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Chapter 156 A piece of paper (third update)
Shi Tao and Bada Shanren, another master of painting in the late Ming and early Qing Dynasties, are related by blood, because they are both descendants of the royal family of the Ming Dynasty, although they are a little far apart.

Shi Tao's name is Zhu Ruoji, and Bada Shanren's name is Zhu Da.Zhu Da is the direct descendant of Zhu Yuanzhang, who is a man of the Eight Classics, and the ninth grandson of Zhu Quan, the No.17 son of Zhu Yuanzhang.And Zhu Ruoji belongs to the branch of Zhu Yuanzhang's nephew.

In terms of seniority, Shi Tao is several generations younger than Bada Shanren, and his great-grandson is almost the same.However, Bada Shanren is only ten years older than Shi Tao, and the two are friends, have exchanged letters, and have collaborated together, such as the famous "Orchid and Bamboo Picture".

Yu Yao looked at this picture of autumn mountains and frosty trees, and he didn't speak for a moment, but his heart was shaken.This talent is really amazing!
From the perspective of brushwork and composition, this painting has both form and spirit, and the ink is dripping, which is more like Shi Tao's handwriting in his later years.

Shi Tao is the best at using ink. The color of ink can produce "Qi", and the state is very good. If you want to imitate it, it is very difficult to do it just because of this.

Furthermore, his style is full of "changing" factors. Even in the same painting, the style of painting often changes.

This has something to do with his upbringing. Although he is a descendant of the royal family, he was only three years old when the Ming Dynasty died.Although he later became a monk, Kangxi toured the south. As a descendant of the royal family of the Ming Dynasty, and a monk who had already become a monk, he still picked him up twice, shouting long live.

Noble but unwilling to be lonely, contradictory and indignant all his life.However, it is also this situation, coupled with his talent, that has created his achievements in painting. The changeable dynamics and the special tension of tossing and turning are exactly his uniqueness.

Aloof and unique artists are often accompanied by mental abnormalities, as is Shi Tao's "relative" Bada Shanren.Bada Shanren was not the same as Shi Tao. When the Ming Dynasty fell, he was already an adult, and then he shaved his hair and became a monk.Amidst the ups and downs, he was mentally disturbed for a time, and then isolated from the world.

Bada Shanren uses very little ink, and his brushstrokes are concise, with infinite meaning and rhyme in the sparseness.The most well-known is the eyes of the creatures in the works, regardless of fish or birds, they often stare blankly. In fact, what is shown here is not his lonely soul that has nowhere to rest?

"There are not many ink spots and many tears, and the mountains and rivers are still the old mountains and rivers."

Shi Tao, on the other hand, is in a relatively smooth situation compared to Badashanren, but his inner conflicts are still unable to be unified. His paintings have another kind of charm.

Shi Tao's fans have never been broken from the Qing Dynasty to the Republic of China to the present, and there are many masters of calligraphy and painting among them.

At this moment, seeing Yu Yao pondering over and over but not speaking, Cai Chi Huang couldn't help but get up and say, "What are you thinking about? What's the matter if you procrastinate?"

"You're in a hurry." Yu Yao left the counter, went back to the Eight Immortals table and sat down, lit a cigarette, and the smoke curled up:

"This is not Shi Tao's authentic work!"

Cai Chihuang's eyes changed, but he sneered again, "The conclusion is not important, the key is to point out the evidence! Otherwise, the yellow-mouthed child can also say it!"

"That's natural." Yu Yao raised his hand, "Sit down, you've already lost. And you know it's not Shi Tao's authentic work."

Cai Chihuang snorted, but did not sit down.

Yu Yao continued, "With all due respect, I can't see any difference between this painting and Shi Tao's authentic one, from the brushwork and ink color to the inscription printing."

Cai Chihuang frowned slightly, but still didn't look directly at Yu Yao.

"Let's talk about the mounting. I can see this. The shaft head and the old silk used should be from the early Qing Dynasty, but the mounting work is from the period of the Republic of China..."

Cai Chihuang interrupted, "The mounting may not be the same age as the original painting, it's normal for old paintings to be re-framed!"

"That's right! This can't be used to deny that it's Shi Tao's authentic work, I'm just pointing it out one by one. The rest is just this paper!"

When Yu Yao said this, Cai Pengxi couldn't help but returned to sit down at the table of the Eight Immortals. He silently lit a cigarette, didn't speak, and was ready to listen carefully.

Cai Chihuang's expression finally changed obviously, although he still didn't sit down, his feet moved, and he turned to face Yu Yao.

Yu Yao cleared his throat, "This paper is rice paper from the period of the Republic of China! Although it is well-worn and has no flaws, but the strong light shines through, the cloud filaments in the rice paper are still different from those in the early Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China."

It was only then that Cai Pengxi realized that just now Yu Yao was holding a bright flashlight and a magnifying glass, but repeatedly looked at the blank space of the painting heart, not the ink and brush, so it turned out that he was not looking at the painting, but at the paper!
"You understand all this?!" Cai Chihuang couldn't help crying.

"It's easy to understand. The key is not to understand, but that although there are differences, the differences are very subtle! Even if you understand, you may not be able to see it! In fact, the ratio of raw materials for making rice paper, green sandalwood bark and sandalwood straw has basically remained the same. However, papermaking technology is also relatively stable; fortunately, the early Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China were separated by nearly 300 years after all!"

"What's the difference?" After Cai Pengxi asked, he suddenly felt a slip of the tongue and couldn't help but smile awkwardly.

No one can easily pass on such profound identification secrets.

Those who meet are not difficult, those who are difficult will not.Not to mention the subtle difference between the cloud filaments in the rice paper that Yu Yao said, for those who don't understand rice paper and calligraphy and painting, even rice paper and calligraphy and painting paper may not be able to distinguish clearly.

The so-called "xuan paper" on the market for one or two hundred and one dollars (100 sheets) is actually just calligraphy and painting paper.How can real rice paper be so cheap?

Especially the old rice paper, not to mention the old ones, the old rice paper in the early 80s, with a price of four feet of red star special clean skin, the market price has reached [-] to [-].

The so-called longevity of paper is millennium, the older the rice paper, the better for writing and painting.

Yu Yao also smiled, "You don't need to be like this, old man, it's okay to talk about it, because it's all conventional things, and you have to rely on your eyesight in the end. The cloudy filaments densely covered in the rice paper are actually green sandalwood bark fibers. The tendons of straw can be found. The number and distribution of tendons in the green sandalwood skin fibers of Xuan paper in the early Qing Dynasty are slightly different from those in the period of the Republic of China. But the specific difference is still the same sentence, too subtle!"

"A piece of paper is so wonderful!" Cai Pengxi kept clapping his palms, "I admire you, I admire you!"

Cai Chihuang didn't express his opinion.

Then Cai Pengxi looked directly at Cai Chihuang, "Manly man! How can you keep silent at this time? Right? Is it an imitation of the Republic of China?"

"Yes!" Cai Chihuang suddenly sat down on the chair like a deflated ball.

But Yu Yao put out the cigarette butt, stood up, walked to the counter again, pointed at the painting, "What I said, must be done!"

"Huh?" Cai Pengxi and Cai Chihuang looked at Yu Yao together.

"Although it's an imitation, I've said it before, and I can't say that the author counts me as the loser! During the Republic of China, there was only one person who could have such shocking and high imitation skills!"

(End of this chapter)