you?”
“I want to go to the cultural relics market.”
"Cultural relics market? Panjiayuan?" Fang Minghua asked.
"Panjiayuan? I have been there, but that place is not good. It is just a second-hand market, selling some bicycles, old furniture, and sewing machines. There are not many cultural relics." Jia Pingwa replied.
“I’m going to the National Museum of History. I heard that there will be some famous calligraphy and paintings sold there. Even if you can’t afford it, you can still take a look.”
“Really?” Fang Minghua immediately came upon hearing this. interested.
"What, you want to take a look?" "Okay, then I'll send Tie Sheng home before we go." Fang Minghua said.
“Okay, we’ll send you all the way.”
The two of them packed their luggage, carried their travel bags, and pushed Shi Tiesheng out of the hotel. They took a taxi directly to Shi Tiesheng’s home in Yonghe Lama Temple and took them there. After he settled in, the two of them headed straight to the National Museum of History.
The National History Museum is located on the east side of Tiananmen Square, not far from Yonghegong Street. The two arrived by car and entered the gate.
These days, the History Museum and the Revolution Museum have just been separated by merger. When Fang Minghua entered, he saw many calligraphy and paintings by ancient celebrities.
Fang Minghua didn't understand it very well, but Jia Pingwa seemed to be very knowledgeable.
“This painting is called Lotus and Two Herons. It was painted by Zou Yigui, a famous painter of the Qing Dynasty. Did you see that there is a seven-character poem in the upper left corner of the painting, which was inscribed by Emperor Qianlong! What a treasure.”
"There is also this piece, a Ming rubbing of the "Kongzhou Stele". The full name of the "Kongzhou Stele" is the "Kongzhou Stele, the Commander-in-Chief of the Han and Taishan Mountains". The owner of the stele is Kong Zhou, the 19th grandson of Confucius. In the primary school textbook, Kong Rong As for the allusion to Rang Li, Kong Zhou is Kong Rong’s father.”
“Look at this font, the brushwork is very rigorous, the inverse and horizontal strokes are meticulous, and they are the best in official script. ”
Jia Pingwa looked at it and praised it.
Fang Minghua is an amateur when it comes to calligraphy and painting, but looking at this calligraphy, he can also feel the majesty and grandeur inside.
I wonder how much this Ming rubbing is worth?
Even if you want to buy it, I guess they won’t sell it, right?
The museum exhibition hall is very large, but there are very few tourists who come to appreciate it. Also, now that people work hard for food and clothing, how can they have time and time to see these things?
After shopping around for a long time, Fang Minghua felt dizzy, and finally came to an exhibition hall with a row of counters, which seemed to sell calligraphy and paintings. There was a salesperson sitting listlessly.
"Let's go and take a look." Jia Pingwa said.
The two walked over and saw some antiques and more than a dozen calligraphy and paintings placed on the glass counter. Fang Minghua took a closer look and found that they were all painted by modern celebrities, such as Zhang Daqian, Qi Baishi, and Xu Beihong
"Modern ones are worthless." Jia Pingwa looked at them and said.
It's worthless.
Fang Minghua has purchased dozens of paintings by Qi Baishi and others in the past two years, and the average price is about sixty or seventy yuan.
"Comrade, how much does this painting cost?"
Fang Minghua pointed at one of Qi Baishi's works, which had several shrimps painted on it. He counted them carefully, six in total.
Beside it is a line of calligraphy written vertically: "A man with three hundred stone seals, Bai Shi painted this painting, he was eighty and seven years old."
"50 yuan."
50 yuan is not expensive
Fang Minghua suddenly became interested.
“Is this a real thing?”
The waiter at the counter immediately glared at him: “Comrade, this is the National History Museum, can fake paintings be sold?!”
< br>This is true.
“This one. And this one?”
"Xu Beihong's 60, Zhang Daqian's 58." The salesperson replied, looking at Fang Minghua as if he sincerely wanted to buy it.
I thought for a while and added: "Comrade, if you want more, we can give you the best deal."
What? !
Large quantity?
Favorable? !
"Comrade, how many calligraphy and paintings do you have for sale?" Fang Minghua asked hurriedly.
“I heard from our curator that there are probably eight or nine thousand calligraphy and paintings like this, right?”
Eight or nine thousand? !
Fang Minghua’s eyes suddenly widened and he couldn’t close his mouth from ear to ear.
(End of this chapter)