Return to the small mountain village in 1986

Chapter 489: The prodigal ancestor is still a good person

"He is not my uncle." A girl's weak voice sounded. She was Song Xiaomi, the granddaughter of this family.

He followed the sound and saw that the little girl who was speaking was wearing a floral skirt and two braids. She looked quite cute. Compared with the group of dirty children around her, she was considered clean and fair.

"Xiaomi, Ajun, you go and play!" In the yard, the energetic Grandma Song came out and waved the onlookers to leave.

The children booed and left, but Gao Mingcheng knew that they just made a circle and then lay down on a slightly lower wall.

On the dilapidated low wall, several little heads popped out.

"Here, the stuff is right here." Grandma Song pointed to a worn-out box with paint peeling off. The lid of the box was gone, and only a few old newspapers were used to cover it to prevent dust.

Grandma Song opened the old newspaper and immediately revealed what was inside.

There are two old-style pipes inside. These pipes are not used for smoking tobacco, but for smoking opium and tablets.

In addition to two pipes, there were also several books, a pocket watch with a broken chain, an inkstone, several brushes and half ink sticks.

Seeing these things, Gao Mingcheng couldn't help but feel a little disappointed.

These things, it seems, are probably from the Republic of China.

It's recent, not a treasure, and not worth much.

Gao Mingcheng didn't even take action and asked directly: "Grandma Song, are there any other bottles and jars at home?"

Porcelain is valuable, even ordinary official kiln porcelain from the Qing Dynasty is as tattered as this box.

Grandma Song frowned and said dissatisfied: "You haven't seen it yet!"

Gao Mingcheng said: "Don't look at it. It's from the Republic of China at most. It's not a good thing and it's not worth much."

Grandma Song was unhappy and asked, "How much do you think this box of things is worth?"

When it came to money, Gao Mingcheng still squatted down and reached out to rummage in the box.

Both pipes are of ordinary quality, and they have little collection value. The brush looks like a Wengang brush from Nanchang, but over time, the hair has lost its luster and can fall off when pulled.

The chain of the pocket watch was broken, and the pocket watch inside was naturally broken and stained with rust.

As for those books, they are "The Thousand-Character Essay", "The Three-Character Classic", "Three Heroes and Five Righteousnesses", and "Zhi Yanzhai's Re-Evaluation of the Story of Stone".

That book "Zhi Yanzhai Re-evaluation of the Story of the Stone" caught the attention of Gao Mingcheng. Although he was not highly educated, he also knew that the Story of the Stone was the Dream of the Red Mansions, and the Dream of the Red Mansions was one of the four great classics!

A few years ago, he bought some books for Duo Mei in the bookstore, including "Journey to the West" and "A Dream of Red Mansions", but those books were only published in recent years.

And this book "Zhi Yanzhai's Re-Evaluation of the Story of Stone" is from the Qing Dynasty!

And it’s still Jiaxu!
Gao Mingcheng picked up the book "Zhi Yanzhai's Review of Stones" and looked through it. The paper had turned yellow. After opening it, he could still smell a musty smell, and the book cover was also very old.

But these shortcomings prove that this is indeed an ancient book!It is an ancient book with research and collection value!

Gao Mingcheng put down the book calmly, moved the things in the box again, and then picked up the inkstone.

When he saw the scenery carved on the inkstone, Gao Mingcheng immediately recognized that it was the scenery of Mount Lu. In other words, this inkstone is most likely the Lushan Venus Inkstone. Although the Lushan Venus Inkstone is not among the four famous inkstones, it is also one of the most famous inkstones in Jiangxi. One of the famous inkstones.

It is rumored that the first square inkstone was made by Tao Yuanming of Jin Dynasty. Mi Fu's "History of Inkstone" of the Northern Song Dynasty said: "Lushan bluestone inkstone is roughly the same as Tanzhou Gushan." "The color is green and has patterns, like a messy silk curtain, and there is a sound when buckled. The ink is obtained quickly, and the ink produced is shiny, and there are gold stars, which caress it finely and moistly."

This evaluation can be said to be very high. In ancient times, many students in Jiangxi used Jinxing inkstones.

