Rebirth 81: Being forced into marriage by my sister’s best friend at the beginning

Zhu Yawen looked at the young man in front of him curiously. Although he knew him, they had no friendship.

Who would have thought that Feng Xiaofeng's next sentence would be: "Master Chen, we meet again."

The person Feng Xiaofeng greeted was actually Lin Ran beside him.

Lin Ran was a little speechless. He and Feng Xiaofeng had no friendship, but out of politeness, he still responded with a polite smile: "Master Feng, you are well."

"Not bad." Feng Xiaofeng walked up to them, cupped his fists and said, "I've met Mr. Zhu."

"Yes." Zhu Yawen nodded. Although it was a bit inappropriate to greet his apprentice first, he was not from the Qilin Society, and the young man had more personality, so he didn't care.

Zhu Yawen asked: "Mr. Feng is not a person in the literary and entertainment circles, but is he still knowledgeable about antiques?"

Feng Xiaofeng replied: "I haven't read any books, but I know a little bit about painting. I have no other hobbies, so I just like to collect calligraphy and paintings."

A researcher accompanying him whispered: "Feng Xiaofeng is a well-known collector of calligraphy and painting. It is said that the last time he went to the capital to participate in an art auction, he spent a lot of money and bought back more than a dozen calligraphy and paintings."

Lin Ran looked expressionless as he looked at the young man in front of him.

Although his appearance is a bit unconventional, his personality is quite bold. Last time, he was given the "Picture of Picking the Vessel" as a gift.

The imitations he selected were naturally calligraphy and painting.

"Excuse me for being rude, but I think this Northern Qi School Book Picture is a fake." Feng Xiaofeng said.

He was very careful when he spoke, as if he was afraid of offending Zhu Yawen.

"Why?" Zhu Yawen smiled. He didn't want to put pressure on the junior.

The School Book Picture of the Northern Qi Dynasty was created on silk by Yang Zihua of the Northern Qi Dynasty, but it was originally lost.

The one currently extant is actually a Song copy. The painting contains three groups of figures. Sitting in the center of the painting are four scholar-bureaucrats, sitting on couches with sumptuous dishes in front of them, as if they are holding a meeting.

The person on the couch was none other than Fan Xun, a well-known writer in the Northern Qi Dynasty, who was writing seriously.

The other three people also have their own merits. One is holding a pen and holding a book and silk in one hand, as if he is reviewing it, while the other is sitting cross-legged, as if he is playing the piano.

Before naming the reasons, Feng Xiaofeng first appreciated the scroll.

Zhu Yawen and Lin Ran both nodded in agreement. Being able to understand the meaning of the painting showed that Feng Xiaofeng indeed had certain artistic accomplishments.

"It's a pity..." After appreciating it, Feng Xiaofeng shook his head, but his tone was calm, "This is undoubtedly an imitation."

A researcher behind him who had done some research on calligraphy and painting stood up and said loudly: "Master Feng, please don't talk nonsense. This scroll is indeed not a work of the Northern Qi Dynasty, but it is a genuine copy of the Northern Song Dynasty.

"I don't think so." Feng Xiaofeng said, "I would also like to ask you to take a look at the writing style of this volume."

Everyone came to the scroll.

I saw him making a surprising move, lifting the frame, and then pinching the corners of the calligraphy and painting.

"The most famous paper in the Northern Song Dynasty is Chengxintang paper, which is called the noble paper. In fact, it is a kind of precious rice paper with strict selection of materials. It is made from the bark of the Pu tree in winter. This To grow paper, you need to use thin ice in the stream, mix the ice and water and then rinse the pulp. After rinsing many times, it is made. This kind of paper has a white head and a white tail, and is even and thin. During the Southern Tang Dynasty, only Li Yu could use it, and the others , I’ve never seen it before.”

"After the Song Dynasty, the requirements were relaxed, and paper mills would also produce Chengxintang paper. Those that did not meet the conditions would not be processed. This "School Book Picture" uses the bark of the Cu tree."

The Feng family is just a local gang and has always been famous for its ruthlessness.

But I didn’t expect that their young master would study calligraphy and painting like this?

Zhu Yawen nodded slightly and motioned for him to continue.

So for now, it seems that he is saying that this calligraphy and painting is genuine.

However, Lin Ran had already heard the clues.

I couldn't help but take another look at Feng Xiaofeng. Among the three major families, Chen Qi was the least knowledgeable about antiques.

Sure enough, once you have money, you will want to train your son to be an elite.

"That's the problem. This school map is also made of Chengxintang paper. It's really painstaking. Unfortunately, the imitator made a mistake." Feng Xiaofeng shook his head and sighed as he spoke.

Zhu Yawen felt that although the boy in front of him was capable, he had a sense of arrogance in his bones.

"It's the same Chengxintang paper, but the tools have undergone earth-shaking changes. The papermaking technology of the Northern Song Dynasty was ahead of the Tang Dynasty, but it is still far behind the current era."

"There are strict requirements for the thickness of Chengxintang paper. The thickness of several paintings in my family's collection are much thicker than this calligraphy and painting, and the error has been checked by one millimeter."

Feng Xiaofeng's words were astonishing, and everyone was surprised by the gameplay, including Lin Ran.

Lin Ran thought he was talking about the elegant fiber of the paper, because this type of Song Dynasty imitation Chengxintang paper was mainly used to paint and write inscriptions for the master, and the ink marks would not fade with the passage of time.

But Feng Xiaofeng actually saw the thickness error of the calligraphy and painting in front of him.

Zhu Yawen immediately burst out laughing: "What a good Mr. Feng, you can see an error of one millimeter? Then have you ever thought that the part you are holding is actually a problem left by the repair?"

Feng Xiaofeng nodded: "It is indeed possible. After all, restorers have different levels of skills and may not have noticed the errors. Then this painting and calligraphy is too pitiful."

He said with a half-smile, "Besides, there are other problems."

He pointed at the calligraphy and painting and said slowly: "Actually, I was lucky enough to see the original copy of Yang Zihua's "School Book Picture" in the Boston Museum in the United States. Yang Zihua's style was more than simple, but not rough enough. This was also in line with the eclectic paintings of Qi State at that time. The styles are closely related, so the whole thing will look a little inconsistent.”

"However, the continuous processing of this "School Book Picture" is very distinctive and is obviously deliberate. I would say that the artistry of this painting is actually better than that of the original painting. Unfortunately, the imitation is ultimately an imitation. High-quality goods can never be as good as the real thing." He put down the calligraphy and painting, clasped his fists at Zhu Yawen and said, "Mr. Zhu, is my guess correct?"

The other party has seen the original work, and there have been no art auctions in Boston recently, so the school book pictures must be authentic.

Zhu Yawen said thoughtfully, "Young Master Feng's guess is pretty much the same, but you're still a little wrong."

"What?" Feng Xiaofeng asked in surprise. He thought it was impossible. He had studied this calligraphy and painting for a long time. How could it be possible?

"What you see is not Yang Ziqi's brushwork, but a copy of my own. If I tell you that Yang Ziqi's painting style is like this, your knowledge is too shallow." Zhu Yawen said with a smile, "But you guessed it right. This It is indeed a fake, and according to the agreement, you can take away the 5 yuan."

The staff brought a suitcase filled with cash and handed it to Feng Xiaofeng.

The smile on the other party's face froze, and instead of accepting the money, he asked, "Why did you say that?"