Live appraising treasures, I became a national treasure expert?

Li Cheng is good at painting distant peaks, and mostly paints distant cold mountains. His painting method is simple and his brushwork is sharp. The most important feature of his works is that he is "easy to use light ink" and is known as he cherishes ink like gold.Look at the paperweight: the smokey forest is clear, the weather is desolate, and the color of the mountain forest is lighter than the clouds.

Fan Kuan learned from Li Cheng, but his style is completely opposite: he is good at using heavy ink, and his painting style is dark and vast, all the close-ups on this paperweight are like this. If you don't look carefully, you won't even know where the soil is and where the stone is. Can't tell the difference.

Two completely different painting methods are used in the same painting. What is rare is that there is no sense of separation and the contrast is extremely obvious.

It must not have been painted by these two people, because the time is wrong: although this paperweight is not as late as the "early morning" mentioned by the boss, it is not as early as the Song Dynasty, at least in the early and middle Ming Dynasty.

The handwriting is also well written, with the style of Zhao Ti, but more elegant, thin and hard. The handwriting is strong and powerful, like a silver hook or an iron stroke.It is said that seeing words is like seeing people. Looking at this calligraphy style, you can guess some of the character of the writer: upright, magnanimous, sonorous and powerful!

Let’s look at the content again:

The most precious thing is the name and integrity, the most important thing is the king's relatives.

The place where you live is seeking comfort, and the clothes you wear are old and new.

Not clear or turbid, neither bending nor stretching.

There are only three sentences, which are like praise and motto.The meaning is not difficult to understand, and it is consistent with the calligraphy style: magnanimous and straightforward!
Thinking about it this way, it seems a bit like self-evaluation.

After thinking about it, he felt that he had no impression of these lines of poetry, so Li Ding'an continued to read.

First look at the tire. It is indeed white porcelain, but the color of the tire is white with gray in it. The body is thick and the shape of the vessel is rough. This shows that the tire making technology and design level are not very good.

Looking at the glaze, the typical "multicolored on glaze" porcelain of the Ming Dynasty was fired into a plain body at high temperature, then painted on the body after it was released, and then put into the furnace for a second time to solidify at low temperature.

The firing level is also average. The glaze layer is too thick and the transparency is not very high. It has obvious characteristics of the late Longquan kiln. It also borrows some of the firing techniques of the "white ground and black flower ware" of the Cizhou kiln, and the style is a bit mixed.

Combined with the background of the times, it just fits the style of Longquan kiln in the late Yuan and early Ming dynasties: the ability to innovate is increasingly insufficient, so we can only learn from it.But the more you borrow, the more they look different, and the workmanship becomes rougher, so sales naturally get worse and worse.

It’s really like Wang Xiaoer’s Chinese New Year, and every year is worse than the last.A few furnaces were occasionally turned on in the early morning and the middle of the Ming Dynasty, but by the middle and late Ming Dynasty, the Longquan kiln had completely disappeared.

Based on this, it can be inferred that this piece is a paperweight from a folk kiln in Zhejiang during the Ming Dynasty. The quality can only be said to be average.The only praiseworthy thing is that the colors are relatively bright, the painting skills are pretty good, and um... the handwriting is pretty good too!
However, the label did not mention the painting or the words. It only introduced that it was an overglaze multicolored porcelain from Longquan kiln in the Ming Dynasty, with an estimated value of 12.Looking at the appraiser, he is indeed an expert at the cultural fair, but his surname is not Du...

As he was watching carefully, a strange sound of "roaring, roaring" suddenly came from behind him. He turned around and saw that Professor Zhou's face was purple, his hands were on his knees, and he was panting heavily, as if he had just finished a marathon.

Not far away, Zhou Qing's legs moved very fast, and he was in front of him in a "whoosh". His forehead was sparkling, and a closer look showed that his forehead was covered with sweat.

It shouldn't be, it's only 30 meters... Hmm, this look?

Staring at the paperweight, I wanted to swallow it.

Good guys, so this is what you are looking for?

I didn't pay much attention to it at first, but I just thought the painting style was a bit weird. I haven't finished reading it yet. The father and son are like crazy dogs seeing meat. Even a fool knows what's going on?

Now I am just trying my best to spend some points to study this thing and understand it...

Suddenly, Li Ding'an was 120% energetic.

Well, this painting?

Hey, this word?

Hey, this poem?

Li Ding'an's eyes lit up every time he looked at them, gradually, like a kilowatt lamp powered on.

The more seriously he looked, the more nervous Professor Zhou became: Nine times out of ten, it was this one.

Colored white porcelain on glaze, dirty glaze, yellowish body, thick shape... typical Longquan kiln porcelain of the Yuan and Ming dynasties.

The painting style imitates the northern style of landscape painting...well, it seems to have a bit of the "Cirrus School" style.

There are also those few lines of poetry, the characters are a bit small. I didn’t see them clearly at the time, but I heard Lao Du reciting a sentence: unclear but not muddy, unyielding and unyielding.

Isn't this right?

