Looking at Song Wenjing's envious eyes, Zhang Wenyuan couldn't help but feel pleased with himself.
"Xiao Song, I spent a lot of money to get this painting. It's much more expensive than my Huanghuali chair." Zhang Wenyuan stroked his few beards and said proudly.
Song Wenjing quite recognized this point. Although many of Wen Zhengming's works have been circulated in the world, especially in the Shuzhou area. After all, Shuzhou was Wen Zhengming's hometown. What is rare is that he has many fine works. Each piece can be called a masterpiece.
"Old man, can you tell me about the origin of this "Hengtang Poetry"?" Song Wenjing fawningly helped Zhang Wenyuan sit down and stood aside, as if he was humbly asking for advice.
"Hey, I knew you would ask this." Zhang Wenyuan looked at Song Wenjing happily, as if he had already read through his mind.
However, he did not conceal the specific origin, but poured himself a glass of water and then talked about it.
It turns out that in the past two years, a descendant of Wen Zhengming's family, who was said to be a descendant, was living in poverty and his family had no money left. But the old man kept holding on to several works handed down by his ancestors, even if he would rather his family go hungry. Reluctant to give in.
A few years ago, before the old man passed away due to illness, he had a son and a daughter at home. He left several works to his son for heirloom purposes.
It's a pity that my son is not up to par and has no ability to make money. In addition, his health has been poor, so he wants to sell his works in exchange for money, treat himself, and at the same time save some money for the family.
Unfortunately, in the 1980s, most people did not have extra money. In addition, collecting antiques was a hobby of a small group of people, and it did not become popular in society at that time. Therefore, they have never been able to get rid of it.
It was not until later that I learned that Zhang Wenyuan liked calligraphy and painting works that I found a way to find him. He expressed his willingness to transfer it, and the asking price at that time reached 800 yuan.
Although Zhang Wenyuan still had some spare money, he couldn't come up with that much. So he borrowed money from here and there, but in the end he only managed to collect 550 yuan.
However, after the two parties bargained, the other party finally accepted the price. You must know that the price of 550 yuan in the first two years was almost Zhang Wenyuan's salary for a year! He and his wife even had a big fight over this matter."
Zhang Wenyuan couldn't help but feel a little emotional as he recalled his experiences in the previous two years.
In the 1980s, even as a professor, his salary was not very high. Of course, compared to ordinary people, it was still pretty good. But if you wanted to collect, even if prices were generally low in the 1980s, it was not something that ordinary people could do. Affordable.
Unless someone like Song Wenjing picks up leaks. But leaks don't happen all the time. Even if Song Wenjing walked around every day for half a year, he only picked up leaks twice, let alone other people.
"Old man, what you are saying is that that family has other works in hand?"
Song Wenjing stood up in surprise. This news was too important to him. If the other party really still had it, he would find a way to get it no matter what.
Not to mention my own collecting hobby, even if I wait until the craze of antique collecting becomes popular in the future and sell it, I can ensure that several generations of people will have enough food and clothing.
Zhang Wenyuan pondered for a while and nodded, "There should be some, but he didn't show it to me. He probably knew that I didn't have much money, so he didn't bother to waste any more time."
After hearing the news, Song Wenjing suddenly became excited, "Old man, why don't we go find him again and see what other works he has?"
"Tch, do you have the money to buy it? If you don't have the money to buy it, why should someone show it to you? Don't you understand the principle of not revealing wealth?" Zhang Wenyuan said with some annoyance.
It's not that he was angry at Song Wenjing, but he also coveted other works. Unfortunately, he spent all his savings to buy "Hengtang Poetry" in the past two years, and even borrowed it from a friend
Quite a few, this debt was not paid off until the beginning of this year.
Now that he has just retired, his income is somewhat less. Although it is definitely more than enough to support his own life, it is no longer enough to support him to buy other works.
And he is a good-looking person. He doesn't want to go to his son to get money, so he can only sulk himself.
