Chapter 377 376 “Where Did He Get so Much Money?!”

The three of them sat down and started chatting, naturally about calligraphy and painting.

Fang Minghua doesn't know much about antique furniture, but he still knows a little about calligraphy and painting, especially the calligraphy and painting of Qi Baishi, Zhang Daqian, and Li Kuchan during the Republic of China, which is his strong point.

"What, Zhang Daqian's "Jia Couple" is also in your place? And Li Kuchan's "Eagles"? Wow, the museum is such a waste of natural resources, such paintings are still for sale." Wang Shixiang sighed repeatedly.

have to.

I can't say it anymore. If I say that Zhang Daqian's "Love Mark Lake" and Qi Baishi's "Ink Shrimp" are also in my place, Pan Tianshou's "Kanxinshan Society Bamboo Timber Sun" is also in my place. Then, old man, are you going to scold Director Wang of the museum to death? ?

Forget it, keep a low profile.

"Xiao Fang, where did you learn all this knowledge about calligraphy and painting appreciation?" Wang Shixiang asked.

"This is our old man Yan Bingchu from Xijing. I always ask him for advice on calligraphy and painting. He can be regarded as my master." Fang Minghua answered truthfully.

"Look, I guess you learned it from Yan Bingchu." Wang Shixiang said with a smile: "Although there are many cultural relics and antiques in Xijing, in the world of collecting, the most famous one is Yan Bingchu. Is he in good health?"

"The body is quite strong."

"Yan Bingchu is several years older than me, but he can be considered a member of the same generation. Our generation has experienced the Manchu Qing Dynasty, the Republic of China, New China, wars, turmoil, and movements for decades. Now we have entered the octogenarian age. I hope that the treasures left by our ancestors, such as antiques, calligraphy and paintings, can be sorted out and treasured by someone, and they will never be lost again. When we are old, we rely on you. "

Wang Shixiang's words were sincere and heartfelt, and the two of them were very moved.

To be honest, for Fang Minghua, the purpose of collecting these calligraphy and paintings was to increase their value. However, in the past two years, he has also developed a strong interest in appreciating these calligraphy and paintings.

Some people say that appreciating calligraphy and painting can cultivate one's sentiments. This is indeed true when you think about it. It's better than playing mahjong at night, right?

Historically, several big figures in the literary circles of Qin Province, except Lu Yao who died young, Jia Pingwa and Chen Zhongshi, all developed a strong interest in calligraphy.

Later, they talked about furniture from the Ming and Qing dynasties, which was Wang Shixiang's collection with the largest variety. Ma Weidu was naturally interested, but Fang Minghua could only listen.

To be honest, he didn't feel much about this thing.

In the afternoon, Fang Minghua saw that it was getting late and wanted to leave, but the old man asked him to stay for a meal.

"I'll just eat the mandarin fish you bought and let you have a taste of my craftsmanship!"

Wang Shixiang rushed to the kitchen excitedly. At this time, Ma Weidu looked envious: "Editor Fang, you are so proud. I have been to Wang's house many times and I have never eaten the mandarin fish he cooked!"

"Haha, it doesn't matter. If you eat once today, there will be another time." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

"Oh. You still know how to speak!"

Wang Shixiang’s craftsmanship is really good, and he even served a plate of homemade “Steamed Mandarin Fish with White Cabbage”, which is superimposed with the essence of Zaoyu fillet and Zaoyao, and is garnished with fragrant rice wine. It is really amazing. Great appetite.

"This is what I made when I was sent to the May 7th Cadre School to use local materials. It tastes good." Wang Shixiang said with a smile.

"That's great. I usually don't like fish, but now I see you have a big appetite." Fang Minghua said with a smile.

"Oh, I forgot, you people in Qin Province don't like to eat fish."

A table of dishes, with mandarin fish as the main course, accompanied by braised pork slices, braised bamboo shoots in oil, and a pot of braised green onions, made Fang Minghua feel happy.

