1979 The Life of Idle Fish

Chapter 54 Mr. Zhang Boju

As soon as Su Guilan and Luo Shaoyi went to work, Luo Tao had nothing to do, so he took out the roll he collected that day.

The scroll is carved with shallow bamboo paintings, and next to it is a song "Yong Pu Zhongqian's Carved Bamboo Painting Tube".

Never heard of this guy who is it?I also looked through a lot of books at home, but nowhere was this person introduced.

It seems that I have to ask someone who understands it. After thinking about it for a long time, I finally remembered Zhang Boju Xianxian, who can be called a master in the field of collecting.

If I remember correctly, I am still alive and living on the south coast of Houhai. The last time I thought of him, I was across Houhai, and I secretly regretted that I should have visited him earlier.

If you know this old man, you have to admire him. Old Shixiang is considered a student, so even if you donate anything to the Forbidden City, it is not a national treasure.

When I donated the collection to the Forbidden City, the Ministry of Culture also awarded me 20 yuan.

Hey!Guess what this old man did next?

He was stunned and accepted a certificate without asking for it. Look at this virtue, this outlook on life, and this pattern, it is impossible to refuse.

The handsome young man of the Republic of China, whether he was a favorite or a good performer in Peking Opera, the main thing was his character and character. I really have nothing to say about him.

There is no need to say more about the legendary figure. Just check it out yourself. Luo Tao was busy preparing gifts and went to visit Nun's house to ask for advice.

I don’t know what the old man likes to eat. Do you still eat foreign food?So difficult.

Luo Tao didn't think too much, and rode to Xidan, buying whatever he saw.

I bought eight items from Beijing, Maotai wine, and bought some Soviet-style snacks. Mr. Pan Su is from Pingjiang and should like to eat them.

I bought a lot of them, big and small, and I didn’t know what to do with them. When I got home, I packed up the painting holder and brought another person’s pen holder with me. I hope you guys will like it.

I can bring things with me, there are so many good guys, and it’s not surprising that there are so many people thanks to the courtesy, so this fool ran to the south coast of Hainan.

It took a while to arrive, and I found several people to find out that I live at No. 26.

"Crack, clap"

"Who?" It was a woman's voice.

"Is this Mr. Zhang's home?"

After a while, someone opened the door. It seemed that it was Mr. Pan, who looked over 60 years old.

"I wonder who you are?" Mr. Pan asked
Luo Tao had already found an excuse. His grandfather Luo Jing really had a relationship with Mr. Zhang. Mr. Zhang once liked Wen Zhengming's "Lanting Preface" in the Luo family's collection very much, and wanted to buy it, but his grandfather Luo Jing Rejected, the reason is no.

Of course, Luo Tao would not bring that calligraphy when he came today, otherwise he would really become an unfilial son. Even if Mr. Zhang doesn't know how to collect, he can't show off his ancestral belongings lightly.

So except for the ancient book, Luo Tao put everything else in the bedroom.

"I am Luo Jing, Mr. Zhang's old friend. I wonder if you are Mr. Pan." Luo Tao responded carefully, fearing that he would be turned away if he did not follow the rules.

"Is your family the same Luo family that opened Lanting Study?" Mr. Pan seemed to be somewhat impressed by her. This is really great. I really appreciate the legacy of my ancestors.

"I just, just, took the liberty of visiting you and Mr. Zhang today. I have something to ask."

"Then come in quickly!"

"Okay, okay, just wait a minute." Luo Tao walked towards the bicycle parked by the door and started to pick up things.

When Mr. Pan saw Luo Tao when he opened the door, he wondered why this person didn't bring a gift when he visited.

I took a look when I went out. Good guy, you are so welcome. The small car was full of them.

Luo Tao first carried the scroll and pen holder. Fortunately, he had brought his hakama bag, otherwise he would have been busy.

"You come here as you said, kid. Why do you bring so many things?" Mr. Pan was a little surprised. It was the first time he had seen such a gift.

"Mr. Pan, please give way and I'll go in."

Luo Tao's arms were full of things, making it difficult to walk.

"Come here and let me get you some."

"No, no, Mr. Pan, just show the way."

When Mr. Pan saw this, he gave up and led him into the main hall.

Just saw the tall and thin old man sitting and drinking tea?After putting the things away, I came over to see Mr. Zhang.

"Hello, Mr. Zhang, I take the liberty of visiting today, I hope you don't mind"

"It's okay, I'm old, so what can I care about, I heard that you are Luo Jing's grandson"

The gentleman's speech was really calm and free-spirited.

"Please remember, I am"

"Is your grandfather okay?"

Luo Tao looked a little gloomy when he heard this.

"He died of serious illness in [-]."

"Oh, this guy! Why did he leave so quickly! I'm almost there too."

When Luo Tao heard what Pan said, he hurriedly said: "Sir, you have such a strong body, why do you say such depressing words? You will be a hundred years old for a hundred years." Luo Tao said, and made a few bah bah bah noises.Just listen to Mr. Zhang say: "You are nothing like your grandfather."

