Year: I had a good time when I was young

Chapter 617 Spending a lot of money to get the golden elixir

Gong Changqing was very happy when he saw that Chu Xiangqian was indeed fascinated by the techniques and artistic conception of calligraphy and painting.

This apprentice originally collected antiques because he had spare money, but then he felt that the antiques were not valuable at this time, so he wanted to pick them up and wait for their value to increase in the future.

At first, I was worried about him spending money arbitrarily, but since then, I have been getting 7 yuan from selling dried fish every month from the steel rolling mill and the street.

After another trip to the Magnesium Country and a winter stay at the ranch, I no longer doubted this apprentice's financial resources.

Since you don’t have to worry about money, you will naturally not let go of good things when you come across them.

Fortunately, over the past year and a half, Chu Xiangqian has collected more and more good things, and his mentality has gradually shifted from picking up things to learning and studying.

At this time, Chu Xiangqian's own paintings were not necessarily very good, but after seeing too many master-level ancient paintings, he felt a sense of grandeur.

Also, even Old Man Gong felt that the calligraphy Chu Xiangqian was currently writing was one or two levels higher than what he had practiced for thirty or forty years.

It can be said that his talent in this area is as good as kung fu and makes people jealous.

Moreover, painting is much more difficult than practicing calligraphy. Fortunately, although Gong Changqing is not a master in calligraphy and painting, he still has no problem teaching Chu Xiangqian.

Fortunately, Chu Xiangqian was not short of money. Anyway, he earned 7 yuan a month just from selling dried fish to the streets and steel rolling mills.

The sudden drop in temperature immediately made Chu Xiangqian and Yixiantian worried.

As for landscape painting, now that I have begun to practice calligraphy, calligraphy and painting are not divided into different genres, and I have so many ancient paintings by famous artists. Just copying them is enough for Chu Qianqian to practice for a long time.

After more than a year, I could only copy a dozen copies.

Whether you practice calligraphy well or not, it’s actually better to write more and practice more.

Anyway, I'm still young, and no matter how well I practice, my paintings probably won't be able to sell for a high price while I'm still alive.

As for whether he can create his own style in the future, that is a matter for the future, but once he does, Chu Xiangqian will at least be a master of his own style in calligraphy.

Just take your time.

Therefore, Chu Xiangqian left a way out for himself. Not only did his master and his wife agree with it, but Yi Yitian and Gong Er would occasionally give a few hints.

Chu Xiangqian frowned slightly when he thought of this.

As for why he didn't stay in the Qianmen Courtyard, Chu Xiangqian just said that if these treasures were now hidden in the hilltop villa on Hong Kong Island, it would be safer than hiding them in the capital, so Old Man Gong could only remain silent.

To put it bluntly, Chu Xiangqian has a photographic memory, and his mastery of his muscles and bones is much higher than that of ordinary people.

Chu Xiangqian never thought about becoming a master of calligraphy and would start practicing calligraphy. It was just a tool for himself to meditate.

There was no words all night, and when Chu Qianqian woke up the next morning with Xue Jinglan in his arms, the snow outside the house was already knee-deep, and it was completely white.

It's a pity that Chu Xiangqian is not as active as practicing calligraphy, which takes several days or even a month to paint a painting.

When I heard Chu Xiangqian say that he had purchased a lot of properties on Hong Kong Island, he also bought two ranches in the suburbs of London and in the south of England.

Of course, you can buy good things now, and Chu Xiangqian doesn't mind buying them early. Anyway, the fish is nothing for him.

In this state of mind, the more I write, the smoother I feel.

8 a year, no matter what, you can receive dozens of items.

The master and apprentice then studied and handed over the remaining fifty or so pieces of porcelain, calligraphy, painting, and jade. It was already 11 o'clock in the night.

Among them, Downton Abbey covers an area of ​​5 acres, and the master and others felt relieved.

Thinking of this, Chu Xiangqian shook his head helplessly. It seemed that it was basically impossible to get 2% or 3% of the normal price like last year.

And it can be predicted that from next year onwards, if China becomes less and less short of food, the really good things it can receive will definitely be much less.

The treasures ordered, three to five hundred, seven to eight hundred are all gone.

And these antiques can really sell for good prices, at least until the 90s.

Generally good stuff, one or two hundred is enough.

Seeing that he often finished a painting in one morning or two or three hours, you knew that you couldn't learn the essence, but Chu Xiangqian didn't care.

Including the antiques collected by the master last year, there are more than two hundred pieces in total.

After all, Chu Xiangqian is now a veritable super capitalist. Even if he is as wealthy as Old Man Gong, he will suddenly wake up at night and no longer feel sleepy.

Also, during the stormy period four or five years later, porcelain, calligraphy and painting will be sold at bargain prices.

But I also had a more intuitive understanding of Chu Xiangqian's ability to make money. My wife sometimes jokes that he is the reincarnation of the God of Wealth.

