Siheyuan: starting from prying the corner of the silly column

Chapter 86 The Treasure of Emperor Qianlong's View
Ma Hua stretched out his hand to help catch the thief, although he didn't have much noble sentiments.

But this middle-aged woman paid for it face to face, and it felt a little bit wrong, as if MCA was just trying to make money.

Ma Hua also hesitated.

It seems inappropriate to accept money like this...

But if you don't accept it, will you miss out on the [remuneration] this time?
Feeling it, [remuneration] does not seem to refer to the tens of dollars, so MCA no longer hesitates: "You are too polite, this is what I should do!"

"You don't have to give me money, I just happened to meet, it's too inappropriate to talk about money."

The middle-aged woman was also taken aback, and quickly took back the money: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I just didn't know how to express my gratitude for a while!"

"I definitely didn't mean to insult you with money!"

After apologizing repeatedly, he invited Ma Hua and Qin Jingru to his home as guests.

Ma Hua backed down a bit, because he felt that the [remuneration] was on this matter, and he did not resolutely refuse after all.

Following the middle-aged woman, she walked to the front of a row of buildings.

This row of buildings was specially built to welcome returnees and intellectuals.

At this moment, they are still highly valued, and the treatment in all aspects is very favorable; the monthly salary can reach more than 100, or even more than 200.

Ma Hua and Qin Jingru followed the middle-aged woman to a door, and a girl with loose hair and gnawing on a sweet potato poked her head out: "Mom, why did you come back, did you bring me something delicious—"

Afterwards, the girl saw Ma Hua and Qin Jingru following behind her mother, her face gradually turned red, and her voice became quieter: "There is a guest, so don't say anything, Mom."

He hurriedly turned and went back to his room.

The middle-aged woman laughed: "My daughter, Ran Qiuye... is getting old, and she doesn't look like a girl. She hasn't married yet."

"Mom! Stop talking!" Ran Qiuye's voice came from inside the room.

The corner of Ma Hua's mouth twitched slightly, wondering if this is a woman who can lie?

Ran Qiuye was outside, intellectually elegant, gentle and generous, and spoke quietly.

At home, she eats sweet potatoes with disheveled hair and asks her mother for delicious food. She is a spoiled girl—it seems that no matter what kind of girl she is, there is definitely a gap between being at home and outside.

If you are quiet and put on airs at home, it will indeed be quite tiring.

"Old Ran, I'm back!"

"I almost lost my things today. Thanks to these two comrades, come out and thank them!"

"Today I'm going to invite two comrades to have dinner at our house..."

While speaking, he greeted Ma Hua and Qin Jingru to enter the door, and a scholar wearing glasses came out from the study room, saying welcome and thank you quickly.

After a slightly awkward greeting, the two sides got to know each other.

Professor Ran and his wife came back from abroad, and the root of culture is in China.

His Chinese culture can't be described in terms of whether he is well-cultivated, but he was in a private school when he was young, and later went to a new-style school, and he has never given up on cultural inheritance in this area.

Although Ma Hua didn't know what [remuneration] he would get in the end, it didn't prevent him from asking Professor Ran for advice.

"Professor Ran, I see that you hang a lot of calligraphy and paintings of famous people, and you should have a lot of research on calligraphy and paintings."

"I heard that when it comes to calligraphy, everyone recommends Wang Xizhi. What position does Wang Xizhi's calligraphy and painting occupy in the collection?"

Professor Ran explained: "Wang Xizhi, Wang Youjun... It is true that his calligraphy is the most famous.

He obviously had a lot of research on Wang Xizhi, and he talked eloquently. He basically understood from Li Bai's poems, Fang Xiaoru's comments, and the whereabouts of Wang Xizhi's works in the past dynasties.

Qin Jingru was a little dazed, she didn't have a high level of cultural knowledge, and she just listened to these frequent poems and nicknames like a scripture.

MCA, on the other hand, has experienced the impact of "experts but not proficient" in the Internet age. It has heard about everything, and it can be followed by a few words. In fact, nothing is professional... I listened to Professor Ran's narration with relish.

He listened so carefully, Professor Ran became even more excited.

The two of them didn't stop talking until Ran Qiuye's mother brought the food, and Professor Ran reluctantly put the topic away: "Ma Hua, you young man likes to study very much."

"If it wasn't for you already working, I must teach you this knowledge well."

"Okay, okay, let's eat."

