59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang

The price was too high to be exact.

Based on the principle of cutting the price in half, Chen Feng bargained: "15 catties!"

"No, the lowest is 29 catties!!!"

"Oh, 16 catties!"

"28 and a half catties."

The two of them bid for a long time, and finally Chen Feng admitted defeat. He really didn't want to argue with Yan Bugui over half a catty.

Annoying!

"That's 25 jin, the final price, forget it if you don't want to sell it!"

Yan Bugui said proudly: "Haha, you still want to compete with me, 25 jin is a deal."

Chen Feng immediately went back to get two jins of noodles. After handing over the grain and the books, he slowly said: "Teacher, in fact, my grandfather likes Mr. Tan the most. Not to mention 25 jin, he would be willing to add another 100 yuan."

Yan Bugui stared at Chen Feng in a daze, and Chen Feng laughed and went out.

Tan Sitong was from Liuyang, Hunan, and was a role model for all Hunan scholars.

In that era of national crisis, countless Hunanese regarded him as a national hero.

Everyone has a second year of middle school. The old man also worshipped idols when he was a child. As a passionate nationalist teenager, it is normal to worship a truly proud scholar with a high level of literature.

There are many Tan Sitong's literature and poetry collections in his room, and the original body read them a lot when he was a child.

"I lost money again?" Yan Bugui looked at a bag of two jins of noodles and suddenly felt that it was not fragrant at all. "Little bastard, why did you tell me!"

"One hundred yuan, one hundred yuan, one hundred yuan!"

Not to mention that Yan Bugui was a little nervous because of Chen Feng's words.

Chen Feng put the three handwritten manuscripts into his schoolbag and entered Zhang Haixing's house.

Zhang Haixing was combing her hair in front of the mirror.

Chen Feng saw this scene, stopped at the door, and stared at her carefully.

Under the dim light, in the small room, a beautiful woman was combing her hair.

No matter how you look at it, it looks like Xiao Qian or Joan of Arc.

"Am I very beautiful?" Zhang Haixing was a little proud of her appearance.

"No, you are sick, how can you comb your hair in front of the mirror at night." Chen Feng secretly breathed a sigh of relief, and inexplicably flashed the childhood shadow of Huo Ling being fed with corpse pills in the future, slowly losing her mind, becoming a forbidden woman, and combing her hair in the mirror.

"It's easy to attract ghosts like this, do you know?"

"Do you still believe in ghosts?" Zhang Haixing asked in surprise.

"Yes, every time I go up the mountain to catch rabbits, I have to worship the mountain temple when I see it!" Chen Feng walked into the room without closing the door and sat on a stool beside the table in the room.

Picked up the five antiques and a scroll on the table, opened it and found that it was a painting by Zheng Banqiao in the late Qing Dynasty.

Zheng Banqiao was a seal maniac and a prodigal son. He was a Jinshi in the Qianlong period, but he was an honest official and did not like to curry favor with the corrupt Qianlong officialdom, so he mainly relied on selling paintings for a living.

He was good at painting orchids, bamboo, stones, pine, chrysanthemums, etc., and he had been painting orchids and bamboo for more than 50 years, and his achievements were the most outstanding. He was known as one of the Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou.

His poems, calligraphy and paintings are known as the "three wonders".

"Can you help me collect paintings by Qi Baishi and Zhang Daqian? If you receive one, I will give you a rabbit."

Zhang Haixing has a special identity and works in a secret agency.

It would be best if she came forward to exchange Qi Baishi's paintings.

Zhang Haixing was stunned for a moment, then asked, "Can I use Qi Baishi's paintings to return your remaining antiques?"

Chen Feng looked at the antiques from the late Qing Dynasty on the table, calculated the price in his mind, and nodded quickly.

"Okay!"

Zhang Haixing quickly took away everything on the table, then turned around and pulled out a box from under the bed.

