The reborn peasant girl has space for farming

Chapter 447 Come Back Tomorrow
"One yuan per square foot? So expensive? What did that old man do before?"

Bai Meixi has no research on Chinese painting. Her memory only stops at the masterpieces of a few masters. People who collect them say that only people of Qi Baishi and Tang Bohu's level can measure their paintings according to the square ruler.

In this era, people don’t have the consciousness of collecting. Even the paintings by the masters of traditional Chinese painting only cost 4 yuan per square foot at most. That old man’s paintings can be sold for 1 yuan per square foot. They are definitely master-level. Such People should leave their names in history.

Although she has not studied Chinese painting, if it is a famous senior, she might have seen his name in a history book.

"Oh, the old man in her family had a hard life. He was from a bad background. He taught art in school for a few years and was fired. Later, he went to work as a gatekeeper in a factory. He rarely spoke. He only liked to tinker with weird things with the old man in my family. Things. But his paintings must have been valuable before, otherwise he wouldn’t have so many brocade mandarins at home. My friend also had a lot of good clothes before, many of them were Suzhou embroidery, and he had someone custom-made them."

Granny Liang was a little hesitant in speaking. It seemed that this old man was a child of a wealthy family before liberation. Because of his poor background, he was not assigned a good job. Granny Liang obviously did not want to mention this part of history, lest it cause trouble for her friends. .

Her words aroused Bai Meixi's interest. In the past, rich ladies and young ladies from wealthy families liked to buy fabrics from Suzhou and Hangzhou, and then hired specialized embroidery masters to embroider them with various patterns. Such clothes were valuable, and It has a certain collection value. If it is well preserved, it will be worth much more than these scrap paintings.

"Do you still have those clothes? I also collect old clothes. If they are real Su embroidery, they would be worth some money." Bai Meixi immediately asked about the whereabouts of those clothes. Today she saw a lot of old photos in the photo studio. On the cheongsam The patterns are particularly beautiful. The old master of the photo studio said that his sister also liked to wear Su embroidery clothes before, and even hired a master to embroider at home. Unfortunately, in the end, these things became funerary objects, so Bai Meixi could not appreciate them. Embroidery workers at that time.

If Granny Liang's friend had such clothes, she would be very interested.

"Those clothes are gone a long time ago. How can I wear those clothes now." Granny Liang muttered a few words, and Bai Meixi immediately understood her dilemma. In this era, simplicity is the most important word. In the past few years, Even more so, having brocade and suzhou embroidered clothes hidden in your home is not an honor, but will bring you trouble.

Even if I still have one or two pieces hidden at home, I can only look at them secretly and never dare to take them out.

Bai Meixi nodded and stopped asking about the matter, which made Granny Liang breathe a sigh of relief.

She stuck her head out and looked at the door. After making sure there was no one outside, she suddenly closed the door of the room and took Bai Meixi to the corner. She looked very mysterious.

"Girl, don't worry. You are such a nice person and I won't lie to you. In fact, this friend of mine is also a distant relative of my family. She is my cousin. I still know a little about her family's situation. She got married that year. It was a grand occasion, and my husband’s family chose it well, and the paintings are really good.”

Granny Liang lowered her voice. It was obvious that they were relatives. Granny Liang did not want others to know. Even Xiaojun next to her deliberately avoided it.Bai Meixi didn't want to delve into these historical reasons, but she didn't want to take risks on this matter.

The old man ended up living in a factory as a gatekeeper, and later he went to the countryside with Mrs. Liang's old man to collect things. He must have left little mark on history and was not considered a well-known painter.The paintings of some new-school painters are also valuable, but those people are just trying to gain popularity. Just like popular celebrities, once the popularity subsides, the paintings will be worthless and the risk is very high.

Bai Meixi held the painting under the lamp and looked at it repeatedly. The peony picture in front of her was indeed well drawn. After looking at it carefully, the petals were layered on top of each other, making it very three-dimensional.The quality of this painting is no less than that of any art school teacher, but because there is no signature, an accurate price cannot be determined.

"If 5 points doesn't work, 4 points will do. Let me tell her that everyone is dead and it's useless for a lonely old woman to keep these things. It's better to sell them all to get some money."

Granny Liang always turned to her relatives. Seeing Bai Meixi's hesitation, she took the initiative to negotiate the price on her behalf, hoping to help the relative close the deal and improve her life.

"It's not even 4 points." Bai Meixi sympathized with Granny Liang's sister's experience, but this kind of painting without a signature or seal, no matter how well-spent it is, is on the same level as the paintings painted by ordinary art school students, and is not the same as the paintings painted by ordinary art academy students. Waste paper has little difference and is not worth much.

"This kind of painting has no signature and is similar to waste paper. It costs 1 cent at most and no more."

The price given by Bai Meixi already contains an element of sympathy. If purchased at the normal price, these drawings can only be treated like the waste paper for calligraphy practice, priced at 1 cent each.

"1 cent, that's too much difference." The expression on Granny Liang's face was a little stiff. If Bai Meixi's bid was 3 cents, she could still bargain with her cousin, but now it has been reduced to 1 cent. She really didn't know how to speak.

The look on her face was very anxious. Bai Meixi had always bid happily. She could give high prices for anything, but these paintings didn't catch her eye, so she actually gave an unprecedented low price.

"Girl, please increase it a little more. It's not easy for my relative." Granny Liang wanted to plead for her sister, but Bai Meixi was in business after all, and even if she added sympathy points, she couldn't give away her money in vain.

"The money for these useless paintings really can't be increased, but if she has good paintings, she can bring a few over tomorrow. As long as there is a seal and signature, it will be calculated as 1 yuan per square foot. Grandma Liang, what do you think? Sample?"

Bai Meixi thought about it for a while and decided to buy some. Granny Liang would not lie. Since the old man's paintings could be sold for 1 yuan per square foot before, they must be good. You can keep a few to see. What's the big deal? Put it in the room as a decorative painting.

"Okay, okay, I'll ask her tomorrow. She has some signed paintings at home. I saw them when I went over today. I'll go get a few first, and you can come and take a look tomorrow night." Granny Liang agreed, The price Bai Meixi gave was the same as the price of the old man's paintings in his prime. Such a good thing would never happen again.

(End of this chapter)