Chapter 728 Fubao's Full Moon 2

Father Lu is a frequent visitor to the flea market recently. He is generous and popular. He buys second-hand goods on the pretext that he needs to buy some household items for his family when he first arrived in the capital. He says he buys jewelry and toys for his grandchildren to play with. Of course, he buys bowls, chopsticks, and cups for them to play with.

Why come to the flea market? It is easy to understand that he doesn't have a ticket to go to the department store.

A decent large piece of furniture in the department store costs tens or hundreds of yuan.

"Comrade Lu, come and have a look at my cups, plates, and bowls. I don't need them, so I'm selling them."

"Bring Xi Bao to see mine. Whether it's wood carving or gourds, they are all old crafts. You won't regret buying them. Children like to play with these things. Look at how exquisite this rattle is!"

Xi Bao stopped when she heard someone calling her name, and saw the rattle that the other person took out, "Sister!"

It means to buy one for her sister, and Father Lu complies, "Okay, buy one for her sister."

This rattle is not the one Xi Bao plays with, it is just ordinary boxwood, but it is made very well and only costs fifty cents.

After a round, he bought three or five more things, all porcelain. Father Lu carried them in a net bag, as if he really came to buy bowls and plates.

The young man who sold them chairs suddenly grabbed him stealthily and whispered: "Uncle, I have a lot of calligraphy and paintings handed down from my ancestors. Do you want them? One yuan per piece, all for you."

Father Lu actually loves calligraphy and paintings, but these things are not common on the market. After hearing what the other party said, he did not agree immediately, but pondered for a moment and said: "Calligraphy and paintings are not very useful, but you can let me see them first. If I think they are good, I will buy them and put them in the house. The old house we live in is quite shabby, with potholes on the wall, which doesn't look like that."

The young man was overjoyed, "Please wait for me first, I will go home and get them."

He was worried that Father Lu would go back on his word, so he walked home without even taking care of the stall. As for the pile of old goods, he was not worried at all.

First, everyone around knew him, and second, the socialist atmosphere was good.

Not long after, the young man came over with a large armful of calligraphy and painting scrolls, running with sweat all over his forehead. Father Lu took only two glances and decided to buy them all, spending a total of 18 yuan.

Bringing so many calligraphy and paintings back home was too eye-catching, so after walking for a while, Father Lu took off his jacket and wrapped the scrolls under his armpits.

"Xibao, let's go home!"

"Go home, go home!" Xibao shouted and dragged the chair home.

When Father Lu got home, he put the porcelain aside without taking a rest, and unfolded the calligraphy and paintings first, "Xiaoxue, come and take a look."

Perhaps knowing that she was about to be one month old, Fubao was restless all day today, and cried when she was put down. Feng Qingxue had to hold her in her arms, walked around the room, and came to the table to take a look, exclaiming: "Dad, where did you get so many good paintings? Although some of them are fakes, there are at least a dozen originals, right?" Most of them are originals by the famous scholar and painter Huang Binhong.

Although Huang Binhong's paintings look like a large black area, most people cannot appreciate them, but these are his works after he turned 80. The early white Binhong, dry brush and light ink, sparse and elegant, the later black Binhong, dense and thick black, transparent in black.

When Huang Binhong was alive, no one wanted his paintings for one yuan, but half a century later, one of his paintings is worth hundreds of millions.

In the painting world, Huang Binhong and Qi Baishi are as famous as each other, which shows how high his status is.