Being a tour guide for historical celebrities, the motherland is amazed again

Chapter 199 Look at him, he has collected so many cultural relics and has never failed
"Oh, you have two faces." Wang Mang sneered from the side.

As soon as the middle-aged man sat down, the boss took out a small box from behind the counter. After opening the box, he saw a black inkstone lying inside.

"Sir, this double-footed wind-shaped Duan stone inkstone has been passed down from five generations. Look, it's so elegant." The boss said with a smile.

The middle-aged man looked at it carefully for a while, nodded, and carefully put the inkstone back into the box.

"Excuse me, Boss, how much is this inkstone?"

"Sir, you are a regular customer, is this number okay?" The boss held up five fingers.

"Five hundred taels? That's fine." The middle-aged man hesitated for a moment, but finally agreed.

Just as the man was about to take out the banknote, Su Jiahe suddenly stepped forward and interrupted the transaction.

"Wait, your inkstone is a replica, it can't be more than a hundred years old."

The boss looked at Su Jiahe and his expression suddenly darkened.

"Where did you come from, little girl? What do you know? How dare you offend Lord Zhao? Come on, kick her out!"

"Hey, hey, hey, what are you doing? Not only are you treating our guests differently, but you're also trying to drive us away." Wang Mang quickly stepped forward to protect Su Jiahe. However, just as the waiter was about to take action, he was suddenly stopped by the middle-aged man.

"Girl, do you also know about inkstones?"

"To be honest, I not only know about inkstones, but I can also tell you the years and origins of all the items in this store." Su Jiahe said calmly.

"Haha, a country girl dares to brag so much." The boss curled his lips in disdain. "Master Zhao, I'll kick them out right away so they don't disturb your leisure time."

"Boss, please be patient. Since the young lady said so, I would like to have a chat with her." The man stood up and politely asked Wang Mang and Su Jiahe to sit down.

"Okay, sir, please take your time to talk." The boss glanced at Su Jiahe secretly, his face full of dissatisfaction, but he didn't dare to say anything else. His expression looked as if he had eaten a fly.

"Girl, do you know who owns that landscape painting?" the middle-aged man said, pointing at the wall.

"It's an authentic work by Mi Fu. The painting next to it is by Huang Tingjian, and the calligraphy next to it is a later imitation of Yan Zhenqing. It probably dates back to the end of the Five Dynasties."

The middle-aged man was secretly shocked when he saw Su Jiahe answered the origins of several calligraphy and paintings in one breath.

The man then randomly pointed to a few antiques in the shop, and Su Jiahe answered them one by one. The man was stunned. After a long while, he slowly stood up and said, "Young lady, you are so young, yet you have such accomplishments. I admire you!"

"Someone just now said we were bragging." Wang Mang added sarcastically.

"I'm sorry for not recognizing a great person." The antique shop owner stood aside and smiled awkwardly.

"My name is Zhao Mingcheng. I enjoy collecting gold and stone. Miss, would you be willing to come with me to my house and help me identify the collection?"

Su Jiahe was stunned when she heard Zhao Mingcheng's name. She didn't expect that the person in front of her was actually Li Qingzhao's original official partner.

However, according to the original history, he died in 1129. It may be because the per capita living standards in the Song Dynasty improved that he was able to survive in good health to this day.

"Okay." Su Jiahe nodded in agreement and got into Zhao Mingcheng's carriage with Wang Mang.

Looking at the dust raised by the departing carriage, the owner of the antique shop stood at the door, unable to come back to his senses for a long time.

"Boss, are you okay?" the waiter came forward and asked carefully.

"You idiot! You have no sense of propriety! You've offended a distinguished guest. Now that he's connected with Lord Zhao, what are we going to do if he comes looking for trouble later?" the boss yelled at his employee. The employee turned his back, secretly rolled his eyes, and went to the side to silently wipe the cabinet, leaving the boss alone on the spot, regretting his actions and slapping himself in the face.

"Real people don't reveal their appearance, how come I didn't see it?"

Soon, Su Jiahe and Wang Mang arrived at the Zhao residence. They were invited into the study, where they saw rows of cabinets filled with various treasures, more than those in an antique shop.

"I have devoted a lot of effort to researching every antique here." Zhao Mingcheng said, taking out a thick account book, on which each antique was numbered, and its origin, characteristics and age were recorded one by one. He also made many annotations and quoted classics.

"This is a big project." Su Jiahe couldn't help but exclaimed.

"Yes, I am busy with official duties during the week, so I can only come back at night to study gold and stone. It took many years of hard work to accumulate these."

Su Jiahe couldn't imagine what kind of love could support a person to work during the day, read a lot of books at night, and do such tedious and tiring work.

No wonder he was able to establish his own school and become the pioneer of epigraphy.

Su Jiahe scanned the collection one by one and discovered that Zhao Mingcheng had authenticated over 99% of the antiques to the letter. Even with the occasional errors, they were largely accurate and not outrageous.

"Brother Wang, look at him. He has collected so many cultural relics and has never lost anything." Su Jiahe looked at Wang Mang with a smile.

"Alright, alright, stop talking. Thinking about the one million I was scammed out of gives me a headache."

"Thank you for your correction, young lady. I haven't asked for your name yet." Zhao Mingcheng suddenly said.

"Yes, we've been talking for so long that I forgot to introduce myself. My name is Su Jiahe, and he is my friend, Wang Mang."

"Are you Su Jiahe?" Zhao Mingcheng looked surprised.

"What? You know me too?" Su Jiahe found that everyone here seemed surprised when they heard his name.

"Rumor has it that the Queen Mother once met a fairy named Su Jiahe in a dream. With her guidance, she saved the Song Dynasty from danger. This young lady is extremely knowledgeable. Could she be a fairy?"

"Ah... I'm not, I didn't." Su Jiahe quickly waved her hands to deny it.

"Oh, that's a coincidence."

"Sir Zhao, do you have any family?" Wang Mang really wanted to know who Zhao Mingcheng would marry after Li Qingzhao entered the palace.

"Only my wife and children are at home," Zhao Mingcheng said. "My wife is from the same hometown as me. She comes from a family of scholars and we are very close. It's a pity that we have no children, so I can only adopt a nephew."

"The Song Dynasty is now peaceful and prosperous, and the family can live together happily." Su Jiahe nodded with satisfaction, thinking that Zhao Mingcheng's ending in this dimension was not bad.

"Yes, the current Empress Dowager is truly a heroine. We are all blessed by her grace." Zhao Mingcheng said, "Miss Su, it's getting late. You should stay for dinner."

"No, no, we have urgent matters to attend to. We should leave now." Su Jiahe learned that she had become a fairy in the legend of the Song Dynasty. She was afraid that her identity would be exposed and cause chaos, so she did not dare to stay for long.

"Okay, I hope to see you again."

As Su Jiahe and Wang Mang walked out of the gate of Zhao Mansion, they saw the antique shop owner and his assistant again.

"What are you two doing? Are you ever going to stop?" Wang Mang stepped forward and said loudly.

"You two, I was blind to my true worth just now, and now I come to apologize in person."