This inkstone had not been used for a long time and was covered with dust. Gao Mingcheng wiped the dust with his hands and felt that the stone under his fingertips was tough, delicate and felt good to the touch.

And the carving skills are also good, the lines are smooth, and the scenery is highly recognizable.

Look at the half ink stick next to it. The ink looks ordinary and half used, but when you smell it, you can smell a medicinal fragrance!
This is medicinal ink!

The ink is filled with medicine, so it is called medicinal ink. Although Gao Mingcheng could not identify all the medicinal materials in the medicinal ink, this kind of medicinal ink was very expensive in the past, and it also had certain collection and research value.

All in all, the contents of this box are indeed antiques from the past.

It seems that the owner of these things should be a former landowner, and the reason for the ruin of the family property is the two pipes.

As long as you are contaminated with tobacco, you will naturally be in trouble.

When Gao Mingcheng checked the things, he was calm throughout the process and showed no special emotions. Grandma Song, who had been staring at him closely, didn't notice anything.

After checking, Gao Mingcheng said: "Grandma Song, have you ever heard of the story of buying horse bones for a thousand gold? Although these things of yours are not very valuable, you are the first in the village to sell things to me, and I will give them to you too. A good price, this box of things costs 50 yuan! Do you want to sell it?"

"You have to think carefully. Look at this writing brush, which falls apart as soon as you pull it. It's almost rotten. Look at this pocket watch. It's from the Republic of China at most. The chain is broken and rusty. And these books The books are all yellow, musty, and have insect holes!"

"Originally, the bid of 50 yuan was acceptable, but you were the first person to sell the goods to me. For [-] yuan, if you are willing to sell it, I will take it away, otherwise I will forget it."

Gao Mingcheng's series of words put a lot of pressure on Grandma Song. Seeing Gao Mingcheng pull at will, the brush became bald, and Grandma Song's eyelids were twitching wildly.

After Gao Mingcheng finished speaking, he stood up and prepared to leave.

"I've lost a lot at this price. If you don't sell it, I'll go look elsewhere."

Before he really left, Grandma Song had already stopped him and said, "Sell it if you want! Give me 50 yuan first!"

After the business was completed, Gao Mingcheng handed Grandma Song 50 yuan.

He picked up the wooden box and headed outside.

As a result, Grandma Song called him out again. Grandma Song held the 50 yuan in her hand and said with a smile on her face: "You are not a bad person. Let's do this. Don't leave yet. I have two more things to give you." .”

With that said, Grandma Song went into the house again, but this time she came out quickly. When she came out, she was holding two things in her hand, one was an exquisite snuff bottle and the other was a scroll.

Grandma Song reluctantly handed the snuff bottle to Gao Mingcheng and said, "Look at this."

Gao Mingcheng took the snuff bottle and was attracted by it at first sight because it was in the shape of a pastel gourd. It was brightly colored and compact in shape. He could hold it in his hand and play with it. The size was suitable. He then unscrewed the lid, which came with a A small spoon, this spoon is used to dig out the snuff from the gourd and then sniff it into the nasal cavity.

Good guy, this family first smoked snuff and then smoked pipes, so there is nothing wrong with their family's decline!
Gao Mingcheng only sighed that this kind of family could actually leave something behind.

Looking at the bottom of the money, there are four words: Qianlong Year.

Seeing these four words, Gao Mingcheng became energetic!

This is an antique with a large door!

After looking at the snuff bottle, Gao Mingcheng looked at the scroll again, and his expectations for this scroll suddenly increased.

Grandma Song was determined to sell something, so she naturally opened the scroll.

The scroll is not big and has been framed. The picture looks relatively clean. As soon as I opened the scroll, a fish jumped out on the paper.

On the whole painting paper, except for one fish, there is only the artist's signature and seal in the upper right corner.

It's just that people who engage in art don't take the usual path. Gao Mingcheng took a while to identify the artist.

