Chapter 165: Are the ancient paintings of the Sui Dynasty just given to me? (3K)
Fang Yan didn't expect it. He thought he would have to wait for a while, but now someone came directly to announce that Tang Shengming had been reinstated.
This time also means that Tang Shengming is about to get up from the trough of life.
Then shine again in old age.
As a person at the time, it took Tang Shengming a long time to confirm that this incident was true, and his eyes were a little red with excitement.
But then he seemed to lose interest again. Fang Yan knew that his wife, with whom he could share his joy in the past, was no longer alive.
With the latest documents in hand, Tang Shengming did not go anywhere else. He folded the documents in half a few times, put them in his pocket, and then picked up the Chinese medicine prescribed for him by Fang Yan.
After drinking it all, he went to the back hall again.
I chatted with my old friend Lao Duan for a while as if nothing happened.
Then when the time came, he went to the room in the backyard and took a medicinal bath for half an hour before walking out.
"Doctor Fang, don't tell me, this medicinal bath is really comfortable."
"After I finished soaking, I felt refreshed all over my body." Tang Shengming said to Fang Yan.
Fang Yan smiled and said to Tang Shengming:
"As long as it works, you don't have a big physical problem. If you stick to it for a while, the root cause of the disease should be gone."
After hearing this, Tang Shengming waved his hand and said:
"Oh, I'm afraid I won't have a chance. This time the official is reinstated. It won't be long before I am asked to go on a business trip to Haojiang, Xiangjiang."
Fang Yan nodded thoughtfully but did not answer. It was not easy for him to comment on such things.
But Le Miao, who was on the side, asked:
"You are so old, and you are still allowed to travel so far on business?"
Tang Shengming looked at the store manager Le Miao and said with a smile:
"Hey, I'm not considered older here. There are a lot of people older than me, and I'm the only one who can do the work assigned by the boss. I can't do it if I don't go."
"What about your body?" Le Miao asked again.
Tang Shengming waved his hand and said nonchalantly:
"It's okay. Doctor Fang just said that I am in good health, and I will be able to see my children soon. They will naturally take me there for medical treatment."
After that, he said enthusiastically to everyone in the store:
"By the way, if you have any rare stuff and you want me to bring it back from Xiangjiang, we are all neighbors, just mention it."
Mr. Duan who was with him said angrily:
"We have never seen it. How do we know what is there in Xiangjiang? You should take care of yourself."
Mr. Tang smiled and then bowed his hands to everyone else in the store.
After saying goodbye, he and Mr. Duan left together.
Fang Yan actually wanted Mr. Tang to bring back some foreign Chinese medicine books and periodicals from Xiangjiang.
After thinking about it, I decided to forget it this year.
This move may lead to trouble this year, but we should wait until the wind direction changes next year.
Moreover, Lao Tang had just resumed his job and was busy with many things. It was indeed a bit unreasonable to let an old man do the shopping on his behalf.
Meeting a living legend was enough for today.
In the following time, several more patients came one after another.
It is worth mentioning that just before 11 noon, three family members of cadres came over.
This time they are all a family, three brothers and a sister.
A young man in his twenties wearing military uniform and two teenage girls.
It seems that they are all brothers from the big courtyard.
It was said that the Astragalus Chongteng Drink cured their father's paralysis before he had a stroke.
After hearing this, Fang Yan was a little surprised.
Of course he was not surprised that Astragalus Chongteng Drink could cure paralysis.
After all, I used this to treat hemiplegia in the first place.
He was surprised to see their ages. Their father shouldn't be too old.
Fang Yan didn't understand how he almost had a stroke.
After a final inquiry, I found out that my father was also in his sixties.
It's just that I got married late.
Only then did Fang Yan suddenly realize that he thought he had started to rejuvenate due to the stroke.
This time, in order to thank him, he brought an antique landscape painting from his family, a box of special Moutai, and an oversized banner.
Fang Yan doesn't understand landscape painting, and he doesn't drink. He planned to just accept the banner, but others insisted on forcing it on him.
I had no choice but to accept it in dialect.
Then there was another banner behind Dialect.
After the people left, store manager Le Miao came over curiously and asked Fang Yan:
"It's quite elegant this time. Is this the first person to give you antique calligraphy and paintings?"
Fang Yan took out the painting and said while untying the rope:
"No, I don't even know who painted this."
Seeing Fang Yan's actions, Le Miao was startled and quickly stopped:
"No, no, no, let me do it...you're too careful."
After hearing this, Fang Yan was handed over to her directly.
After Le Miao got it, he took the painting to the empty consulting table on the other side, and then opened it carefully.
A group of people gathered around, and Le Miao reminded everyone to stand far away and not to blow their breath on the painting.
She acted as if she were handling a rare treasure.
Fang Yan was a bit dumbfounded. It is impossible for people to give too many precious things as gifts. Le Miao's behavior was purely a habit developed by having too many antiques at home.
As soon as I opened the ancient story, I immediately felt a sense of age.
The yellow picture depicts a picture of driving through a maple forest in autumn. The mountains covered with red leaves in the distance, the wild geese flying in the sky, the car driving in the maple forest nearby, and the few thin dogs following the car are all vividly painted.
