Chapter 927 Just lie down
Zhang Yiyan and Chu Heng are old partners. Even in the dark, he can't tell who the figure is, but he can tell just by listening to the voice.
With that kind of gentle, soft, and slightly magnetic voice, there is no one else in the city except that girl!
"Come in quickly."
Zhang glanced at him and put away his rifle speechlessly, and ran back to the house shivering. The night wind was so cold that his bird almost froze to death!
"It's a lot of work every day!"
Chu Heng grinned and opened the mouse trap, flexed his toes, and when he saw that nothing was wrong, he hurriedly opened the courtyard door and moved the boxes from the car. Come in.
After a while, Ya squeezed into the bedroom with a big box in one hand.
Zhang Yi, who was sitting on the bed, was wrapped in a military coat, with two skinny hairy legs exposed from his lower body. Seeing him holding something in his hand, he felt very strange.
Every time I go out and sell this stuff, I always move it out box by box. Today, it’s the first time I go back to him to get it, and I don’t know which one to sing.
So he asked curiously: "What is it?"
Chu Heng carefully put the box down and said: "I got two boxes of calligraphy and paintings, but they are all damp and moldy. See if you can repair them."
Zhang Yiyi frowned when he heard this, touched the glasses on the bedside, stood up and walked over: "I'll take a look before talking."
When he got closer, he knelt down and opened the box. When he saw the scrolls covered with mold, he couldn't help but grin: "It's quite serious!"
said Then, he pinched his nose and took out a scroll, stood up and went to the round table in the room, placed the scroll on it, and unfolded it carefully bit by bit.
He moves very slowly. Whenever he encounters an adhesion, he fiddles with it a few times and can easily separate the adhesion without damaging the scroll at all!
Although his movements are easy, you can't practice this skill alone for ten or eight years!
Soon.
The scroll is unfolded, and it is a painting with a silk background and a figure on it. It is an old man. Judging from his clothes and accessories, he should be an official of the Tang Dynasty.
“Hiss!”
Zhang Yiyan is worthy of being said to be able to determine the outcome with just one glance. After just a few glances, he saw the clue. He suddenly took a breath of cold air, his face became serious, and his hand movements were even more cautious.
When Chu Heng saw this, he knew that this painting was not simple, and hurriedly went over to observe it carefully.
Not long after.
This guy suddenly widened his eyes, slapped his thigh, and exclaimed: "Yan Liben?"
Yan Liben, the prime minister and painter in the Tang Dynasty, and the son of Yan Bi, the young eunuch of the Sui Dynasty. He is good at craftsmanship, rich in ingenuity, can use seal script and official calligraphy, and is good at painting and architecture. He plays an important role in the history of painting. His representative works include "Pictures of Eighteen Scholars in the Qin Mansion" and "Portraits of Emperors of the Past Dynasties".
He also has a "Painting of a Chariot", which is said to be worth 800 million!
Don’t you pay for it?
Chu Heng's face flushed again. His picture of figures was naturally not as good as the picture of a walking chariot, but if it was an authentic work, it would cost tens of millions or hundreds of millions, right?
And this is just one of the paintings in his box.
Rub!
Why am I fooling around!
Quit!
Tomorrow I will hold my wife and beat the children at home and just lie down!
"Yes, it is indeed a painting by Yan Liben."
At this time, Zhang raised his head and looked over with surprise: "Where did you get this painting?"< br>
"I got it from a local master." Chu Henghou rubbed his hands anxiously and asked, "How is it? Can it be repaired?"
"It can be repaired, but it will take a lot of effort. Leave it to me for now, and I’ll let you know when it’s repaired.” In order to avoid damaging the painting, Zhang said. Without putting away the painting, he turned around to find a piece of white cloth and put it on the figure painting. He suddenly raised his head, squinted and asked Chu Heng: "Tufuzi? This painting should be from the Deng family, right?" "
"You know?" Chu Heng said in surprise.
“There is no old man in the circle who doesn’t know about their family.” Zhang curled his lips and sneered: “Their family has been doing this business many generations ago. Back then, Sun Dianying dug the imperial tomb. The Deng family had participated in it when they were young, and later they acted as helpers for the little devils and collected a lot of rare antiques for them. It can be said that they had done all kinds of bad things! ”
"However, their family did not end well. After liberation, they were all liquidated. Only the fourth son of the Deng family has not been found. I didn't expect that you would meet him."
"Oh, you are really a rich man in the capital. Xiaosheng, you even know this." Chu Heng handed over his thumb in admiration, but was defeated by his learned memory once again.
“This is not a secret matter, the older generation knows a lot about it.”
Zhang glanced at him and smiled reservedly, with a bit of pride in his eyes, and turned to get it He brought the kettle, poured two glasses of boiling water, and sat down at the round table to chat with him.
“I haven’t seen you for a while. What have you been busy with recently?”
"Hey, you want to trick me, right?"
"Oh, you're not stupid!"
"It's okay, I'm not afraid that you know, I recently went to Dacheng County and met you there Deng Laosi."
"Dacheng? What did he do there?"
"This is a child without a mother. It's a long story..."
...
The old man and the young man, who had not seen each other for a long time, just sat in the cool room and chatted. The two talked a lot. At first, they talked about their current situation. Chu Heng said it to Zhang at a glance. After learning about Xia's experience in Dacheng, Zhang Yiyan chatted with him about the recent secret happenings in some small circles in Sijiu City.
If so-and-so ran away, so-and-so sold his property in tears for five cents.
These things are not something that Du San and his gang can inquire about, and they are only spread within a small area.
After a long time.
At almost four o'clock, Chu Heng suddenly remembered the bronze sword he had obtained, and asked: "Hey, by the way, Master Zhang, I also got a Warring States bronze sword from Dacheng. The inscription is Qi Wuhou "Zi Xing Jian, do you know who this Qi Wuhou is?"
"I don't know where to go." Zhang put down the water with a funny look. Cup, said: "I know the Duke of Qi Wu very well, but I don't know how many of them there are in the history of Qi Wu. You can just guess where I can go with a sword?"
"Tsk, that's right." Chu Heng smacked his lips in disappointment, raised his hand and looked at the time. Seeing that it was already past four o'clock, he stood up and left, leaving the two boxes of calligraphy and paintings behind, and drove away from Zhang's courtyard.
It was still dark outside at this time, but a small number of people got up, went to the toilet, emptied spittoons, and made fires to cook.
These people are basically those whose homes are in the city, their workplaces are in the suburbs, and they don’t have bicycles. It takes an hour or two just to walk to work, but they don’t have to get up early to eat.
Therefore, don’t always say that people’s happiness index is high at this time.
You are so tall!
Lack of food and clothing, or nothing, and you have to walk for two hours to get to work, which is no easier than those social animals of later generations!
Of course, there is a good side, such as housing loans, car loans, fruit bags, etc., they don’t have them...
What’s more, some units really allocate objects!
(End of this chapter)