Siheyuan: This driver is too arrogant

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Liu Weidong frowned, you still have the face to say it!

It’s not your own fault!

"Then what do you think you should do!" Liu Weidong wanted to go to the school warehouse to look for it again, but Song Tingting said that the warehouse was later accepted by the school, and all the books were sent to the paper mill to make pulp. As for the tables, chairs, and benches, they were all dismantled and burned, and there was not much left.

"I know an old man, surnamed Hou. This grandfather is a trash collector. I wonder why we should talk to him?"

"Marquis surname?" Liu Weidong's face darkened. Could it be that person?

It’s not impossible!

"Walk!"

Qin Yongjiang returned to the house, carried the half bag of milk powder, gave a few instructions to the little widow in the house, then pushed the door and walked out, hurried to the corner of the street with Liu Weidong.

In a dilapidated house on the corner of the street, an old man was guarding a broken teapot, carrying a kerosene lamp, and sitting under the lamp to admire a painting.

"The old man is idle!" Qin Yongjiang walked over, pulled the bench and sat down, put half a bag of milk powder on the table. Old man Hou lifted it up and looked at it, and then pinched out a small pinch and smelled it, "A smell of milk."

"Nonsense, this is the milk powder baked from the best grassland milk. Don't I keep it for myself."

"You veteran, please shy your face with me if you say a few words!" Old Man Hou snatched it, "I have also brought a follower, young man, please sit down!"

Liu Weidong also pulled a small stool with one leg missing and sat down, lowered his head to look at the paintings on the table.

"I understand painting?" Old Master Hou smiled, and Liu Weidong nodded, "I don't understand, but I have seen a few pictures."

"Then look at my painting, is it true or false? Which dynasty passed down from?"

Mr. Hou pushed the painting in front of him. Liu Weidong took a closer look. He used a brush to outline the shallow mountains and waters, willow leaves and pine waves, fishermen and shepherd boys, and geese roaming the breeze...

It looks quite ancient, but...

This painting is fake!

Authentic...

The authentic product is hidden in the tomb of Yelu Longyou on the grassland!

"Then I'll be ugly. This "Autumn River Fishing Hidden Picture" by Yao Shou in the Ming Dynasty looks simple and simple, and the characters and landscapes are outlined perfectly. It's a pity that it was counterfeited by later generations."

"Fake it?" Old Master Hou was stunned, hurriedly lifted the drawing paper, and looked at the lamp again, but no matter how he looked, he was...

Look at this paper, which is a large-format cooked rice paper commonly used by painters in the Ming Dynasty, and then look at the inscriptions, handwriting, and stamps...

It seems that nothing is wrong!

"You young man will just be fooled, it's clear..."

Until his eyes fell on the edge of the paper, he was stunned!

He carefully dredged a little water, smeared it on, and his head buzzed!

This is not a paper from the Ming Dynasty, it is clearly from the Qing Dynasty, and it is made old with special techniques!

"I have been holding it for a lifetime, but I didn't expect to slap a piece of paper." Old Master Hou sighed, rolled up the painting, and stuffed it into Liu Weidong's hand, "Young man, throw this piece of paper into the stove pit and burn it! It looks embarrassing!"

"Don't, old man, listen to me first!"

The veteran Youzi said the purpose of the trip again, and Mr. Hou frowned, "You Qin Yongjiang, I have heard that you don't do good things, digging graves and hooking up with widows, there is nothing you dare not do!"

"You old man, you said this, but I was wronged. Why did I dig the grave? Did I move a grass in the Ming Mausoleum? Did I move a stone in the Qian Mausoleum? I won't take anything from the Tartars..."

"You have it, you have reason, say it, what do you want to do!"

Mr. Hou couldn't tell him, and waved his hand impatiently, straightforwardly, straightforwardly.

"Wei Dong, take that painting and let me see it!" The veteran Youzi waved to Liu Weidong and ordered.

Please give me a monthly ticket, please book it all

(End of this chapter)