Seventy cannon fodder is a ruthless man

Chapter 247 Ancient Paintings
Faced with a lot of conclusive evidence and facts, Meng Shaoan admitted that he was deceived, and that his cleverness was misunderstood by his cleverness. He hated the Jin sisters so much that he had no face to stay in the old house in the capital, and could not see his "biological daughter". Reformed through labor in remote and difficult areas, and repented for the mistakes he had made.

Meng Tao, who is in the provincial capital of province D, is not idle every day. When Shen Yu and Meng Zhehan are at work, she goes shopping around by herself, sometimes takes a bus, sometimes rides a bicycle, and brings things that she didn't find in the provincial capital last time. I have visited all the places, and I will go through the routes I have visited again, anyway, I have plenty of time.

I went to that quaint Chinese medicine shop again, bought a batch of pills and put them in the space;
The pawn shop next door also went around. It should be the same as the Chinese medicine store. It must have its own reasons for being able to survive in this era.

Now they are all state-run. People pawn old objects, and they can’t exchange much money. The dead pawned things, after verification by relevant departments and experts, are signed as certain-level antiques. If they cannot enter the museum, they will be put on display It is sold at the counter, and the price is not high.

However, I guess there are not many customers buying these things in this era, but there are occasional foreign guests who may be interested.

Meng Tao felt that his brain had opened up, and he might have touched some kind of truth: These two stores are not really just for "foreign friends" to visit, right?Or simply they still hold shares of "foreign friends"?
Thinking wildly and wildly in his heart, without delay in doing business, taking advantage of the fact that there was no one in the shop, Meng Tao bought more than [-] antiques on the counter of the pawn shop, and almost swept them all away: ancient root carvings, white jade carvings, sapphire Pen holders, ivory pen holders, inkstones, brush washers; plum vases, treasure vases, flower plates, etc., are all very delicate and elegant, have a long history, and can be added in value in future generations.

Instead of leaving it for foreign tourists to buy it cheaply, it is better to keep it for herself. She is not without money.

But money is not easy to use. Buying too much at one time is a bulk purchase. Usually, the strength is only available to large units. Individuals who spend such a large amount of money will be questioned and must provide proof materials.

Meng Tao was arguing with the two staff members, but they were very principled and couldn't get away with it, and she didn't want to give up the pile of things, so she had to call Shen Yu and send Ding Hao to bring a certificate and transport it away in a cart.

I lived in the provincial capital for three days, and of course I didn't miss the several black markets in the provincial capital. When I went there at night, Shen Yu wanted to go with her, and it was quite fruitful. Anyway, I would buy something she was interested in, and the space expanded. Worry about having no place to store it.

In two days, I will go back to Xingyang County, Mengzhou. Meng Tao remembered that she had promised a little boy that she would visit him in the provincial capital if she had the opportunity. After breakfast, Shen Yu went to work, so she carried the The schoolbag went out to the street and got on the bus.

I found that street by memory, deep in the alley, the courtyard door was still open, just as Meng Tao walked up two stone steps, a six or seven-year-old boy ran out from it, it was not Huang Xiaocheng.

When Huang Xiaocheng saw Meng Tao, he was stunned for a moment, and asked in disbelief, "Are you that...Sister Xiaomeng? Uh, who are you looking for?"

This little kid, Meng Tao couldn't help laughing: "I'm Sister Xiaomeng, I want to find Huang Xiaocheng, I wonder if he's here?"

"Yes! Yes, I am Huang Xiaocheng!"

Huang Xiaocheng jumped up and down happily, like a little frog, his eyes were all smiling: "Sister Xiaomeng! You really came to see me? Sister Xiaomeng, why did you change so much that I almost couldn't recognize it!"

Meng Tao held him, afraid that the little guy would accidentally jump down the steps: "What have I become?"

"Become beautiful, like a fairy in a movie, so beautiful!"

"Wasn't I pretty before?"

"Before? You were a little bit beautiful, but your face was dark. Now you are white and beautiful, really!"

Meng Tao is speechless: Is this Tongyan Wuji?It hurts too much.

Huang Xiaocheng pulled Meng Tao into the room and shouted excitedly: "Grandpa! Sister Xiaomeng is here. Sister Xiaomeng means what she says. She has come to see me!"

Uncle Huang coughed, walked out of the small gatehouse, and looked at Meng Tao in surprise: "It's really Miss Xiao Meng who is here?"

Meng Tao smiled and said, "Hello, Uncle Huang. I'm in the provincial capital again, and I'll be back in two days. I'll come and see you and Xiao Cheng today."

After finishing speaking, he took out a bag of cakes and snacks and a bag of white rabbit toffee from his satchel. Seeing that Uncle Huang had a bad cough, he might be sick, so he took out a glass bottle of tomato sauce and a grocery bag of pickled cucumbers. Tomatoes and cucumbers grow in space, so fresh ones are not easy to take out directly, and those made into sauces are also good for the body.

Seeing Meng Tao giving another gift, Uncle Huang quickly waved his hand: "Miss Meng is too polite...they are all good things, they cost money and tickets, we can't accept them, you take them back."

Meng Tao said: "Give Huang Xiaocheng the toffee and cake, the tomato sauce and pickled cucumbers are homemade. It's been a while, and new vegetables are about to grow. If I don't finish eating the pickled ones from the old year, I'm afraid they will be ruined. I brought some here specially to give you a taste of the countryside, don’t be disgusted.”