"There are 20 paintings by Zhang Daqian and 12 by Qi Baishi. Minus five, you can grill three crucian carps for me tomorrow, which counts as one. The remaining 26 will be kept first."

Chen Feng opened the box, picked up a piece and carefully flipped it on the table, and found that it was indeed a genuine work of Qi Baishi.

He had heard the story of Qi Baishi using a painting to buy a cart of cabbage, and he had also heard that before Qi Baishi became famous, he was "cold and elegant as snow, and worthless in the city of Beijing", and had to sell his calligraphy and paintings at a low price in order to make a living.

Zhang Daqian is still alive and can continue to create, but he is wandering abroad and then died in Taiwan.

But Zhang Haixing took out a box directly, which was too much!

"Where did you buy so many paintings?"

Zhang Haixing leaned back lazily on the chair, soaking his feet in the medicine, and said: "My last name is Zhang, and Zhang Daqian's last name is also Zhang. It's not difficult for me to ask him for some calligraphy and paintings."

"Just brag!"

Chen Feng actually believed it a little bit in his heart.

There is no way, now the country

Learning from the masters of art is really just for the sake of money.

If you don't eat, you will really starve.

What kind of calligraphy and antiques can you eat?

In the eyes of people who don't know the value of things, they are not as good as a bowl of rice.

"Hehe, I love art, I love masters, and I love this beautiful era!"

Took out a box of fried peanuts from the schoolbag, thought about it, and took out a box of raisins dried by the wind in the space and put it on the coffee table next to Zhang Haixing's chair.

"Sister Haixing, let's make a deal. I like Chinese studies very much, especially the works of Mr. Qi and Mr. Zhang. Please work hard and help me collect more."

"Peanuts, melon seeds, raisins, flying in the sky, running on the ground, swimming in the water, as long as I can get them, I promise to get them for you."

Zhang Haixing squinted.

"My shoulders are a little sore!"

"Really? You've been working too hard. I've just read a lot of medical books recently, so I can help you massage them." Chen Feng stood behind her chair and massaged her shoulders.

'One painting, two paintings, three paintings, four paintings...! '

Chen Feng massaged for half an hour, and found that Zhang Haixing had fallen asleep.

"No, aren't you afraid that I'll turn into a wolf?"

He picked up Zhang Haixing and put her on the bed.

It was definitely impossible to wipe her feet.

As for taking off clothes, that wouldn't work either. If this woman woke up and turned her face and refused to recognize him, it would be too troublesome for him to be responsible.

Age was not a problem. According to the life expectancy of the Zhang family, Zhang Haixing was only in her teens now, and was in the best period of her life.

The main thing was that the Zhang family had too many things to do, and they had to guard the bronze gate of Changbai Mountain. The responsibility was too great, and he couldn't bear it. It would be better to hand it over to Wu Gousheng's grandson.

He covered her with a quilt casually,

He pressed the light switch, quietly closed the door and left.

A dark figure sat on the threshold of the compound, looking very lonely.

"Xu Damao, what are you doing?"

Xu Damao looked up at the sky and asked, "How come there is no trust between people?"

Whoever believes you is a jerk!

Chen Feng, carrying his schoolbag, stood on the threshold, looking down at him, and found that Xu Damao was really a little emotionally abnormal. In the past, even if he was beaten to the hospital by Sha Zhu, he would not show such an expression.

"What's wrong, did your wife give you a hat?"

"I would rather it be like this." Xu Damao sighed.

Are you sick? Who likes to wear a green hat? It's not a Gallic rooster.

Chen Feng leaned against the side of the threshold, a little curious about what happened to Xu Damao that caused him not to go home at night, as if he was kicked out, and sat and sighed.

"I have time, you have a story, why don't you tell it?"

Xu Damao sighed again and said slowly: "I am a real man, not disabled, do you believe it?"

Chen Feng nodded.

Nonsense, the powder was scraped off by me personally, the system heritage medicine, it must be very powerful!

Idol, I picked it for you!