Last year, there were 159 items. In the eight months since the master and his friends came back from the ranch in April this year, they only received 4 items. This shows that there are far fewer collectors who are really short of food this year.

Chu Xiangqian was not in a hurry to collect all the treasures in the secret room into the Novice Village warehouse. Instead, he planned to spend a few days pretending to take away some of them every day to avoid Old Man Gong becoming suspicious.

Just writing and writing, I thought to myself, since I have already practiced calligraphy, I might as well get serious about it.

This kind of thing has never been stopped from ancient times to the present. Chu Xiangqian also knew that even if he was angry, it would be in vain, so he simply stopped thinking about it.

Then he began to imitate many people, and finally when he could imitate all the calligraphy of famous calligraphers that he could no longer see, his level was actually better than 9% of the calligraphers of this era.

After all, a lot of the 30,000 to 40,000 tons of grain shipped by sea every month goes directly to the capital. If you think about it, you will know where a lot of this grain has gone. Maybe even the higher-ups don't know where it has gone.

Of course, it's possible that someone else has started collecting those rare antiques.

As for using some meat in exchange for Tang Bohu's paintings, it will definitely become a delusion.

Imitate first, then wait for the imitator. Even Gong Changqing, the master, can no longer see the problem just from the handwriting.

Although Gong Er has been in good health for the past year and a half and does not look like a sick person on a daily basis, when he came to the capital at the beginning of last year, the Chinese medicine expert he saw told him not to catch cold.

Although winter on Hong Kong Island is humid, the temperature is generally in the teens or 20s. But even if there are fire pits in the capital in winter, the temperature outside the house is often several degrees below zero, or even more than ten degrees below zero.

If someone doesn't pay attention, he might catch a cold.

Chu Qianqian, who was in the main room of the central courtyard, dressed and freshened up under Xue Jinglan's service, went out to the house where Gong Er lived in the backyard, and heard the voices of Yixiantian, Master Shiniang, and Lao Jiang coming from the house.

After hearing a few words, I just wanted to get on a plane as soon as possible and fly to the ranch to escape the cold.

Chu Xiangqian naturally had no objection to this, and as soon as his master came back last night, he took him to the secret room to see the antiques he had collected in the past six months.

In fact, I have already made plans to fly to the ranch in the next few days.

After all, it is already early December, and the temperature in Beijing is already around zero degrees.

I just didn't expect that there was a sudden heavy snowfall last night. Fortunately, the temperature was actually a little warmer on a snowy day that just started snowing.

If we wait until the snow starts to melt and there is a strong wind of level 4 or 5, it will be as cold as a knife.

Seeing Chu Qianqian knocking on the door and coming in, several old men and women immediately looked at him.

Chu Qianqian didn't hesitate, "I'll ask my second uncle and Zhang Haiyang to drive over right now, and then notify the crew members to get ready for the flight. I'll try to get the plane inspected at the airport at noon, fill up the fuel, and leave." He just asked Chu What Qiang Xiang didn't expect was that there was no problem with the plane and the crew, but it started to snow again at noon, and the captain and co-pilot did not dare to take the risk of taking off and delayed the landing.

What made Chu jump forward even more was that the master and his wife, who had made preparations in the morning, took a car to the airport after lunch. After encountering heavy snow and unable to take off, they had to return to the Qianmen Courtyard.

In the evening, there was a cold wind and the failure to leave. Gong Er was probably in a bad mood. Disappointed, his resistance weakened and he actually started to have a fever.

Chu Xiangqian was so angry that he cursed his mother outside the backyard room. Not long after, Xue Jianguo and Zhang Haiyang finally invited the national player who had treated Gong Er last year.

Chu Xiangqian didn't say anything. When they met, a stack of medical fees worth 1 yuan was delivered to the middle-aged man holding a medicine box next to the elderly man.

Then, before Dr. Wang could refuse, Chu Qianqian said, "Mr. Wang, as long as my uncle is cured, I will transport 5 tons of rice from Hong Kong Island and donate it to your hometown for free."

Wang Zuquan and Wang Wei swallowed subconsciously after hearing this. Xue Jianguo on the side didn't have any special expression, but Zhang Haiyang's mouth opened wide, as if he could swallow an egg in shock.

As for the master, Yixiantian and Lao Jiang, their eyes looking forward to Chu were full of relief.

The teacher's wife, Xue Jinglan, Hong Kong Sheng, Feifei and Aiyuan were all in the room looking after Gong Er.

After Wang Wei came to his senses, he hurriedly looked at his biological father, and saw Wang Zuquan's energy was shaken, and he nodded with a serious expression, "Don't worry, boss, the old man will do his best."

Five thousand tons of rice is equivalent to 1 million kilograms. Even in the capital, if you save a little, it is enough to feed the entire city for two days.

If it were the county where the ancestral home is in the northwest, hundreds of thousands of people could survive for a month.

This kind of thing cannot be helped by the Wang family's father and son not being attentive, and even Old Man Wang faintly regretted treating Gong Er last year.