This person's signature is difficult to read, but it is easier to read if you look at the glyphs. If you see that the first two characters of the signature look like the word "cry" and the word "laugh", and the last two characters look like the word "Zhi" , I couldn’t laugh or cry at all.Then you should know that this is a painting by Bada Shanren, a famous painter from the Qing Dynasty!

Bada Shanren is not a collective name for eight people, but a nickname for one person. This person is called Zhu Da.Zhu Da was also called Zhu Daolang, nicknamed Liangyue, and in his later years he was renamed "Bada Shanren".

At this time, he made a living by selling paintings, so there are still many surviving paintings, and this was also the time when his artistic attainments were profound.

Zhu Da was originally a relative of the emperor of the Ming Dynasty, but when he was 19 years old, the Ming Dynasty was destroyed. He was so sad that he cut off his hair and became a monk. From then on, he became anonymous and escaped into Buddhism.

At the age of 36, he abandoned the monks and became a Taoist, founded Qingyunpu Taoist Temple in Nanchang, and lived in seclusion here. In his later years, he lived alone in a shabby room outside Zhangjiang Gate, making a living by selling paintings, living in a lonely and poor place. spent his later years.

Gao Mingcheng recalled the painter's life and couldn't help but think of Van Gogh again.

It’s not easy for people who engage in art. They were poor during their lifetime, but their paintings have been fetched sky-high prices after their death!
Unfortunately, this honor is difficult for the painter himself to obtain.

I have to say that Grandma Song is still very discerning, and the two things she took out later are both exquisite!
After looking at the things, Gao Mingcheng said calmly: "Grandma Song, you think I am a good person, and I think you are a good person too. I like both of these two things better, one has a nice color, The meaning is good, there will be more than enough every year! So I am willing to buy one for 100 yuan. Do you want to sell it?"

"100 yuan each? Not much more?" Grandma Song hesitated. She touched the pastel gourd snuff bottle with a look of reluctance on her face.

She said: "This snuff bottle was my grandfather's favorite snuff bottle! However, my father later became a heavy smoker and rarely used this snuff bottle."

Gao Mingcheng said: "Although this snuff bottle looks good, it is small! Look, it is only so big and can be worth 100 yuan, which is already good!"

Gao Mingcheng's words are pure deception!
Where can I find a big snuff bottle?Moreover, porcelain depends on its workmanship, glaze color, age and place of production. It doesn’t mean that it is valuable if it is big, and it does not mean that it is worthless if it is small.

The ancestors of Grandma Song must have been landlords in this area, and the family had a lot of money. Unfortunately, due to the decline of the family and the times, Grandma Song seemed to be illiterate.

Otherwise, she wouldn't have put the copy of "Zhi Yanzhai's Review of Stones" in the wooden box.

Gao Mingcheng continued: "Grandma Song, look at this painting again. It's not big, there is only one fish! There is no color in the painting, it is just painted with ink! If it didn't have a good meaning, how could it be worth 100 yuan? ?dont you agree?"

The corners of Grandma Song's eyes twitched again, and she couldn't help but say: "My grandpa also liked this painting very much. It used to be hung in my grandpa's study!"

Because the snuff bottle and the painting were both beloved by Grandma Song's grandfather, Grandma Song was a little excited.

Gao Mingcheng wanted to retreat in order to advance again, and was about to leave, but this time Grandma Song did not call him to stop, but said resolutely: "300 yuan! If you agree, I will sell it to you!"

"300 yuan?! Such two little things cost 300 yuan..." Gao Mingcheng haggled habitually.

If you don't have business, you won't be a traitor.

But seeing the reluctance on Grandma Song's face, he finally agreed to the price. After all, these two items were very valuable!
Of course, 300 yuan is a lot of money in the village!

This is the so-called information gap, and many people rely on information gap to make money.

Gao Mingcheng said: "Okay, okay, it's not easy for you, just three hundred! Grandma Song, your ancestors smoked snuff and smoked cigarettes, so they must have lost all their family property, right? You still have It’s not easy to leave these things behind.”

After selling it for 300 yuan as she wished, Grandma Song put a smile on her face and said: "Hey, thanks to my father who lost all the family property, otherwise we would have suffered a lot in those years!"

