At first, both of them could drink while chewing bones. But when there were three people at the wine table? The picture is no longer harmonious when there are two people. Lao Biaozi eats pig trotters, and Lao Donkey and Lao Wei eat pig tails. All three of them eat faster, as if they have eaten less? It seemed like I had suffered a huge loss.
The three of them were in a hurry. In less than ten minutes, they had eaten all the pig's trotters and tails. There was a pile of bones in front of each of them. Li Laifu thought that the three of them would lose it. Who knew? The three of them wrapped the bones in straw paper and placed them in front of their stalls. Damn it, Li Laifu opened his eyes and actually ate it again.
The old Biaozi ate the bones and said: "Boy, you are definitely interesting today. I have a huge painting by Zhang Daqian, which I told you was worth 5,000 yuan during the Republic of China. Later it passed into my hands, and I still I thought I missed something."
He sighed again and continued: "He is still alive now. The last time I saw him, his body was stronger than mine, and he was still painting non-stop. If you are not afraid of losing money, I can let him go to you."
Li Laifu thought for a moment, then the old man still has 24 years to live, and the old man is in his 40s, plus 24 years? It is estimated that he will not be able to pass the 74-year-old threshold. Mr. Zhang may have lived longer than Lao Biaozi. He did not run out until 1969. He nodded and saw that Lao Biaozi lived for a short time and said: "Sure. You have thought clearly about what you want to change, and I will try my best to satisfy you."
Lao Biaozi looked at the people on the street and said: "What else can I exchange for? Of course it's for food. Seven or eight people at home are waiting. Now food is getting more and more scarce. While you have it, I still have more." Change it and keep it at home, so you have peace of mind."
"You're not stupid?" Li Laifu blurted out.
He knew that next year would be the most serious year. By then, food would be more expensive than gold. He actually thought of things that Lao Biaozi didn't expect.
"You kid, can you speak human language? You really don't need to praise me. Who do you think is a fool?"
"Slip of the tongue!"
Li Laifu waved his hands. After all, the painting hadn't been exchanged for him yet, but he couldn't be offended. This old guy could get angry sometimes.
"What kind of food do you want to exchange for?" Li Laifu didn't worry about his IQ anymore, so he might as well exchange the painting for peace of mind!
Old Biaozi spat out the bones in his mouth and said: "My painting is 12 square feet. I only exchange it for stick noodles. How much can I exchange for it?"
Li Laifu was ecstatic. When the painting was taken out 30 years later, it would be a treasure in the museum.
Li Laifu said tentatively: "For 200 kilograms of stick noodles, can I give you 30 kilograms of rice?"
Lao Biaozi gave a thumbs up and said, "That's interesting."
"Let's go then, let's go now," Li Laifu said impatiently.
"What are you in a hurry for? Wait until I chew these bones again."
Li Laifu lied casually and said: "My eldest brother is still guarding the food. He will go home early in a while. If you want to change it at that time, you will have to wait until tomorrow. What's the point of chewing on a few broken bones? After we finish changing it, I will give it to you." You order something good to eat.”
Did Lao Biaozi give him something delicious to eat? He quickly stood up and said, "Let's go to my place now."
As soon as the two of them walked away, Old Donkey Tou and Old Wanderer both looked over and asked, "What are they doing, Old Donkey?"
"Why are you pretending to be stupid? Look at where they are going, you don't know what they are doing?" Old Donkey Tou glared at Lao Wei and said.
"I'm not wondering. Did you hear what they said when you were close?" Lao Wei was talking, but his eyes were watching the two of them walking towards Lao Biaozi's house.
Li Laifu came to Lao Biaozi's place. He didn't take a closer look just now. He just talked about the price with the old man. Outside was the living room and when he entered the back room, he was shocked. Lao Biaozi's place was definitely not less than Lao Lutou's place. There were two Bogu racks. There are also four large scroll jars in the corner of the room. Each one is filled with scrolls. It is obvious that a lot of ancient paintings are stored. The ancient bookshelf also contains mostly documents from the office, and there are also many fine porcelains.
"Old Biaozi didn't realize it. You obviously have more items than Old Donkey Tou!"
"Lao Donkey is raising my son and grandson together. He doesn't have as much spare money as I do! Besides, I'm just selling antiques. Lao Donkey has a hobby of collecting, so he feels bad for whatever item he sells."
Although Lao Biaozi was talking, his movements were not slow at all. He took out a large scroll and handed it to Li Laifu and said, "You take it back and put it away first. I'll wait for you here."
Li Laifu left the yard, put the scroll into the space, waited outside for more than ten minutes, and placed 200 kilograms of cornmeal, 30 kilograms of rice, two kilograms of braised large intestine, and a leg of lamb weighing seven to eight kilograms at the door.
After knocking on the courtyard door a few times, Lao Biaozi quickly came out of the house. After entering the house, Li Laifu said: "The goat legs are given to you. This is two pounds of braised large intestine. It is not much better than chewing bones."
"That's interesting," Old Biaozi said, placing the leg of lamb on the table, taking a bite of the braised large intestine, and then took out a dagger and cut a piece of pig head meat.
"Smells, it smells so good!"
Looking at Lao Biaozi's delicious food, he has no interest in large intestines. The sky-high price of large intestines will definitely not seduce him. The braised meat must be pig ears mixed with some shredded cucumbers, which is perfect with a plate of peanuts and wine.
Li Laifu looked around the room. Lao Biaozi had already wrapped up the intestines and pig ears.
The two of them came to the place where the stall was set up again, and the old donkey head and Lao Wei came over, "Biaozi, what did you change again?" Lao Wei asked.
Old Biaozi sat on the horse and said without concealment: "I replaced Zhang Daqian's painting."
The old donkey head looked at Li Laifu and said jokingly: "Boy, if you can get the painting that Master Zhang bought for five hundred taels of gold, I will obey you."
Li Laifu asked in surprise: "Is there such a thing?"
This was the first time he heard that a painting was worth five hundred taels of gold. The antiques he came into contact with during this period were worth tens or hundreds of dollars.
The old man lit the pipe pot and said, "This is not a strange thing. Almost anyone who plays with antiques knows about it."
Li Laifu pulled Mazar to the side of the three of them and asked, "Tell me what kind of painting that is?"
The old donkey head said with an envious tone: "That is a famous painting from the Tang Dynasty, but what he is holding is a Song Dynasty imitation of "Han Xizai's Night Banquet". As long as you are a collector, having such a painting in your hands will be worth a lifetime. ”
"Then your life is destined to be in vain. Even if there are good things, you can't afford them," Lao Wei said with a smile.
"These masters are all rich people. Didn't Xu Beihong also buy a painting for 200,000 silver dollars?" Old Biaozi picked up the bones again and gnawed on them.
Like a primary school student, Li Laifu listened to the three old men telling interesting stories about collecting. He also understood that the collections these days are mainly from the Tang, Song and Ming dynasties. If antiques are said to be cheap, it is because they have not found really good ones. Paintings from the Tang Dynasty are astronomically expensive, and paintings from the Song Dynasty are astronomical. Porcelain also has a sky-high price.
