Song Wenjing, who was sitting aside, didn't say much, but there was a wave of excitement in his heart.
Seeing the situation of Wen Jiancheng's family, he thought of his former self.
Wen Jiancheng was sick himself, unable to take care of his family, and even hindered the whole family. In his previous life, Song Wenjing was not like this. But later, in order to support himself, he had no choice but to embark on the road of collecting rags.
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At that time, as long as there was some other hope, he would not want to take care of the whole family.
Therefore, when given another chance, Song Wenjing cherishes it very much. He also hopes that through his own efforts, he can truly make his family happy.
Of course, he also hopes to help more people if he can. However, it is too early to say this now.
Zhang Wenyuan saw that the topic was becoming more and more serious, so he quickly pulled it back.
"Jian Jiancheng, according to your request, Wen Jing came here with sincerity. Can you take out your remaining two paintings and calligraphy for us to identify?"
Wen Jiancheng looked at Song Wenjing again and saw that he was not dressed like someone from a wealthy family, so he was still a little suspicious.
"Professor Zhang, the other two calligraphy and paintings are more precious. To tell you the truth, they are much better than your previous painting "Hengtang Poetry". The price certainly cannot be calculated according to the price you gave me before. I hope you understand this.
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"Uncle Wen, although I don't have a lot of money, I guess it should be enough to buy two paintings and calligraphy. You don't have to keep doing this. We have to see something to know whether it is worth the price. What do you think?
Yes or no?"
Song Wenjing patted the cloth bag on his back. It was bulging, and it was obvious that a lot of things were stuffed inside.
"Hey!" Wen Jiancheng sighed again.
Only he himself knew the torment in his heart best. If he had not reached the point where he could no longer survive, how could he be willing to sell the calligraphy and paintings saved by his father.
Originally, it was not a problem for the couple to make enough money to support their three children. There was even a balance every month.
But since he fell ill, the family's income has suddenly dropped by more than half. Not only that, but the expenses have increased a lot. With his wife working overtime, she earns more than 50 yuan a month to support the family.
One can imagine how difficult the family's financial situation has become.
Now, he owed more than 300 yuan in foreign debt. It was really unreasonable to not pay off the debts of his relatives. This gave him the idea of selling the remaining two calligraphy and paintings.
"Wait a moment, I'll be back soon." After saying that, Wen Jiancheng walked slowly into the house and closed the door behind him.
"Wen Jing, how much do you plan to spend on those two paintings?" Shang Shaohua, who had remained silent, asked curiously.
In response to the master's question, Song Wenjing did not hide anything, but said in a low voice: "I only have 1,700 yuan in total. I don't know what kind of calligraphy and painting it is and whether it is worth the price. If it is indeed a high-quality product, I will
We must win it no matter what."
"Hey, I didn't expect you to be a rich man. The old man has not saved so much money until today. You have only been working for a year, so it is not easy to save all this."
It's not that Shang Shaohua can't make this kind of money, but because he is a sculptor and likes to play with sculpting when he has nothing to do.
Since he wanted to carve, of course he had to prepare some good materials. Basically all his income was invested in these aspects. That's why he couldn't save any money.
In Shang Shaohua's room, Song Wenjing saw a row of cabinets filled with various carved and shaped objects. When he was free, Shang Shaohua liked to take out those objects alone to appreciate and intoxicate himself.
If he had been willing to sell it, he would have made a fortune long ago. He is a famous engraver in the province.
The three of them were sitting at the dining table chatting, and Wen Jiancheng didn't know what he was carrying in his bedroom. After a while, he finally walked out holding two long cloth bags.
"Let's look at this one first. If you think it's good, then look at the other one. If you don't like it, forget it." Wen Jiancheng reluctantly opened one of the bags, pulled out a scroll, and handed it to Song Wenjing.
Just now, Song Wenjing went to the pool to wash himself in the water, just to really feast his eyes.
