treasure hunt god pupil

Chapter 84 Who's Crazy Grass?

The mental state of the man in front of him was not lying. He did have a calligraphy and painting from the Qing Dynasty in his hand, but he didn't know that there was another calligraphy and painting from the Ming Dynasty.

Judging from the dazzling blue ocean halo just now, the calligraphy and painting are not simple, and must be the works of celebrities that everyone is familiar with.

"Young Master Li, do you want to see it?"

"Curiosity, I want to see the authentic handwriting left by the number one scholar."

Seeing something interesting, the man immediately smiled and said: "You two brothers, we can find a quieter place, and I'll take out all the calligraphy and paintings for you to have a look at one by one?"

"Okay, let's find a place to see."

Li Mo wasn't afraid of his tricks, and Niu Sanpang followed him out of Liuli Street, and the three of them found an alley and walked in.Seeing that he was far away from the street, the man stopped and said, "It's quiet here, why don't you just show it to the two of you?"

"There is a wind in the alley here. If the scroll is accidentally blown over by the wind when opening it, it may damage the calligraphy and painting. It is a bit dangerous."

Li Mo felt the wind speed, it was quite strong.Naturally, he didn't want to stay in this place to look at the paintings, let alone the calligraphy and paintings of the Qing Dynasty, mainly the magnificent masterpieces of the Ming Dynasty, there must be no mistakes, otherwise there will be regrets in this life.

"The three of us stand in the way, nothing will happen." The man didn't care, he took out a picture from the cloth bag first, handed it to Li Mo and said, "Let's take a look first."

Li Mo frowned slightly, and took out two pairs of gloves from his bag, one for himself and one for Niu Sanpang. He took the man's painting after putting on the gloves.

"My little brother is a professional in this field at first glance, and he is too particular about his work."

Li Mo didn't bother to respond to his praise, so Niu Sanpang let Niu Sanpang stand out from the wind, and slowly opened the scroll in his hand.

It is a painting, the picture shows an old farmer leading a cow, passing a tall weeping willow tree.The old farmer still held a stick of dry tobacco in his hand, bowed his body, and wore a broken straw hat on his head.

The outlines of the distant view and the close view are blended with each other, and the whole picture looks fairly coordinated, not the kind of random graffiti.

His eyes fell on the seal, which was carved in seal. Li Mo carefully identified the words: Liu Zizhuang.He began to recall in his mind whether he had encountered any information about this person when he read some documents from the Qing Dynasty.

It's a pity that I can't recall it, and I don't have any impression at all.

"Brother, this seal is written on Liu Zizhuang. I specially paid for someone to interpret it. He is a genuine number one scholar in the Qing Dynasty."

Niu Sanpang took out his mobile phone and said, "Let me search to see if there is any record of this person."

Soon there was a sound of surprise from him.

"There really is such a person, Young Master Li, take a look."

Li Mo took the phone and looked at the content on it. Liu Zizhuang was the king of the world in the sixth year of Shunzhi, and he was appreciated by the Emperor Shunzhi.It's just that this person lived to be 40 years old before he was awarded the number one scholar, and after only three years as an official, he returned home due to illness and died later.

That is to say, this number one scholar died of illness not long after he died of illness, and he retired from the stage of history after walking around the court.His works during his lifetime naturally have no influence after his death.

If it wasn't for the convenience of his mobile phone to check the information database, he wouldn't even know who Liu Zizhuang was.

"How about it, brother, I didn't lie to you. This is definitely the authentic handwriting of Zhuangyuan Lang. If you count the time, it is at least 300 years old." The man said very hard.

"How about Li Shao's painting?"

"It's a work from the early Qing Dynasty. It should be the authentic work of the number one scholar during the Shunzhi period." Li Mo nodded, admitting this, but then he sighed softly.

"Li Shao, since this painting is authentic, why are you sighing and shaking your head?"

"I finally understand why those antique shops bid lower than the other. In the ancient painting market, some paintings are auctioned for one to two hundred million, tens of millions, and millions, but some ancient paintings are not paid much attention to. Such a large gap is mainly due to the author's own reasons."

"The greater the fame, the more popular the works, the higher the market price. This Liu Zizhuang, who knows? Who has heard of it? I guess very few people know that this person once appeared on the stage in history, but the curtain ended too early. This Paintings don’t have much collection value and won’t be recognized in the market, so the price will naturally not be high.”

The man was in a hurry now, and Li Mo's story was right about what he had experienced, because this Liu Zizhuang was too unknown, and the bosses of several antique shops he went to had never heard of this person in history.Although they also found some records about him from the literature, the works left by such a person in the antique market will not receive any attention.

Even if you pay tens of thousands of yuan, it is very likely that you will fall into your hands and lose money.

"Li Shao, according to what you said, this painting is not in vain." Niu Sanpang suddenly lost interest. He thought that with the blessing of the title of champion, this painting might also be used for hype, but Li Mo said so. In other words, it doesn't make sense to buy it back.

"It's not so absolute. Some people like the painting itself and don't pay attention to its value. Then this painting can still be bought back and kept." Li Mo rolled up the painting and said to the man, "Boss, this painting You have sold it a few times but no one has accepted it, I am a little interested, it depends on how you bid. If the price exceeds your expectations, then you can only take it back and keep it for yourself.”

The man was very conflicted and depressed. He thought that the two of them were too young to do anything.Looking at it now, although the other party is young, his eyesight is not low.

"Brother is a sensible person, I don't want too much, just fifty thousand."

Li Mo smiled and said: "Boss, think again. I will also look at other calligraphy and paintings. If I like them all, I will make a price together."

"Alright, little brother, take a look."

The man took out the remaining four paintings and calligraphy and handed them to Li Mo, not afraid that he would run away with the paintings.

Li Mo opened the second picture, which was also a picture of a baby playing. The painting was rough and there was no beauty to speak of.The third piece is a copybook, written in block letters, but unfortunately the writing is not strong enough.The fourth picture was another painting. Seeing this painting, Li Mo wanted to complain to his face, that such a crude painting could be kept at home.

"Boss, are these paintings really left by your elders?"

"Really, I'm too tight, so I took it out and wanted to make a move."

"Except for the first picture, these three pictures are very common and worthless. I don't know what the fifth picture is about, so I'll take another look."

The fifth piece is extremely precious, truly priceless.The wind blowing through the alley became stronger and stronger, and the painting in his hand just opened a little, and the pages of the painting began to flutter.

Li Mo quickly brought it in front of him to reduce the force of the wind.He opened it carefully, not daring to open it all.

A dozen words came into view.

"What kind of font is this? I can't even recognize a single word. Damn it." Niu Sanpang stretched his head to look at it, and then swears, "Couldn't someone draw the ghostly symbols?"

Li Mo glared at him again.

"I was just talking nonsense because I was too depressed. This is a cursive script. I still know a little bit." Niu Sanpang scratched his head in embarrassment. Just a moment ago, Li Mo's eyes were extremely sharp, piercing him like a knife In his heart, he couldn't help feeling chills.

Wild grass!

Stunning wild grass!
Whose crazy grass is this?

Li Mo's hands trembled slightly, and the dozen or so cursive scripts turned into dragons and snakes coiled on the paper as if they had been given life.

(End of this chapter)