I believe everyone should understand the difference between copying the Hanshi Post by copying it and copying the Hanshi Post by copying the original works. In addition, Liu Yong himself is a famous calligrapher, so he can better grasp the essence and charm of the original works.

In this way, everyone also understood the value of this imitation. Of course, there must be a prerequisite. This imitation is really a work by Liu Yong, not a counterfeit made by others.

This is a bit confusing, but it is also a helpless fact in the collection of antiques. When the whereabouts of the original works have been determined, everyone also understands that the original works cannot appear on the market. So some people who are obsessed with profit must have focused on imitations.

After all, when the original works are not released, the imitations of famous artists are also very valuable. Therefore, all kinds of vivid imitations are springing up like bamboo shoots after a rain. It is truly emerging one after another and is not uncommon...

Considering this situation, Wang Guan and old man naturally need to be careful and carefully identify the authenticity.

"Wang Guan, what do you think?" Mr. Tian asked, but he didn't feel free. He carefully observed the situation of the copybook, and even started to touch the paper mounting materials directly, trying not to make any omissions.

"It's a good idea." Wang Guan was also watching carefully, and a smile appeared on his face: "The paper yellow and white color transitions naturally, unlike traces of old things."

"Well, the paper is right." Old Tian nodded slightly to express his agreement. Then, in the surprise eyes of Manager Tan, he pondered: "But there is also a situation of old paper new books."

The so-called new books on old paper refer to the use of ancient paper passed down from that period, and then copying and making fakes on ancient paper. After the ink characters are dry, they will be hung for a while. It is completely like ancient calligraphy and painting.

Since paper is really ancient paper, if you only identify the paper, you will definitely not see any traces of old things. From this we can also know how hard people who make fakes are trying their best to achieve the goal of making fakes real.

When Mr. Xing and others heard the sound, they sighed. They knew that the water in the collection of antiques was very deep, but they had no idea how deep they were. Now when they heard Mr. Wang Guan and Mr. Tian’s communication, they realized that it was unfathomable and enough to drown a large number of people.

At the same time, Manager Tan quickly defended: "Old Tian, ​​the paper may be ancient paper, but the newly written characters cannot be as shiny and restrained as these ancient characters."

This statement is also valid. After all, even if it is written on paper of the same material, it will continue to show different situations over time.

If it is good ink, although the handwriting is still clear and the same, after hundreds of years, it will definitely lose the luster of the lacquer at the beginning. If it is bad ink, it will be even more important. Perhaps over the past few hundred years, the ink color will fade and fade.

No matter what, the ink marks of words are also one of the basis for studying the authenticity of calligraphy and painting.

Mr. Tian must have understood. However, he ignored Manager Tan's defense and studied the style of calligraphy: "Su Dongpo's calligraphy is not beautiful at first glance, and the brushwork is very natural and a bit casual. So the people who don't like comments say it is a stone pressing toad. In addition, the Hanshi Post was originally a poem draft. It is definitely not as neat and regular as the final draft."

"But it is precisely this way that the Hanshi Post seems plain and innocent, without any pretentiousness. Therefore, after watching it for a long time, you can feel the beauty in it. The kindness and beauty that is not boastful, not show off, and not pretentious."

Mr. Tian slowly commented: "Let's talk about Liu Yong's calligraphy. The characters are rich in appearance, strong in taste, and strong in strength. He particularly likes thick ink, and his writing is round and thick, without continuous, and wide in space. People who don't like his characters say that the characters he writes are like ink pigs, which is exactly similar to Su Dongpo."

"So, it is definitely not difficult for Liu Yong to copy Su Dongpo's calligraphy."

While speaking, Old Tian smiled and said, "The other is the postscript of Huangshangu, which is completely different from Su Dongpo's calligraphy style, but it highlights each other. The two calligraphers are side by side, called the Double Bi. Many people describe Huangshangu's words as if they open the general's treasure house, with long spears and halberds, tense swords, and a feeling of showing their sharpness."

"So, Liu Yong cannot imitate such words. Even if he insists on copying them, he cannot write that kind of taste."

At this moment, Mr. Tian signaled: "If you have read the original works of the Hanshi Post, you will find that the two poems in this copybook have the charm of the original works, but the endings of Huangshangu are getting a little awkward and a little inconsistent."

"So what?" Old Xing's eyes lit up and he could hear the hidden meaning.

"So..." Old Tian smiled and looked at the box next to him: "It's time to look at Dongpo Tianyan."

Now, those who should understand also understood. Just when Mr. Xing called the smiley shopkeeper Tan to the side to talk, Mr. Tian suddenly said intentionally or unintentionally: "By the way, among the many calligraphy works of Liu Yong's handed down from generation to generation, there are many works of writing. Especially Liu Yong has three concubines, who can write on behalf of others but can be fooled by the truth. You need to be careful."

"Um?"

In an instant, Manager Tan's smile stopped and he must have wanted to defend himself, but Mr. Tian had no intention of listening and directly signaled Wang Guan to open the box and see what the so-called Su Dongpo Tianyan looked like.

