The wife of Xiangjiang boss who disappeared for ten years is back

Chapter 31 Take these with you too!

There was a click, and the machine in the box rang.Fang Zongtang immediately stood up and opened the lid.

"Okay, as soon as the coffin is opened, gold, silver and treasures will roll in~ah bah~ I learned this sentence from Coffin Li."

Uncle Ming was so angry that Fang Zongtang lost his temper, and his face was tired from smiling.She has been full of lies and lies since she was a child, and she can talk about life even if she is dead.

The box was full of long or short scrolls. She picked up a pair of short scrolls and opened it. It was Wang Xizhi's Daguan poster.

After a few glances, she saw the way through.

"Uncle Ming, this is my great-grandfather's handiwork."

Uncle Ming stepped forward and examined it carefully. After five or six minutes, he confirmed that it should be a fake.

He has always known that the Fang family has a unique identification method that is not passed on to outsiders, and it specializes in identifying things made by his family. He has studied it for a long time before, but he couldn't see any way.

The old man said more than once when he was alive that his great-great-granddaughter was born to eat this bowl of rice. Some people can't compare to those who go to school for two days.Such people are born with a pair of wise eyes that no one else can match.

He had seen it before. Looking at Fang Zongtang's back, he thought to himself that if she had not disappeared ten years ago, there would definitely be a place for her in Xiangjiang.

Now that she is back, what kind of situation will such a capable person stir up in Xiangjiang?

He tried his best to live, maybe he could still see it.

Thinking of this, Uncle Ming's whole mentality changed. He bent down and picked up a long scroll.

"Looking at the Moon on Songshan Mountain."

Fang Zongtang was not idle either, put down the copybook in his hand, and picked up a short scroll.

"Wangjiang Pavilion to see friends off."

The two opened several more pairs in succession, all of which were imitations of famous artists.

She suddenly remembered an old thing that my great-grandfather said: "My great-grandfather told me that when the Empress Dowager Cixi fled back then, many treasures could not be taken away, and she did not want to take advantage of foreign thieves, so she ordered a large number of calligraphy and paintings to be burned. Those who went to burn it felt it was a pity, but they didn't dare to disobey the order, so they asked someone to rub a part of it on the silk cloth overnight. Those silk cloths were taken back by my great-grandfather, right?"

Uncle Ming shook his hand holding the scroll, and hurriedly asked Fang Zongtang: "Are you sure these are replicas from back then?"

She thought about it carefully and said uncertainly: "I'm not sure. I was still young at that time, only five or six years old. I haven't forgotten everything, so it's pretty good."

Uncle Ming felt heartbroken when he heard what she said.

Just want to say a few words, she was only five or six years old at that time.A baby at that age plays with mud every day, or just eats and cries.

It is really not easy for her to remember so much.If it were him, he probably wouldn't be able to remember half a sentence!
Uncle Ming said distressedly and powerlessly: "Even if it is an imitation, it is still very valuable, so it must be preserved."

Fang Zongtang proudly unfolded a few volumes to read, and said, "That's what my great-grandfather made. As long as I don't tell it, it's true!"

When Uncle Ming heard her confident statement, he laughed, turned around and went into the back room. Five or six minutes later, he brought a long box over.

"You can take these too!"

Fang Zongtang immediately put down the things in his hands and opened the long box.

Inside are two paintings.

One is a picture of Lang Shining's hairpin of a maid, and the other is a picture of Li Gonglin's herding horse in the Northern Song Dynasty.

One is a master at drawing people, and the other is a master at drawing horses.

And they are all authentic.

"Give them all to me, are you willing to part with them?" These two paintings must not have been left to her by her great-grandfather, otherwise they would not be stored separately.

(End of this chapter)