He carefully took the scroll, placed it on the cleaned dining table, and slowly opened it. Zhang Wenyuan and Shang Shaohua could not resist their curiosity, so they also leaned over with their heads.
Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion
The old county of Nanchang, the new mansion of Hongdu. The stars are divided into wings, and the ground is connected to Henglu. It embraces three rivers and leads to five lakes, controls the wild thorns and leads Ouyue.
The treasures are abundant, the dragon's light shines on the ruins of the cow fight; the outstanding people and places, Xu Ru sits on Chen Fan's bed.
Xiongzhou is surrounded by mist, and the stars are galloping. The Taihuang rests at the intersection of Yi and Xia, and the guest and host enjoy the beauty of the southeast.
The scroll is about 250 cm long and 30 cm wide. The material used is paper, which is attached to the rice paper of the scroll.
"Preface to the Pavilion of Prince Teng" is the representative work of Tang Dynasty poet Wang Bo. Wen Zhengming copied it on paper using a combination of cursive and cursive writing. Later generations made this scroll.
The whole set of calligraphy is smooth and natural, with both the elegance of running script and the agility of cursive script. The two echo each other and complement each other.
Jiajing Gengengyin year, which is the ninth year of Jiajing, 1530 AD. Wen Zhengming was born in the sixth year of Chenghua (1470), which means this calligraphy was written when he was 61 years old.
Wen Zhengming produced countless works during his lifetime, among which "Preface to Prince Teng's Pavilion" alone has several versions in existence. And from the current point of view, this one is very likely to be one of them, and it is one that has not been circulated in the world.
. Because there is nothing else on the entire copybook except Wen Zhengming’s two seals.
Twenty minutes later, Zhang Wenyuan breathed a sigh of relief and finally stopped observing. He leaned close to Song Wenjing's ear.
"Some time ago, I went to the Shuzhou Museum to view several calligraphy and paintings by Wen Zhengming. I remember the sealing on one of the characters very clearly, and it was exactly the same as this one. And in terms of font, I think there is at least
I am more than 80% certain that this is an authentic work."
Shang Shaohua didn't do much research on calligraphy, but he had some experience with the material and duration of paper.
"Wen Jing, there is no problem with the paper quality of this calligraphy. I have found no signs of being worn. As for the rest, you can only judge for yourself."
Hearing the whispers of the two elderly people, Song Wenjing breathed a real sigh of relief.
He had also thought about it carefully for a long time. In his opinion, it was very likely to be authentic. Now that he heard what the two old people said, it only increased his speculation.
If this is indeed authentic and was created when Wen Zhengming was 61 years old, then its value is absolutely beyond imagination. Song Wenjing must win it no matter what.
"Uncle Wen, I wonder how much you plan to sell this calligraphy for?"
Song Wenjing suppressed his excitement and began to ask Wen Jiancheng calmly. At this time, he was even a little uneasy, worried that he did not have enough funds, especially when there was still a calligraphy and painting that he had not read.
Wen Jiancheng did not answer Song Wenjing's question immediately, but said: "This calligraphy has been treasured in our family and rarely looked at. It is also well preserved with almost no flaws. Xiao Song, how much do you think this calligraphy is worth?
Woolen cloth?"
These words made it difficult for Song Wenjing to answer. In his opinion, it was of course a priceless treasure. But in reality, according to the current market situation and price level, this calligraphy is also valuable.
Song Wenjing wanted to take it no matter how much it cost, so it was not easy for him to randomly quote the price.
Zhang Wenyuan, who was on the side, came out to smooth things over and said: "Jian Jiancheng, Xiao Song must have come with sincerity. Otherwise, he would not have called us two old men here to be witnesses. Just talk about your ideas. If it can be done, everyone
The deal can be concluded. We also want to take a look at the next one."
Wen Jiancheng and Zhang Wenyuan were acquaintances, and Zhang Wenyuan's status was there after all, so he could not refuse Zhang Wenyuan's kindness.
Moreover, he could also see that Song Wenjing really wanted to buy it sincerely and was not here to fight the autumn wind.