"What a big inkstone."

At this time, Wang Guan opened the box and saw a stone inkstone in the box. However, the stone inkstone was oval, with a length and width of more than 20 centimeters. Wang Guan picked up the stone inkstone and looked at it. There were inscriptions on the front of the inkstone, inkstone, and spots. On the back of the inkstone, there were clearly visible inscriptions.

"Old Tian, ​​look at it."

After looking at it for a while, Wang Guan frowned slightly and put down the stone inkstone, allowing Mr. Tian to take a look.

"What do you think?" Old Tian asked casually, and also looked at it carefully.

"About this Tianyan, Su Dongpo himself wrote a Tianshi inkstone inscription, and explained the origin of the inkstone very clearly." Wang Guan pondered: "He said that when he was twelve years old, he had strange stones in his backyard, like fish, with warm skin and light green color. The inside and outside were fine silver stars, and he was clasped."

"In other words, the color of the stone should be like fish scales, with a light blue color. The stone is fine and smooth, with a slight vein showing slightly, and the knocking can make a pleasant sound."

At the right time, Wang Guan blinked and said, "But these characteristics seem to be somewhat inconsistent with the stone inkstone at the moment."

When the others looked at it, they nodded one after another, and they did not agree. They insisted that there was something similar, that is, the inscriptions of the inkstone are the same. As for the silver star fish scale pattern and the light blue color, they were not seen on this inkstone at all.

At this time, when Manager Tan, who was bargaining with Mr. Xing next to him, heard the sound and couldn't help but turn back and retort: ​​"For more than nine hundred years, Shi Tou has experienced many vicissitudes of life and some changes are normal."

"If there is any change, the texture of the inkstone itself cannot change," Wang Guan smiled, then reached out to touch the inkstone and shook his head: "It's so rough, there is no delicate feeling of Wen Ying at all."

"The surface is a little weathered..." Manager Tan replied again.

"That's a contradiction." Wang Guan smiled again: "Since the surface is weathered, Yanming should be a little vague. Why is the handwriting so clear?"

"Uh..." Manager Tan was speechless.

"alright."

At this moment, Mr. Xing took the opportunity to smile and said, "Put the inkstone matter aside first. You should seriously discuss this pen-written Hanshi Post with me."

"Old Xing, this is really not a ghostwriter." Manager Tan was helpless. You should know that Liu Yong's original works and Liu Yong's concubine were of completely different natures, and there was a certain price difference.

"Whether it is a ghostwriter or not, your asking price is too high." Old Xing shook his head and said, "You also know that this painting is not something we personally want, but is used as an exhibition. It will be collected in the cultural center afterwards. It is a cultural event."

"I know, but you should always know..." Manager Tan said with a bitter face: "My store is run by a small bank, and this thing is even more of a treasure for the store. When I purchased the goods, I spent a lot of money..."

"Okay, everyone takes a step back." Mr. Xing waved his hand and said, "You don't want the lion to speak loudly."

"You can't lose it. If you don't lose it, my whole family should drink the northwest wind." Manager Tan was unwilling to give in. He had already decided that Mr. Xing and others could not give up this thing and planned to make a big profit. As for Suzi Cultural Festival, what does it have to do with him? He is not a cultural person, but just a small businessman. He will worry about cultural events when he is tired of his own.

Being a human being requires duty, being in his position and doing his own politics, so for him, making money is the first priority.

With this idea, Manager Tan insisted not to give in, but made Mr. Xing and others frown, somewhat dissatisfied, but helpless. After all, the things belong to others. Whether they sell them or not, how much they cost is their freedom, and no one can control them, and there is no reason to force him to sell them to himself.

The stalemate was in stalemate for a while, and Mr. Xing sighed softly and nodded in agreement.

At this moment, Mr. Tian suddenly spoke, "Brother Xing, this matter is not urgent. Anyway, the post-genius is a cultural festival, and there is still time. Ezhou is an ancient Wuchang, with extraordinary heritage. Let's go shopping elsewhere, maybe there is something better."

"That's right." Wang Guan cooperated with tacit understanding and chuckled: "Speaking of this, there is also a good arm rest in my collection, but it has something to do with Su Dongpo."

He didn't lie either. Huang Tingjian's arm rested had some relationship with Su Dongpo. He said that the two were both teachers and friends, and if they wanted to say that they didn't have anything to do, first ask Su fans all over the country or abroad if they agreed.

"Why, your arms are still there?"

When Mr. Tian heard this, he immediately smiled and said, "Your home is not far away anyway, so please come back and ask someone to send it here."

"no problem."

Wang Guan said with ease: "If you need it, I will give it to the Cultural Center..."

The two of them sang and reconciled, but Manager Tan was entangled. He also knew that the two were squeezing him, but even if he knew some things, he would have to obediently fall into the trap. This was an open conspiracy and could not be resolved at all.
Chapter completed!