Shang Shaohua was not polite this time, so he accepted this gift.
Nowadays, he rarely carves for others. Except for requests from good friends, he basically carves some at home for fun. He doesn't take them out at all. He only uses them for himself to play with and appreciate.
Moreover, he has a lot of seed materials collected at home, but there are really only a few that reach the level of mutton-fat jade. After all, it costs money to buy them back. How could he get so much money once he retires? If not
His son knows what he likes and often sends him some, but he really has no way of owning them.
Therefore, he still values the piece of mutton-fat jade he owns.
Zhang Wenyuan was one of his few friends. The two had known each other for decades, so there was certainly no problem with his request. As for Song Wenjing, it was indeed a form of appreciation from the elders to the younger ones.
"Shaohua, how long do you plan to stay in Shuzhou this time?" Zhang Wenyuan started to chat.
"I plan to retire in Shuzhou, but my son has refused to let me go there, saying that I am worried about being alone here. And he grew up in Xinjiang Province and now has a family and business in Hotan area, so it is not convenient for me to come here.
I just want to stay in Shuzhou for two years and then go back to Xinjiang Province for two years to see my grandson. It would be good to live in both sides."
"Hey, Zhengdong, I saw him when he was a child. Now that we have a family and a business, it seems that we are really old." Zhang Wenyuan couldn't help but sigh.
"Who says it's not the case? I can still walk now, and I can go both ways. If I can't walk anymore in the future, I don't know what to do. My ancestral graves are all in Shuzhou, and I will definitely be buried in my ancestral graves in the future, but
I don’t want to die in Xinjiang Province. I made this very clear to my son.”
Shang Shaohua's mentality is a normal phenomenon.
His son Shang Zhengdong also spent some time in Shuzhou when he was a child. Later, he was transferred to Xinjiang Province and has been living there ever since. For him, Xinjiang Province is his home. But for Shang Shaohua
Speaking of which, Shuzhou must be his roots.
Seeing the two old men looking more and more miserable as they talked, Song Wenjing hurriedly stepped forward to interrupt, "Two old men, why are you so sad today, as if you are about to die alone? You both have children and grandchildren, don't you think your juniors are so sad?
How can I really not support you? If I really don’t support you, I, Song Wenjing, will take care of it!"
"Hahaha, this kid is still thinking about providing for us in our old age. It's early, my old man can live for at least twenty years."
Hearing Song Wenjing's joke, Zhang Wenyuan couldn't help laughing. The topic just now was indeed a bit heavy. When two old people were together, what they talked about and thought was somewhat different from that of the young people.
"Boy, don't talk nonsense casually. If the old man falls down and wants to find someone to serve him, I guess you don't know where you are." Seeing this, Shang Shaohua also started joking. But this sentence
It also has some general meaning.
In fact, half of what Song Wenjing just said was a joke, and the other half was true. Especially compared to Zhang Wenyuan.
The old man really has three strengths and two weaknesses. He, Song Wenjing, will definitely do his best to help. He will not be vague about this.
As for Shang Shaohua, the two had just met, and their friendship had not yet reached that level. But if there were real difficulties and he found Song Wenjing, he would probably help him, but he would not say that he would serve him.
"Shaohua, don't look at Wen Jing's young age. He must have no problems as a person. If you have a headache in the future, just say hello and he will definitely not refuse." Zhang Wenyuan began to help smooth things over.
"Haha, I was just joking, you guys really took it seriously. Let's not talk about this topic. By the way, Wen Jing, I heard from Wen Yuan that you got a painting of Fei Danxu's "Ladies"? How about it, when?
Bring it here so that I can observe it too?"
Maybe Shang Shaohua also felt that what he just said was a bit too much, so he followed Zhang Wenyuan's words and went downhill, changing the topic.
"No problem, but I put them in my hometown. As you know, I rent a house in a village. I am rarely at home during the day, and I don't worry about leaving my things there, so I put all the valuable items back in my hometown."
Song Wenjing agreed immediately, but when he would get it, he still needed to go back. He just came from home today, and he couldn't go back tomorrow. It would definitely take two days.