Hearing what Zhang Wenyuan said, Song Wenjing also became frustrated.
Yes, these all require money. His current income is not low, he can earn more than 200 yuan every month, which is much better than most families.
But in order to treat his second aunt, he lent 400 yuan. He also spent more than 100 yuan to buy a peacock green glaze bowl. Now, he only has less than 200 yuan in total funds left. He has no ability at all.
Consider purchasing other works.
Everything is still a matter of money.
Song Wenjing was not so eager before, but now he realizes that in this era, no matter how many good things there are, if you have no money, everything will be in vain.
"Professor Zhang, why don't you tell me where that person lives, and I can go find him when I have money?" Song Wenjing was still a little unwilling to give up.
Zhang Wenyuan hesitated for a long time, but finally couldn't stand Song Wenjing's harassment and informed him of the man's address.
But at the same time, he also put forward his own conditions. If Song Wenjing really buys other works in the future, he must bring them over for him to appreciate. Otherwise, he will not be recognized as his old friend.
Of course Song Wenjing agreed to this request.
It was getting late, and Song Wenjing said goodbye. And the "Picture of Ladies" temporarily stayed at Zhang Wenyuan's home.
When Song Wenjing returned to the rental house, he couldn't help but feel a sense of urgency. The main thing was that he was stimulated by Zhang Wenyuan today. Those good things seemed to be right in front of him, but he just couldn't reach them.
It's like having your favorite braised pork in your mouth, but you just can't eat it.
Early the next morning, Song Wenjing pulled the cart again and started his plan to make money. Since he could not find any other good ways to make money for the time being, he could only stick to this business and continue.
Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, it is the end of the year, and the New Year will be celebrated in less than twenty days. During this period, except for visiting Yang Lili once a week, Song Wenjing spent the rest of his time on his own business
superior.
The harvest was not bad. Although he could no longer pick up the leaks, he still made more than two hundred yuan from the junk business and reselling eggs.
The second aunt Yan Ping was discharged from the hospital yesterday and went home to recuperate, and her mother Zhou Lijuan was finally able to go home. Although she still had to help take care of her after she got home, after all, Yan Ping had recovered a lot. In this way, he could also take care of his own
family.
As for Song Jianping, he is still busy collecting eggs every day. This job allows him to earn dozens of yuan every month, enough to support his family and even have a lot of surplus.
That night, Song Wenjing was alone in a rental house and was preparing to cook when he heard the sound of a bicycle bell at the door.
"Wen Jing, I wish you were here, I just have something to tell you." Zhou Ping put down his bicycle and walked into the house.
Seeing that it was his cousin Yi Ping, Song Wenjing quickly stood up to greet him, "Have you eaten, cousin? What do you want from me?"
"What time is it and you haven't eaten yet? Can you do it alone here? There's no one to cook!" Zhou Ping looked at the cooking polenta in the pot and a pot of pickles on the table.
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"You should take care of your health alone, and buy some meat to eat when you have nothing to do. I have meat tickets over there, so don't be reluctant to part with it."
Song Wenjing lowered his head and smiled. How could he be willing to buy meat on his own? He could just make do with a meal as long as he could eat enough. We were still in the stage of primitive accumulation. When he was really rich in the future, he would not have a problem eating meat every day.
"Cousin, what's going on? What do you think? My dinner hasn't been cooked yet." Song Wenjing changed the subject.
Zhou Yiping sighed secretly and stopped worrying.
"Have you been to Zuojiazhuang not far from here? A murder occurred the night before yesterday, January 23. Three members of Zuo Chengzhong's family, the leader of the seventh team, were killed. Fortunately, Zuo Chengzhong's father brought
My grandson went out for a walk and was not at home at the time. Otherwise, I don’t know if two more lives would have been lost."
As soon as he opened his mouth, Zhou Yiping immediately revealed a major piece of news, which shocked Song Wenjing.