When Uncle Huang heard what Meng Tao said, he hurriedly took it: "How dare you dislike it? We can't eat such a good thing on weekdays, so thank you, Miss Meng!"

"Need not."

Meng Tao saw that both doors were wide open, and asked, "Isn't this a warehouse? Why are the doors open?"

Uncle Huang said: "The door will be opened today, and two trucks will bring things over later."

Meng Tao was surprised: "Why are you still... Didn't you say that you won't move things from other people's homes in the past two years?"

Uncle Huang knew what she meant, coughed and nodded, and said, "There is no such thing, but a warehouse in the south of the city has occupied someone's yard, and now the owner wants to take it back to the yard, and the things piled in it are all gone." I had to move away, and I couldn't find a place for the time being, so I decided to gather them all here...Look, the inner and outer yards are full."

Meng Tao walked in and took a look. Sure enough, all kinds of furniture and wood piled up in the courtyard into mountains, and the road almost disappeared.

Uncle Huang whispered: "There are also a lot of books piled up in the inner courtyard. Don't you like books? Go in from the corridor over there, and take whatever books you want. You have to leave at 10:30, because the delivery truck 11 :30 come."

Meng Tao looked at his watch, it was past nine o'clock, and she couldn't tolerate her being polite, so she hurriedly said to Uncle Huang: "Then I'll go in and have a look, there may be books I want."

"Go, remember the time."

"Hey."

"Sister Meng, I..."

Huang Xiaocheng wanted to follow, but Uncle Huang dragged him back: "It's dusty inside, and Xiaomeng can't control you, sit here and eat your candy."

For children, the temptation of toffee and cake must be infinite, Huang Xiaocheng kept silent.

Meng Tao went into the inner courtyard, picking and choosing among the piles of books in the whole room, and was smashed and buried under the piles of books several times, but thanks to her strength, she got out again. dust.

She also collected many ancient books, precious anthologies, calligraphy and paintings by famous artists of all dynasties, and piled them up in the space, which was as large as half a truck.

After flipping through the pile of books, hurry up and get into the pile of furniture in the front yard. Last time, the space was too small to fit too much, but this time is different. Even if the arms and legs of those old antique furniture were smashed, she Also received a lot.

The furniture is broken, but the wood is precious. Golden nanmu, old camphor wood, huanghuali wood, and small-leaf red sandalwood are called "inch wood inch gold" by later generations. Where can I find it?

In the future, if it can be repaired, it will be repaired. If it cannot be repaired, these woods will be combined to make other things, which are also of great value.

On the porcelain side, Meng Tao also took a closer look, and only found a intact famille rose vase, the other precious porcelains were all thrown away during transport, which is a pity.

The time is coming, Meng Tao thought for a while, and directly reached out to collect a batch of porcelain fragments on the ground. These porcelains are too beautiful and precious, and she wants to keep the fragments. The society is developing and progressing, and the restoration technology will become more and more in the future. It will become more and more advanced. At that time, choose an archaeological research institute and find an opportunity to throw these fragments to them. Anyway, the experts are idle, so let them piece it together and restore it. Put together one by one, so that people can appreciate it. Beautiful things will do.

Meng Tao carried a stack of books, and walked back to the small gatehouse with five or six scrolls of calligraphy and painting in her other arm. The grandparents and grandchildren couldn't help being happy when they saw her image. Huang Xiaocheng quickly brought a rag to her:
"Sister Meng, you have become a white-haired girl this time, hurry up and pat the dust!"

Uncle Huang snatched back the rag, and grabbed another chicken feather Chanzi and gave it to Meng Tao: "The table wiper is too dirty, use this."

Meng Tao went to the door and took a good photo of her body, and when she came back, she saw Huang Xiaocheng playing with some scrolls she had chosen, and opened a landscape painting to look at carefully.

These are paintings from the Yuan and Ming Dynasties, which are very valuable for collection. Among them, two landscape paintings were made by famous masters, and they can be sold for tens of millions in later generations.

"Xiao Cheng, do you see this mountain, this river, and the boats in the river, do they look good?" Meng Tao asked.

Huang Xiaocheng nodded: "Looks good! There is a flag on the bow, and there is a little man, and there are ducklings in the river? There are two cows here, and the little brother who watches the cows is riding on the back of the cows... Oh! I saw it, there is a strip in the mountain. There are two people walking on the small road...it's really fun!"

"A painting is a small world. If you look at it slowly, you can find more interesting things in it."

"That's right, there's also a little bird here, and there's also...Sister Xiaomeng, I like this painting, can you take me to find another one?"

"No more, if you like this, I will give it to you, but you must ensure that you keep it well, and don't let others see it, and you can't break or damage it, and you can't give it away casually. If you want to see it, you can hide it secretly. When you grow up and understand this painting, you will know how precious this painting is."

"Sister Xiaomeng gave it to me. I will definitely protect it so that no one can see it. I will hide it under my grandpa's bed!"

"It's not okay to be wet under the bed. It's best to wrap it in paper and hide it in a dry cabinet."

"Well, I asked Grandpa to do it for me!"

Meng Tao left Huang Xiaocheng a few books suitable for children to read, and two old paintings he liked, one landscape painting and one meticulous garden painting.

It's not easy for Meng Tao to tell Uncle Huang directly that the value of these two paintings will skyrocket in just ten years, so he can only repeatedly ask him to help Huang Xiaocheng take good care of his beloved paintings. When the child grows up, he will thank Grandpa.

(End of this chapter)