The back door of my house can last until the end of the Ming Dynasty

Chapter 12 Identification of Calligraphy and Painting
"Whether it's a loss or not, that's the thing. My goal has been achieved. As for the reason, you will know sooner or later!"

Sun Jie responded with a few casual words, put the three brocade boxes containing calligraphy and paintings in his arms, and walked out of the shop quickly.

There were many pedestrians on the street, Sun Jie's face was calm and his eyes were fixed, not much different from usual.

Chen Hu and the others followed closely behind, observing their surroundings vigilantly.

After passing through Nanmen Street, Sun Jie came to the street where his residence was located.

Behind them was a group of cavalry heading towards the south gate, and Sun Chuanting sat tall on his horses.

He casually scanned both sides of the street, his eyes resting on Sun Jie.

"It's a tall man. If he joins the army, he must be a good fighter!"

Good generals love talents, and Sun Jie was already tall, much taller than people of this era, so he would naturally be noticed by Sun Chuanting.

Sun Jie, who had been on his way, didn't know that he was actually seen by Sun Chuanting.

He came to his residence swiftly and went directly to the bedroom.

"You guys will clean up here for a few days, I will be away for a while, I have left enough food for you, you don't have to be afraid.

During the time I'm not here, you just stay here. If someone comes looking for you, just say I'm not here and ask them to come back every five or six days. "

Sun Jie stood at the door of the bedroom, looking at the people following behind him.

After speaking, he closed the bedroom door casually.

The three sets of calligraphy and paintings were lying on the ground.

Sun Jie took a deep breath and pushed the golden door.

The Golden Gate suddenly appeared and passed through.

The supermarket is still the same as before, the computer on the counter is still turned on, I looked at the time in the lower right corner, and found that it has been four or five days since I went to Ming Dynasty.

There are only four or five days left before those arrears are repaid.

Put those three brocade boxes on the counter, sit down comfortably,
Leaning back in the chair, he took a deep breath.

"In four or five days, I don't know if I can sell these three calligraphy and paintings. I hope someone knows the goods!"

Sun Jie stood up and walked into the bedroom with the three calligraphy and paintings.

It's past nine o'clock in the evening. If I go out at this time, I guess those antique calligraphy and painting shops have already closed, so it's better to wait until the next day at dawn.

Locking the three calligraphy and paintings in the bedside table, I fell asleep with bursts of joy.

Before the alarm he had set started to ring, Sun Jie had already woken up.

After a night, I had a good dream.

After tidying up a bit, he walked out with a pair of calligraphy and paintings.

There was his pickup truck in the parking space at the door, he took out the key, opened the door, and got in the car.

Amidst the roar of the accelerator, the pickup truck gradually moved away.

I have never been in contact with antique calligraphy and painting before, so I have no personal connections in this area.

I didn't know where to go to sell them, so I started wandering around the city, looking for some antique calligraphy and painting shops.

I still feel a little apprehensive in my heart. In today's society, there are no acquaintances and connections, so it is easy to be deceived.

Fortunately, it didn't take long for Sun Jie to find an antique shop.

The storefront is not big, and the front is only two meters wide. The huge signboard hangs on the lintel, which looks rather interesting.

Sun Jie had a heart, he didn't take out all the three calligraphy and paintings, he only brought the painting of Tang Bohu.

"welcome!"

When you walk into the store, you will see the counter in front of you.

There is a cheap-looking lucky cat on the counter, and the lucky cat makes a hoarse sound while waving.

Looking around, I found that there was nothing valuable in this store. Except for a counter, there was almost nothing on display, which looked a bit shabby.

Behind the counter sits an old man who looks like he is in his 70s. His gray hair and beard seem to have been dyed with white paint.

The old man sat on a chair, looked at Sun Jie who came in, and put the purple sand teapot in his hand on the counter.

Although he is old, he is full of energy.

"Is this little brother introduced by an acquaintance?" The old man sat up straight and asked with a smile.