Seeing that her tone was relaxed and she seemed quite proud, Gao Mingcheng couldn't help but smile.

It seems that Grandma Song’s father lost all his family property before a certain critical period, and then suddenly changed from a rich farmer to a poor farmer!
Grandma Song continued: "After my father started smoking, he began to sell the land, livestock, and the things my grandparents had saved. Later, my mother felt that this was not enough, so she picked up a few things behind her back XZ He got up. Hey, at that time my father had almost lost all the family property, and my mother looked left and right, but she only found this little thing and hid it."

Grandma Song sighed.

These things had been hidden underground for more than ten years. It was only a few years ago that she remembered this and asked her sons to dig them out.

Fortunately, her grandfather's favorite snuff bottles and paintings were still in good condition.

It's just a pity that these things were originally passed on to her brother, but her brother fell ill and died young.

Then the thing fell on her head.

This brought up the past, and Grandma Song couldn't help but say a few more words, full of emotion.

At this moment, the news that Grandma Song sold junk for 350 yuan was spread throughout the village by the little kids squatting on the wall and watching.

So those who went home to look for things listened and moved their hands faster and faster.

Soon, Grandma Song’s next-door neighbor got there first.

She held a jar of pickled vegetables and ran over with a smile, trying to sell it at a high price.

In the south, pickles are usually only picked in winter. The jar is empty now, but there is still a smell of pickles.

Another business came to the door, and Gao Mingcheng immediately cheered up.

But before he could identify the jar, someone else came looking for it with something, so Gao Mingcheng borrowed the yard from Grandma Song and said he would receive the goods here.

Grandma Song readily agreed and at the same time stared at the things brought by the villagers with a pair of shrewd eyes. She wanted to use these to judge whether there was anything wrong with the price Gao Mingcheng offered her.

As a result, after all the sales were completed, Grandma Gao found that she was sold at the highest price. Many people only sold her for 60 or [-] yuan, and some people even sold it for more than [-] yuan.

But everyone knew that Grandma Song sold it for 350 yuan, so they wanted to raise the price.

But those things were indeed not as valuable as the snuff bottles and Bada Shanren paintings that Grandma Song took out, but they were not too offending, so he reasoned that Grandma Song was the first person willing to sell his things, so he went out. The price is just a little higher.

As soon as these words came out, those women who were half a beat slower than Grandma Song were so angry that they all looked at Grandma Song with envy and hatred.

Grandma Song found out that she was the one who sold it at the highest price, and she felt proud.

After Gao Mingcheng left with most of the car's things, Grandma Song touched Song Xiaomi's head and said with a smile: "Grandma will cut the meat for you to eat! I will also give your eldest brother a wife!"

Song Xiaomi was only about six years old. When she heard that there was meat to eat, she grinned, ran to the field, and loudly told her elder brother that he was going to have a wife.

The child's unbridled words made the people working in the fields burst into laughter.

Everyone joked about Song Xiaomi's eldest brother Song Jingu, which made Song Jingu blush, but he was also looking forward to it in his heart, because he was in love with a girl from the next village and needed a gift to propose marriage!
Gao Mingcheng didn't know the joy of the Song family, but his joy was already reflected on his face.

On the way home, he hummed the song "Beier Shuang" all the way, and his heart was about to fly!
The highest transaction price of Bada Shanren’s calligraphy and paintings in later generations was 1.187 million yuan!

This price may be due to many factors, but it also means that the painting in his hand has great room for appreciation!
Not to mention selling for [-] million, several million or even tens of millions should be possible!
In such a situation, he should express his inner joy through singing.

Driving the tractor, facing the wind, he sang loudly.

……

Cool, cool, cool!
The sky is so bright and the earth is so wide

Love is so turbulent, heart is so turbulent

The song is so melodious and the song is so crazy
I am happy to see everything. Today I am happy!

……

　This book has not been recommended for more than a month. It is too miserable to add new subscriptions, so every time a chapter is updated, several subscriptions will be dropped. . . .

　　I'm crying, so I wrote a few big chapters so that I can read them slowly and smile~~
　　


(End of this chapter)