If this can't be cured, who knows whether the young man in front of him will hold a grudge against his family in the future.

However, when he thought about his original intention of hearing that Gong Er was in the Northeast and abandoned Ma San, who had been living a small life, he did not hesitate to agree to treat Gong Er.

He secretly thought that as long as he had a clear conscience, he would not be afraid of this young man messing around.

Of course, Chu Xiangqian wouldn't be that stupid. A person like this who serves as Ouchi's personal physician would be a fool to touch him.

As for five thousand tons of rice, it is really simple for him, and it doesn't seem too ostentatious.

But half an hour later, the Wang family father and his son did not look good after checking Gong Er's pulse.

Wang Wei's face turned a little pale. It seemed that like his father, he was having random thoughts.

After a while, Wang Zuquan sighed and said, "The only way now is to ask Jin Yitang to see if the golden elixir in his hand is of any use."

The expressions of Master, Mistress, Yixiantian and Lao Jiang changed from gloomy to expectant in an instant.

The four old men and women before them probably knew that Gong Er could not survive for a few more years, but in the past year, Gong Er acted as if he had not suffered any internal injuries.

This gave them hope that Gong Er could live another seven to eight to ten years.

It was just a heavy snowfall that made Gong Er's body weaken quickly. One can imagine the unwillingness and regret in his heart.

Chu Qianqian frowned and felt that the name was familiar after hearing it.

After thinking about it for a while, I remembered that it seemed like a miracle doctor in a TV series I had watched when I was very young.

Then memories began to emerge. This Jin Yitou was played by Uncle Ge's father.

Also, the old man's two daughters, Jin Xiu and Jin Zhi, are both beautiful women, especially the second daughter Jin Zhi, who plays the role of Ren Yingying.

It's just that when she was young, Miss Xu still had baby fat on her face, and she was indeed not as refined and charming as she was after she turned 30.

As for the so-called "golden elixir", it is nothing more than a traditional Chinese medicine elixir specially used to treat difficult and complicated diseases and save lives.

According to the TV series, the effect of this medicine is indeed outrageous.

In this case, I must buy one for Gong Er to try.

If it is really useful, even if it costs one million or ten million to buy it, or if it is cheated and abducted, Chu Xiangqian will not hesitate at all.

After Chu Xiangqian thought for a while, he turned back and said to Xue Jinglan, "Take Ah Sheng, Feifei, and Eyuan to get a hundred large yellow croakers."

Then he looked at Mr. Wang and said, "One hundred is not enough, just two hundred. If two hundred is not enough, then let him set the price."

Even if it's one million or five million, give me one day to send someone to pick it up.

If it still doesn't sell, don't blame me for grabbing it. "

The others frowned slightly after hearing this, but Xianxian nodded.

The old man was so anxious that he could return to being the killer he was before without any hesitation.

Fortunately, Chu Xiangqian also said to spend money to buy it.

One large yellow croaker is equivalent to 10 taels of gold. At the current gold price in the mainland, it is equivalent to 2200 yuan.

One hundred pills is 22, and two hundred is 44. If you still can't get a golden elixir, don't blame Chu Qianqian for grabbing it.

Even if you hit someone and someone is blamed, I believe that with just a few curses, the matter will be over.

The Wang family father and son were once again shocked by Chu Xiangqian's financial resources.

Xue Jinglan nodded hurriedly and took Hong Kong Sheng, Feifei and Eyuan to the main room in the middle courtyard.

From the moment he called his immediate boss, Old Man Tang, to find a doctor, Chu Xiangqian had already thought that if the doctor he found couldn't cure Gong Er, he would spend a lot of money to seek medical treatment.

Or asking for three hundred years of ginseng or something, so in the afternoon he took out two hundred and large yellow croakers from the warehouse in Xinshou Village.

Otherwise, I wouldn't have just said two hundred, but three to five hundred, no problem.

If three to five hundred years of ginseng was not enough, Chu Xiangqian actually hesitated whether to take Gong Er into Novice Village and fill her with several bottles of blood.

But this idea was rejected by him within a few seconds.

This kind of secret cannot be told to the wife or children, and it is impossible to make an exception for the uncle.

So now he can only use money to buy Gong Er a chance to continue living.

And what he said about 2 large yellow croakers not only moved Master Shiniang, Yixiantian, Lao Jiang, Wang and his son, Xue Jianguo, and Zhang Haiyang.

Even Gong Er, who was lying down in the room, was very happy.

He secretly said that he had broken his oath and passed the Gong family's sixty-four hands to Chu Qianqian.

When Xue Jinglan and the other four came back carrying two small boxes, Xue Jianguo and Zhang Haiyang hurried over to take them.

Unexpectedly, after Xue Jinglan and the others put it down, they went back to the middle courtyard to pick it up again, and then placed a total of two hundred large yellow croakers on two mahogany tables.

The eight small boxes were opened, and instantly the room lit up with a golden light.

(End of this chapter)