Sun Jie held the painting of Tang Bohu in his hand, and came to the counter, "I didn't have any introductions from acquaintances, so I came here by myself!"

The old man was old and smart, he took a look at the brocade box in Sun Jie's hand, and knew why Sun Jie came.

"Are you going to appraise calligraphy and paintings or sell them? You are really lucky, old man, I just have time today. I have already made four appointments for today, but they haven't come yet.

If you said you want to appraise it, I can help you take a look at it while I'm in the gap.However, my small store has limited strength, and I will not buy your calligraphy and paintings. If your things are in good condition, I can introduce you to a few suitable buyers! "

The old man's voice was full of air, and he talked about his rules in detail.

In the antique business, most appraisers are not very good at buying directly.

Everyone in this group is old and sophisticated, and they will not make a move easily if they are not very sure.

The old man said it well, but this shop is indeed a bit shabby, which inevitably makes Sun Jie feel a little bit unbelievable.

"In that case, then you can help me identify it first!" Sun Jie put the brocade box in his hand on the counter.

Speaking of a counter, it is actually a relatively large table.

The year is relatively old, the wood grain on it is clearly visible, and even black dirt can be seen between the cracks.

It has been on the plate for a long time, and there is a layer of light patina on it.

The old man put the reading glasses on the table on the bridge of his nose, stood up, bent down, and carefully inspected the brocade box of the calligraphy and painting.

Looking at the brocade box, the old man was in a daze.

After a long time, he raised his head and looked at Sun Jie.

"Let's not talk about whether the calligraphy and painting in your box are correct or not, the box outside of you alone has a lot of history."

After the old man finished speaking, he began to look Sun Jie up and down.

The clothes are very ordinary, just a very ordinary ordinary person, a little handsome, but there is no difference in essence.

"Sir, don't worry about its origin, you can help me see if the calligraphy and painting inside are correct!" Sun Jie urged.

Anyway, it's just an ordinary box, not a huanghuali.

No matter how precious it is, how can it compare to the paintings inside?
The old man opened the brocade box and put the scroll inside on the table.

As he opened it, he said earnestly, "You young people don't have the slightest bit of patience. The decorations and specifications on this box are very in line with the characteristics of the Ming Dynasty. There is only one thing that makes me a little uncertain, and that is this box. It’s too new, and the new ones are a bit unbelievable!”

Although Sun Jie didn't react on the surface, he was extremely surprised in his heart.

He didn't expect that the unattractive old man in front of him could actually see the origin of his box.

Speaking of which, such a thing is actually quite normal.Those who deal with antiques all the year round can basically see the specific origin of something at a glance.

There may be a difference of more than ten years before and after, but the difference is not bad, and there will not be too much deviation.

After the old man finished speaking, he slowly rolled out the scroll.

When he saw the box, he became serious.

The outer packaging alone has a lot of origins, and the contents inside must be extraordinary.

The owner's name is Zhang Moqian. You know, the owner of this store used to be the deputy curator of the Provincial Museum and the pillar of the provincial archaeological team.

Not only proficient in cultural relic identification, but also proficient in cultural relic restoration.

Over the years, he has excavated dozens of ancient tombs, and most of them are high-standard ancient tombs of emperors and princes.

Later, when I got older, I retired from the position of deputy curator of the Provincial Museum.

After he retired, he was invited by many museums and auction companies, but he rejected them all.

Originally, he had the temperament of a wild crane, but now that he finally has some free time, he wants to do something he likes.

So I opened this small shop, and I usually enjoy making tea with friends and listening to music.

From time to time, I take on some appreciation work to make ends meet.

In fact, he doesn't need to do this at all. The monthly retirement fee is enough to support his daily life. It's just that after working for so many years, it's really not that easy to give up all of a sudden.

Opening the box, Zhang Moqian spread the scroll inside on the table.

"what!"

Zhang Moqian wore reading glasses, and leaned close to the scroll, his eyes almost stuck to it.

"This painting makes some sense!"

(End of this chapter)