It's simply much better than the food in Luyuan.

After finishing the meal and sitting for a while, Fang Minghua and Ma Wei both said goodbye and left.

They parted ways at the entrance of the alley. Fang Minghua wanted to go back to Luyuan, and Ma Wei wanted to go back to Air Force compound.

"Editor Fang, let's say goodbye. In the future, I will ask you for more advice on antique calligraphy and painting." Ma Weidu said.

"I only know a little bit about calligraphy and painting. As for furniture and antiques, that's your strength." Fang Minghua said.

"Hey, I've only learned a little bit, and I'm still far from it. Let's communicate more when we have time."

"Okay, okay."

The two broke up at the entrance of the alley, leaving their respective contact information.

Fang Minghua directly asked someone to rush back to school. It was really hard to take the bus.

Sitting in front of him, with the evening breeze blowing in his face, Fang Minghua thought of what happened today.

Ma Weidu is a very smart person and a good person.

Later, he made remarkable achievements in the field of collection. He also shared his collection with the public through the establishment of museums and other methods, promoting the spread and exchange of culture.

In the future, will we also establish a museum of calligraphy and painting of calligraphers and painters of the Republic of China?

Of course, not now.

There aren't enough coffee spots. If you show off too much, you'll get into trouble.

Besides, Ma Weidu was a little excited to return to his home in the Air Force Compound.

The yellow pear wood Taishi chair from the Ming Dynasty that I bought for 153 yuan two days ago was authenticated by Wang Shixiang. I wonder how many times the price will increase in the future?

Today I went to Wang Shixiang's house for a meal. The fish was really delicious and unforgettable.

It’s just that Mr. Wang doesn’t drink.

Such a good meal without some wine made him feel like there was something missing and it wasn't satisfying.

No, after returning home, he walked around the house a few times and then picked up the phone at home. He called his buddy Wang Shuo.

At this time, Wang Shuogang and Shen Xujia had not long been married. They had nothing to do except write novels one day, so they came over by car.

At a barbecue restaurant near Gongzhufen, they ordered mutton skewers and draft beer, and the two of them started eating and drinking.

"Brother, what's going on? Got rich? I see you're excited tonight." Wang Shuo asked as he gnawed on the mutton skewers.

"You don't know, I went to Liulichang two days ago and bought a Taishi chair. After Mr. Wang's appraisal, it was an authentic pineapple wood antique from the Ming Dynasty!"

Having stayed with Ma Wei for a long time, he naturally knew that Mr. Wang whom Ma Wei was talking about was Wang Shixiang, the great collector.

However, Wang Shuo had no interest in antiques at all. Seeing Ma Wei's proud look, he couldn't help but sarcastically said: "You just like to "exchange five horses for six sheep" and mess around."

Ma Weidu smiled and was not annoyed. The two of them were used to talking like this.

After taking a sip of beer, he said, "Brother, I ate the mandarin fish cooked by Wang at his home today, and it tasted amazing!"

"Oh, you've made a fool of yourself, and you can actually eat the mandarin fish cooked by Mr. Wang himself?!"

Hey, Mr. Wang is not inviting me, but you are specially inviting me. I am just enjoying the meal. "

"Who invited you? You're so proud?" Wang Shuo asked casually as he continued to eat mutton skewers.

"You know him too."

"I?"

"Yes, that's Fang Minghua from Xijing's "Yanhe" magazine."

"Him?!" Wang Shuo was stunned.

It took a while to calm down, with a look of disbelief on his face.

"Don't worry, even if he can write something, he won't let Mr. Wang make mandarin fish for him, right?"

"Not only can he write novels, but he is also a master in collecting! Did you know that he has collected nearly 10,000 calligraphy and paintings by painters from the Republic of China like Qi Baishi, Zhang Daqian and others!"

Damn, so many? !

Wang Shuo was completely shocked.

After a while, he regained his composure and murmured something.

"Where did he get so much money?!"