Ran Qiuye's mother interrupted him, and shouted to Ran Qiuye's room: "Qiuye, come out to eat!"

"Mom, I'm not hungry." Ran Qiuye replied shyly.

"Are you full from sweet potatoes? You still have to eat! You haven't come out to meet the guests yet, you have to thank them well..."

Ran Qiuye's mother greeted her and tied up her hair. The gentle and quiet Ran Qiuye had no choice but to come out: "Hello, thank you for helping my mother."

"You don't have to be polite, Teacher Ran."

Ma Hua said.

"Mahua, do you know Qiuye?"

"Well, in the courtyard before, there was a child named Jia Geng who didn't pay the tuition, so Teacher Ran went to collect the tuition..."

When Ma Hua said this, Ran Qiuye suddenly realized, "You belong to Jia Geng's courtyard house!"

This makes the topic even more familiar.

After the meal was over, Ran Qiuye's family was not overly polite with Ma Hua and Qin Jingru.

Instead, Ma Hua talked with Professor Ran about Wang Xizhi's calligraphy works: "Professor Ran, according to what you said, there are no authentic works of Wang Xizhi in the world?"

"Yes, it has been too long, and there is no way to preserve calligraphy and painting works." Professor Ran said.

"The copy of Wang Xizhi's calligraphy..."

"Copy copies in the Tang Dynasty are already extremely rare, and there is no difference between them and the original!" Professor Ran said.

"How high will the price of the copy be?" Ma Hua asked.

Professor Ran shook his head: "It's hard to estimate the price. In terms of the degree of treasure, it is definitely a supreme treasure. If the material is abundant, the price can shake the society compared to tens of thousands, hundreds of thousands, or even millions. possible."

"But the current situation..."

The implication is that there is no need to say any more.

There will never be so much money in private hands, how can you sell it at a high price?Who can buy your rare treasure at a high price?
Ma Hua was astonished, and suddenly realized that the copy of Wang Xizhi's peace poster in his hand might be a huge wealth even bigger than he imagined.

Because I don't understand the knowledge of antique collection, I subconsciously think that the original is only valuable, and the copy is not valuable, so my expectation for the copy of the Ping'an post is only worth 200 yuan.

Now it seems that it was really misunderstood.

After chatting for a while, Ma Hua and Qin Jingru said goodbye and left.

Professor Ran stopped him, walked quickly into the study, and came out with a small box after a while.

"Mahua, this is the speculation we are talking about, my gift to you."

"You can't refuse!"

After Ma Hua accepted it solemnly, he and Qin Jingru bid farewell to Ran's house.

[The payment of the reward was successful, and a seal of Qianlong's royal view]

Ok?
What is this thing?

Ma Hua almost stopped, and said to himself: Is it the legendary thing that destroys masterpieces handed down from generation to generation, and can be called the strongest and most obtrusive seal?
When I opened the box, I saw that it was not as huge and intrusive as I imagined. Putting it in the box, the whole box was only the size of a palm.

Ma Hua is not very good at collecting, and it is obviously not appropriate to go back and ask Professor Ran how much this thing is worth.

However, Ma Hua also knows some jokes from the past - Qianlong stamped seals indiscriminately, destroying the blank space of calligraphy and painting is a bad habit, and another habit is to have one or two thousand seals, which belongs to the most seals among all emperors.

Thinking about it this way, maybe the value of this "Treasure of Emperor Qianlong's Imperial View" is not too high?

Forget it, keep it for now.

"This thing is not allowed to tell anyone," Ma Hua told Qin Jingru, "This is an antique from the past, and it's not very good for private collection; but it's quite valuable, and it's a bit too bad to hand it over."

Qin Jingru nodded: "Oh, I see!"

He said in distress, "Mahua, what and what were you talking about before? Why didn't I understand a single sentence? I almost fell asleep."

Ma Hua smiled: "It doesn't matter if you don't understand. I don't understand most of what he said, but this doesn't prevent me from understanding. There is one thing in our family that is quite valuable."

"This is enough."

"Oh." Qin Jingru nodded again.

Ma Hua rode a bicycle and took her back to the courtyard, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon.

Several comrades from the sub-district office were laughing, and they were still "persuading and educating" Jia Zhang at Jia's house.

When the comrades of the sub-district office began to spare time to seriously solve the problem of Jia Zhang.

Mrs. Jia Zhang really felt the unparalleled pain - this "education" is too difficult, right?
When will it end!

(End of this chapter)