Everyone around was shocked by the details of this ancient painting.
Although I don’t understand ancient paintings, the style of painting is indeed too vivid.
Everyone held their breath and got closer to observe the details of the painting.
“It’s beautiful!”
"This painting is a bit old..."
"The painter's name is...Zhanzi...how do you pronounce this word?"
"Qian (qian) Zhan Ziqian!"
"Who is Zhan Ziqian? Ledian, you are well-informed, do you know?"
All eyes turned to Le Miao.
Le Miao said:
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"I know, this person is quite powerful!"
"Ah, do you have an explanation?" Everyone was surprised, but they didn't expect Le Miao to really know.
Even Fang Yan took a few steps closer, wanting to hear what Le Miao had to say.
Le Miao cleared her throat and motioned for everyone to stay away from the painting.
Then she said softly:
"Zhan Ziqian was a master of painting in the Sui Dynasty. During the period of Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty, he was a court official and the governor of the tent."
"He is good at painting Buddhism and Taoism, figures, pommel horses, chariots, palaces, pavilions, and historical stories. He is especially good at painting landscapes. He is called the ancestor of Tang painting by later generations!"
"So powerful?" someone asked in surprise.
Le Miao took a look and said:
"Isn't that awesome? His "Spring Outing" is on display in our Forbidden City!"
"National treasure level ancient painting!"
Fang Yan was shocked when he heard it. He had never heard of Zhan Ziqian, but the ancient painting in the Forbidden City was by the same artist as his own, so this painting was scary.
At this time, someone had already reacted and pointed at the painting of Fangyan:
"Then this painting is extremely valuable?"
As a result, Le Miao shook her head and said:
"That's not true. The reason why "Spring Outing" is extremely valuable is because of its high academic and historical value."
"Except for Zhan Ziqian's own calligraphy and seal, as well as the seals of some unknown people, there is nothing comparable to "Spring Outing"
Fang Yan also became interested at this time and asked:
"Ledian, how about you tell me more specifically?"
Le Miao looked at Fang Yan, smiled, and then said:
"It's very simple. Just for one thing, "Spring Outing" is incredible."
She paused for a moment, then slowly spoke:
"That is...Song Huizong inscribed on it!"
"Ouch!" There was a roar in the whole place. After hearing this, everyone present suddenly realized that it turned out to be the blessing of the emperor's pen.
Le Miao is indeed a well-educated person. She was very satisfied with everyone's reaction, and then continued:
"And not only Huizong of the Song Dynasty, this painting is also recorded in history. After Huizong of the Song Dynasty, it was acquired by the traitor Jia Sidao of the Southern Song Dynasty. After the demise of the Song Dynasty, Yuan Chengzong's sister of the Yuan Dynasty, the eldest princess of the Lu State, acquired it again. Then let famous literati such as Feng Zizhen, Zhao Yan and Zhang Gui of the Yuan Dynasty write poems on it. ”
"Then the Yuan Dynasty fell. In the Ming Dynasty, it was in the hands of the powerful minister Yan Song. During the Wanli Period, it was collected by Han Shineng, a collector in Suzhou. In the Qing Dynasty, it fell into the palace again."
"Oh, so bizarre?" Everyone exclaimed in amazement.
Le Miao smiled and said:
"This is not over yet."
"Finally, it followed Puyi to Changchun. In 1946, Mr. Zhang Boju sold his real estate and bought it back with two hundred taels of gold, and finally it was recollected in the Palace Museum."
Fang Yan nodded and said:
"Then "Spring Outing" is indeed worthy of the title of national treasure."
Compared with the experience of "Spring Outing", this painting is as pure as a white lotus. Except for Zhan Ziqian, there is no other famous person who can be named.
Fang Yan thought for a while, that was fine.
That's all it shows the value of this painting.
No wonder people can give it away without feeling distressed at all.
If we don’t talk about the antiques, what we end up playing with is history and knowledge.
People who understand will understand after seeing it, but people who don’t understand are just blind.
If Fang Yan was to do it, he really didn't know the twists and turns involved.
When he went to buy antique furniture in the afternoon, he could only rely on his eyesight to judge the age of the furniture, and then rely on physiognomy to see whether the seller was honest or not.
There is no way, I have never learned any knowledge about antiques, and I don’t understand it at all.
We can only use roundabout strategies to judge.
……
Then it was almost lunch time, and everyone started getting ready to call it a day and have lunch.
Dialect was also put away by the painting.
He planned to hang the painting in the main hall of his home, but there seemed to be something missing on the wall.
At this moment, Le Miao came over and suddenly said in a low voice:
"You have to put this painting away, don't hang it up."
Fang Yan was startled and asked:
"Huh? Didn't you say that this painting has no value?"
Le Miao said in a low voice that only dialects could hear:
"That's for other people to hear."
"Although this painting does not have so many traces of historical figures and does not have so many stories, what if it is in the same series as "Spring Outing"?"
"Zhan Ziqian painted spring, wouldn't he paint summer, autumn and winter?"
Dialect was shocked when he heard this, and when he thought of the strong autumn mood in this painting, he suddenly understood.
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