The Qingyuan people lived in a courtyard with a single courtyard.
The houses are built with bricks to the top and ridges and tiles. There are more than 20 houses of various types alone, with bricks and corridors connecting the doors of each house.
There is a wall in the middle of the courtyard that divides the entire courtyard into an inner and outer courtyard. There is a goldfish pond in the middle of the outer courtyard. The water in the pond has been frozen, like a clear mirror. Several pear trees have been planted next to the pond, and the leaves have long since withered. , the bare and lush branches reveal a different kind of poignancy.
Chu Heng followed the old man through the moon gate to the backyard with eyes full of envy, and went straight into the spacious main room in the middle.
There is a fire kang in the room, and an old woman with small feet and a graceful posture is sitting cross-legged on the kang to collect the soles of her shoes. Her surname is Guo, she is the old man's daughter-in-law. Her name is unknown, and the old man did not introduce her.
Next to the woman was a woman in her twenties, who was... nursing a baby.
He didn't shy away from people. When he saw Chu Heng come in, he just raised his head and said hello politely, and then continued his work.
Chu Heng glanced at the three-inch feet of the old man's wife, and then uncontrollably glanced at the child in the young woman's arms.
This doll is really fair and quite tall.
After a few polite words with the old man and his wife, Chu Heng was pulled by the old man into the small door cut out of the east wall of the room and went to the study next door.
Oops!
Once he came in, he couldn't look away.
The old man's study is not small, with an area of more than thirty square meters. To the east is a row of mahogany museum shelves, on which various porcelain, bonsai and strange stones are placed at different heights. To the north is a large bookshelf, also made of mahogany. It is filled with all kinds of books, and most of them are thread-bound.
Chu Heng stepped forward and took a look. The extremely hypnotic ancient book titles made him dizzy.
"Daily Miscellaneous Characters", "The Analects of Confucius", "Mencius", "The Great Learning", "The Doctrine of the Mean", "The Book of Songs", "Book of Books", "Book of Rites", "Zuo's Spring and Autumn Annals", "Guanwen Guanzhi", "Dong" Xuanzi's Royal Secret Records".
Um?
Chu Heng blinked and said that he had never heard of the last one and wanted to learn from it.
There is also a huge mahogany bookcase in front of the bookshelf. In addition to the four treasures of the study, there are also many supporting items such as pen holders, pen washers, ink beds, inkstones, water bottles, arm rests, paperweights, and seals.
It looks awesome.
There are also several paintings and calligraphy hanging on the west wall. One of the paintings Chu Heng recognized was a painting of flowers and birds in Xugu in the Qing Dynasty, which was full of charm.
There are also two official hat chairs and a square table placed under the wall. There are blue and white teapots and tea bowls on them. Judging from the shape and glaze color, they seem to be from the Qing Dynasty.
"Come on, come on, sit down." The old man enthusiastically pulled him to sit on the official hat chair, wiped himself and picked up the blue and white teapot and went to the main room: "You sit down first, I will make some tea."
Chu Heng could not sit still after entering the treasure house. After the old man left, he stood up and went to the museum shelf. After taking a few glances at the various objects on it, he picked up a pastel fish-pattern vase and opened it carefully. After looking at it, he smacked his lips and exclaimed: "It's so beautiful."
After a while, the old man came back with a teapot. After placing it on the square table, he also took out an old copper incense burner with paste, and prepared to drink tea and smell the aroma with the new friend in front of him. Reward treasure.
While they were busy, the prodigal over there held a blue and white pastel bowl of flowers and knocked it over, saying in admiration: "Master, your Qianlong bowl of flowers is really beautiful. Is it passed down from our ancestors?"
Qingyuan's face and smile suddenly froze. He glanced at the replica small bowl from the Republic of China in his hand, and suddenly had a bad feeling in his heart.
"It's... not bad."
The old man responded dryly, silently collected the piece of agarwood he had just taken out, turned around and walked to the museum shelf, took out a doucai gold plate from the Guangxu period and gave it to the guy, and tortured him: "Come on, Xiao Chu, what are you giving me?" This is forever.”
Chu Heng took it and looked at it for a few times, but he was a little unsure. The base of this plate was from Chenghua, and from the shape of the vessel to the decoration, it was very similar to Chenghua in the Ming Dynasty. However, the quality of the embryo looked a bit like Kangxi's.
After thinking about it for a while, he tentatively said: "Is Kangxi imitating Chenghua?"
The old man twitched his face, took back the plate and gave him a modern red-glazed pen holder: "Look at that one again."
Chu Heng glanced at it a few times and said, "Qianlong's?"
"hiss!"
The old man's teeth hurt, and he looked at Chu Heng like he was looking at a piece of cake!
He finally understood, how could the guy in front of him be a fellow student? He was clearly just a half-hearted fool!
But with such a quick glance, he picked up a piece of Ru porcelain azure glaze that made him drool!
Do you think this is irritating?
Chu Heng didn't even think about pretending to be smart. After putting the things back, he admitted with a smile: "Hey, don't test me. I only have half a bucket of water, so I won't be embarrassed like you."
"You are self-aware."
The old man smacked his teeth furiously a few times, sat down on the chair, picked up the teapot and poured two cups of tea. He looked at him in surprise: "Xiao Chu, since you know that you have poor eyesight, how can you still do it?" If you dare to get into this business, are you afraid that someone will set you up one day? Let me tell you, the water in this antique business is quite deep, and it’s also dirty.”
"Then I have to dig in." Chu Heng walked over and sat down, took a sip from the celadon tea bowl, and shared his experience of being deceived in his previous life: "Setting people up is nothing more than taking advantage of people's greed. As long as I don't covet the treasure and don't take out the money, what can you do to me?"
Qingyuan was amused when he heard this, rolled his eyes at him and said, "Then you are just kidding me! You don't have to spend money to buy something, how can you pick it up when you go out?"
"Have you forgotten how I came here that day?" Chu Heng smiled proudly, took out a cigarette and handed one to the old man, lit another one for himself, and gestured: "Hold on, I'll go I entrusted the store to search for items, and I didn’t even squat in front of the cultural relics store. I bought broken bowls and bottles for a few cents. If I found something leaky, I made a profit. If I punched it in, it was like buying firecrackers, and I didn’t feel bad at all.”
"You can do it. I've been playing with antiques before I fought in Jianguo. I've seen all kinds of characters, but this is the first time I've seen you like this." Then Qingyuan was even happier, and suddenly felt that this slut was quite interesting, and he was really cute. He's a little clever guy.
The key is that he still recognizes himself clearly. He picked up a big leak with his front foot, and he is not arrogant or impetuous with his back foot. He keeps doing what he needs to do.
If it had been anyone else, she would have gone to heaven.
But Chu Heng did not forget the purpose of his trip. He puffed on his cigarette and urged: "Master, quickly take out your treasure and show it to me. I have to go back to work later."
"Okay, I'll take it to you right now so you can learn a lot."
Na Qingyuan stood up with a smile, first took out two scrolls of ancient paintings from the cabinet under the bookshelf, and then took out a blue and white plum jar from the Yuan Dynasty and placed it on the desk.
Chu Heng's eyes suddenly lit up, and he quickly stood up and walked forward.
The old man was also a good teacher. He knew that a simple guy couldn't tell much, so he stood aside and explained to him. He first talked about the characteristics of blue and white in the Yuan Dynasty, and then talked about the skills and techniques of two ancient calligraphy and paintings.
It was very clear and transparent, without any hidden secrets, but it really benefited Chu Heng a lot.