Luo Tao joked: "This is all taught by my grandfather. The whole family speaks in the same tone. Over time, this will become noise."

"Haha, this is the first time I've heard of your statement. It's interesting." He turned around and asked Luo Tao.

"Isn't there something going on today? What is it?"

Luo Tao quickly took out the things and said, "Mr. Zhang, please take a look at this painting tube."

Mr. Zhang took it and took a closer look by the light outside the door.

"This poem was inscribed by Qianlong. Who is the person mentioned in the title?" Mr. Zhang asked Luo Tao in a changed tone.

"Do you know Zhang Dai from the Ming Dynasty?"

Luo Tao thought for a while, seemed to remember, and asked uncertainly: "Is he the author of "Tao'an Dream Memories"?"

"Hey, you know this book, but why don't you know about Pu Zhongqian?"

Luo Tao couldn't figure it out, why did the two people meet?Why didn't I notice it when I was reading, so I looked inquiringly.

Mr. Zhang smiled at Mr. Pan: "This boy must be a big slicker in reading."

Luo Tao scratched his head, feeling very embarrassed to be exposed, thinking to himself how do you know, sometimes I don't think so much myself.

Seeing Luo Tao's behavior, Mr. Pan smiled and explained that it turned out that there was an article introducing Pu Zhongqian in "Tao An Meng Yi", and the title was "Pu Zhongqian's Sculpture".

When Luo Tao heard this, he was really ashamed to read without asking for a thorough understanding. It seemed that it was only suitable for geniuses, and he overestimated himself again.

Mr. Zhang looked at the painting tube and said: "This thing is good, it's a good thing even Qianlong played with it."

He asked Luo Tao again: "What's in it?"

His character was so good, and the thing was in his hand. He didn't open it to look at it privately. He first asked Luo Tao if he could look at it.

"It's an ink lotus painting of Bada Shanren. I don't know if it's true or not. Please hold your eyes."

I don't know if Mr. Zhang is so happy every day, he smiled and said, "That's good, that's good."

Opening the painting tube and taking out the painting, the two gentlemen looked at it carefully.

Mr. Zhang didn't speak, just listened to Mr. Pan talking jargon, the legendary slang.

Haha, if you can’t hear it, you don’t understand it. You also say that what others are saying is slang and to save face.

"Your painting is genuine and worth collecting"

"Really? Thank you so much for your advice."

After chatting about the painting for a while, he asked Luo Tao to put it away for safekeeping.

I took the opportunity to ask something, an old incident.

"I wonder if the cursive "Lanting Preface" written by Wen Zhengming is still there in your house?"

I asked very carefully, really afraid that it would be destroyed in the torrent of the times. I have experienced it, so I am afraid that it will also disappear.

We all know that Wen Zhengming wrote "Lanting Preface" four times, and the other three copies have explanations, but the origin of the other one is unclear, and most people think it is not his work.

Where is that really?Of course, in their Luo family, I don’t know how many generations this word has been passed down. In the early years of the Republic of China, many people wanted to take it away.

Grandpa Luo Feng was also a talented person. I don't know where I found a work from the early Qing Dynasty that imitated Wen Zhengming's "Lanting Preface" without inscription. The work was really similar, but it had no beginning or end.

He managed to escape this disaster, and later the Luo family collected many imitations in case of emergencies. The Luo family are cautious people!

After the Anti-Japanese War, Mr. Zhang found out for some reason that the authentic product was still in the Luo family collection, so he came to the door.

Luo Jing, of course, denied that the Luo family still had authentic works. Mr. Zhang went there several times without giving up, but the same thing happened: it had been bought long ago, and the Luo family did not have it.

Mr. Zhang didn’t believe it, but there was nothing he could do about it, because everyone in the circle knew that someone had “bought” him away, and they stopped asking about it from then on.

I didn't expect that after so many years, descendants of the Luo family would come to visit. I was really happy.

"It's still there, intact"

I was really happy to hear Luo Tao say everything was fine.

At noon, Luo Tao stayed for a light meal. Before leaving, Luo Tao gave the "Zhiyu" pen holder to the two gentlemen. They refused, saying that it was too expensive.

Thousands of words persuaded them to stay, and they each gave a calligraphy and painting as a gift in return. Luo Tao really didn't see such a good thing, so take it, the old man should be angry if he doesn't take it.

Mr. Zhang also said that he would visit him when he had time, mainly to see the "Lanting Preface" that he had missed for decades.

The two sent Luo Tao outside the courtyard gate, said a few words, and then Luo Tao left.

　Thank you for everyone's recommendation tickets. I won't list them one by one today. It's cold and my hands are a lot lazy. I can only apologize. I hope book friends pay more attention to keeping warm.

　　Shamelessly ask for investment and collection recommendations and rewards.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)