In an instant, Professor Zhou gritted his teeth and wanted to slap his son on the face: I asked you to be careful, be careful, what will be the result?

Even people are sitting here and have their hands on everything, and you haven’t even noticed...

The sweat on Zhou Qing's forehead became even more intense: He had racked his brains and brains to set up such an out, and just when he was about to get the thing, Cheng Yaojing suddenly appeared in the middle of the road?

Where did you come from? Well, why are you so young?

Professor Zhou is also a little strange: at this age, he should not be an expert, but judging from his appraisal method, it cannot be learned in three or two years.

Just as he was surprised, the young man let out a "ha" sound.

It was as if he was enlightened and suddenly enlightened. His face was full of realization: "Why are you so weird?"

The father and son felt a thump in their hearts. Zhou Qing couldn't hold it back and pushed forward: "What's so weird?"

Wondering?
I won’t tell you...

Li Ding'an chuckled and put the paperweight on the stall: "Boss, make it cheaper!"

"Really buy?"

"Isn't that nonsense?"

The seller cheered up and made a scissor hand gesture with a "swish" gesture, and said with great momentum: "20!"

"make a deal!"

"Huh? Haha... I'm blind!"

"Wait?"

The one who said "haha" was the seller, and the one who said "wait a minute" was Zhou Qing.

Li Ding ignored the situation and took out his cell phone in a leisurely manner: "Boss, come on, pay the bill!"

"You wait a minute..."

The seller was unhappy: "What are you doing?"

"I'm not talking about you, I'm talking about him..."

"You said no one can do it...well, do you know each other?"

"do not know!"

"Then you want to buy it too?"

Just when he was about to say buy, Professor Zhou poked him, and Zhou Qing suddenly realized: if he nodded, it would be a good deal today, and there would be only one outcome: no one could buy it.

"I don't buy..."

"If you don't buy it, I'm calling you a hammer. You're going to get slapped, right? Little brother, ignore him. Come on, scan the QR code..."

The payment was very fast, and the payment was received in almost seconds. It was sure that there was no missing zero. The seller was so happy that he gritted his teeth.

"Little brother, hold on, I'll pack the box for you... Stuff more sponges, and the insurance... buckle it here..."

With a "click" sound, the box was fastened and handed over. The seller even sat down and said, "Good go!"

Looking at the enthusiasm, you can tell that even if it sells for 20, he will definitely make a lot of money.

Li Ding'an lifted the box, and the father and son followed closely behind.

"What's the matter with you two?"

"Oh, it's okay... we just looked familiar to that paperweight, like a relic of an old friend, so he was a little anxious!"

As expected of an expert, he speaks as soon as he opens his mouth.Will it become a relic of your ancestors after a while?
"You are wrong!"

"You must have read it right... Just let me take a look and I'll know!"

"No time!"

"Little brother, don't you know who I am?"

I know you...

……

"How about you make a price?"

……

"What's your name, little brother?"

……

"Where is the high school?"

..."My family must be well off, and I can buy millions of things on demand!"

……

The father and son followed closely behind, and Zhou Jinsong kept talking, which made Li Dingan very annoyed.

That is, in the communication area, it is estimated that the seller has not left yet, otherwise he would have to let these two men know: what it means to be a good person and to send Buddha to the west!
After enduring it all the time, he passed the turnstile and entered the venue. Li Dingan went up to the second floor again.

……

"Hey, Expert Zhou?"

"Hello there!"

"Professor Zhou, are you not here today?"

"Roll break!"

"Teacher Zhou, are you shopping?"

"Yes, turn around!"

As soon as he entered the venue, more people greeted him. Seeing Li Ding'an walking faster and faster, Zhou Jinsong was extremely anxious and had to try hard to maintain the image of an expert.

When they arrived at the calligraphy and painting area on the second floor, Li Ding'an stopped, and the father and son finally breathed a sigh of relief: This kid is simply not a human being. He carried four boxes as if his hands were made of paper. He still ran so fast... his legs couldn't follow him. Shivered.

Lei Mingzhen and Duan Mu had already arrived a while ago. Seeing that he was carrying a bunch of things, they hurriedly greeted him.

"How many more...four pieces did you pick up, and how much did they cost?"

"More than 100 million!"

"Take it apart and have a look?"

"Don't worry!" Li Ding'an put down the box in an orderly manner, "Wait for the two people at the back!"

"Who are these two?"

"Just the expert I mentioned before!"

"Do you still dare to catch up?"

"They didn't recognize me..."

"What do you mean?"

"You'll find out later!"

"Pretend to be a ghost..."

"Azhen, you are like this...forget it, your goal is too big...Mr. Duan, please do me a favor!"

"Teacher Li, you said..."

……

The three of them whispered, but the two of them were a little confused: Why does this big black guy look so familiar?

I remembered: This person bought that purple clay pot.

Well, there is one more thing on display. Looking at the box, it seems to be the blue and white statue.

I understand, these three are in a group...

In an instant, Zhou Jinsong was surprised but happy.