"I heard from you kid, have you received something good recently?" Zhang Wenyuan suddenly became interested, "Tell me quickly, don't hide it!"
"Hey, I've gained a little. A friend of mine gave me two paintings because she helped me a little, one is Zhang Daqian's "Moonlight over the Lotus Pond", and the other is Qi Baishi's "The Shrimp Opera", and the others
I just received some red sandalwood wood."
Song Wenjing had no intention of telling the other party about Zhengde's "Peacock Green Glazed Bowl" and Qianlong's "Ancient Treasure of the Emperor" seal. It wasn't that he didn't believe Zhang Wenyuan, but that these two items were very precious and scarce. He didn't want everyone to know.
, at least there is no good hiding place for now, and he has no intention of telling anyone.
In today's society, most people can be considered relatively simple, but there are also many people who commit crimes. He doesn't want to attract too much attention from others, especially before he has no ability to protect himself.
"Oh?" Two surprised voices came out almost at the same time, coming from Zhang Wenyuan and Shang Shaohua.
However, their interests are different. Zhang Wenyuan prefers calligraphy and painting and does not pay much attention to wood. When Shang Shaohua heard that Song Wenjing actually received rosewood wood, he immediately became interested.
"Wen Jing, you won't put the calligraphy and painting back to your hometown again, will you?" Zhang Wenyuan asked anxiously.
"Hehe, there is no other way. I can only put it back and hide it. If you want to see me, old man, I will bring you here another day. It's still the same old rules, one week, whatever you want. How about it?" Song Wenjing heard the elegance and said it on the spot.
Give a decision.
"Haha, you are so smart!" Zhang Wenyuan laughed happily.
On the other side, Shang Shaohua was also interested in calligraphy and painting, and wanted to follow him to observe. But among them was red sandalwood, which he wanted to get. Relatively speaking, red sandalwood was his favorite.
You know, his former occupation was a master sculptor. Good materials are his greatest interest.
"Wen Jing, how much rosewood do you still have? Can you give me some of it?"
After hearing what Shang Shaohua said, Song Wenjing would of course reciprocate the favor. The old man had just promised to give him a mutton-fat jade pendant.
Although the materials used in a pendant brand are not very much, in terms of price, it is only about 100 yuan. You must know that until 1990, the first-grade white Hetian jade was only 1,500 yuan per kilogram, and mutton-fat jade was only 1,500 yuan per kilogram.
The price is between 2,500 yuan and 3,000 yuan per kilogram.
The material used for a pendant is only forty or fifty grams at most. When converted into money, it will basically not exceed 150 yuan.
Of course, this refers to the price of raw materials. If labor is included, it will definitely be more than this price.
"Mr. Shang, I don't know what you want to carve out of rosewood. I do have a lot of materials over there. Tell me and I'll see if I can meet your needs."
"A lot?" Shang Shaohua's interest became more intense, "Is there any slightly thicker wood? I am a Buddhist and have always wanted to find good wood to carve a Buddha statue and put it at home to worship. Of course, if there is not,
Others are fine, I can make them into beads. You don’t have to worry about the price, what’s yours is yours.”
"Old man, what price are you talking about? Aren't you slapping me in the face? In this way, I have a broken bed leg over there. It is about forty to fifty centimeters high and more than ten centimeters in diameter. It should be able to meet your requirements.
I’ll bring it to you another day.”
"Ah! That's great. It's great that there are such good materials. This kind of material is more than enough, and there can even be a lot more. In this way, I will make bracelets for you with the extra parts. Each
The beads are carved with Buddha images for you. When the time comes, you can carry them on your hands to keep you safe!"
"Old Shang, this is a bit unfair. I'm still sitting here. I have to have my share no matter what." Zhang Wenyuan said pretending to be angry.
"Haha, there should be more materials. Let's take a look at it then. But thank you very much Wen Jing. Such good materials are worth a lot of money. I feel a little ashamed of myself."
Shang Shaohua looked at Song Wenjing with soft eyes, becoming more and more pleasing to his eyes.