Surprisingly, someone other than him also got the inside information.Moreover, they were one step ahead. There were only about ten leaks that Lao Du deliberately leaked, and they actually got half of them.

More importantly, they also have the paperweight that can be regarded as the treasure of the museum.On the other hand, I have set up traps and set traps, and so far I haven't caught a single hair.

Thinking of this, Zhou Jinsong wanted to give Zhou Qing a few slaps: If this bastard hadn't been drunk and talked too much, how could he have provoked those idiots.The father and son came quietly, one to look at and the other to buy. How could it be the turn of these three people?
Fortunately, I was lucky enough to be captured by myself.As the old saying goes: ill-gotten gains come to those who see them!
But we haven’t reached that point yet, let’s try to see if we can trick it first…

Zhou Jinsong took another step forward with a kind smile on his face: "Don't get me wrong, we are following just to see that paperweight!"

"You don't need to look, I'll just tell you: the items from the Ming Dynasty, Longquan kiln white porcelain, are only in average condition!"

"Then can you give me some love, little brother?" Zhou Jinsong looked average and raised his eyebrows happily: "I'll add [-]. If you're not satisfied, I'll quadruple it!"

After watching me for so long, you still treat me as a novice, thinking I'm easy to fool?

As expected, he is obsessed with money and his eyes are also fascinated...

"I'm not done yet... I just talked about the origin, now let's talk about the origin!"

Zhou Jinsong's heart skipped a beat: "The Longquan kiln in the Ming Dynasty has been completely reduced to a small folk kiln. What origin can it have?"

"Yes! Let's talk about that painting first: Is the artistic conception very unique and the style of writing familiar? Because these two painting methods are inherited from the three painters of the Northern Song Dynasty, Li Cheng and Fan Kuan, and they have classic works handed down from generation to generation. Look Of course it will look familiar if there are too many of them..."

Zhou Jinsong looked confused: Why didn’t I know?
It can be seen that there are shadows of the northern style of landscape painting in the Northern Song Dynasty, and it also uses the cirrus technique of the Zhejiang School in the early Ming Dynasty.

"No impression?" Li Ding'an smiled, "I forgot that you are best at appraising porcelain, and you only have a rough understanding of Chinese painting... Let me tell you directly, this was painted by Dai Jin himself. He studied under Wang Meng and Ni Zan from the Fayuan Family. , these two people also learned from Ma Yuan and Xia Gui of the Four Southern Song Dynasty families, and further forward, they are Li Cheng and Fan Kuan..."

Dai Jin?

Well, Juan Yunzhao, Zhejiang School?

Isn’t Dai Jin the founder of Zhejiang School?
Why was he one of the top ten painters of the Ming Dynasty, so how could he paint on porcelain?
That is the work of the lowest level painter...

Lei Mingzhen came over in a sly manner: "Who is Dai Jin?"

"One of the top ten painters of the Ming Dynasty, the founder of Zhejiang School of Painting!"

"Brother, history has been returned to the teacher a long time ago, so how much do you think his paintings are worth?"

"Three to 400!"

"whispering sound……"

Are you bitching?

When you find out who wrote that poem, your eyes will pop out of your head.

I don’t know if Lei Ming’s eyes will pop out, but Zhou Jinsong’s eyes will pop out anyway.

He stared at the ceiling and recalled the scene over and over again: Li Cheng, Fan Kuan?
To be honest, even if he looked at it now, he still couldn't tell.

This has nothing to do with whether your eyesight is good or not, but rather a lack of time: only a few minutes!

Therefore, this young man definitely didn't see it. He must have known it before, and he knew much more than he did.

Don't even think about cheating, but you may not be able to get it...

Zhou Jinsong became calmer: "What else?"

Li Ding'an thought for a while: "Have you read Sikuquanshu?"

Nearly a billion words...what do I have to spare?

"Say it directly!"

"Those three lines of poems come from "Collection", "Poem Criticism", "Collection of Yu Zhongsu", "Praise to Little Portraits"..."

"Wait a minute, who are you talking about?"

"Yu Zhongsu!"

"Who is Yu Zhongsu?"

"Old Duan, your history is not as good as mine... You are not afraid of being shattered into pieces. You want to leave your innocence in the world——"

"Yu Qian, Yu Shaobao?"

Yu Qian's poem?

But what could happen, there would still be a pile of porcelain printed with the emperor’s poems?
Zhou Jinsong's eyelids couldn't stop twitching: "What else?"

"I've seen the writing too, it's handwriting to be precise!"

"where?"

"In the Forbidden City, Yu Shaobao's "Praise to the Gongzhong Pagoda", as well as "Maoqin Hall Fa Tie" and "Xiao Changlu Pavilion Collection" each contain his handwritten rubbings of "Two Fei Xue Poems". The National Museum also has it, The authentic "Dongcheng Night Watch Post" and "Tianwen Post"..."

Lei Mingzhen's eyes suddenly bulged, and Duan Mu's hands trembled instinctively.

Yu Qian wrote one of his poems on a paperweight...Whose thing does this belong to? (End of chapter)