"That's not right," Wu Chengzhi suddenly sensed something was wrong at this time, looked at his son in a daze, and asked in a low voice, "How can such a rare treasure be in your hands?" ”

"Rare treasures?" Wu Haogu smiled, lowered his voice and said, "Daddy, it should be a rare fake!" ”

"Fakes?"

"That's right, it's a fake!"

"Who did it?"

"Who else?" Wu Haogu smiled, "Of course it was made by a child!" ”

Wu Chengyi's face was surprised, and he looked at his son speechless for a long time.

He really couldn't believe that this "Drunken Arhat Picture" was made by Wu Haogu.

Because of Wu Haogu's painting skills, how can he not know when he is a father? Not to mention the body, limbs, and facial features of the Arhat, even those few brushstrokes of the Wu family-like orchid leaf were not depicted by Wu Haogu.

If he wants to have this ability, he will already enter the Hanlin Painting Academy, and maybe he will even be able to do it.

But if this painting wasn't made by Wu Haogu, how could it be in his hands? And also...... If this painting is genuine, as long as it is sacrificed along the path of Pan Daguan, the current disaster of the Wu family can be solved immediately, and now Wu Chengzhi should have gone home and squinted.

So this painting is indeed fake!

"Is it a grimm?" Wu Chengzhi still didn't believe that this "Drunken Arhat" was painted by his son, he thought about it and asked, "Did you find half an old piece of paper in the ghost market?" ”

The paintings sold on the ghost market are not necessarily complete, because many of the things on the ghost market are dug out of the ground by the earth. It is good to say that jade, bronze, and gold have been buried in the soil for a long time, and it can be said that "old paper" and "old silk" are not so easy to preserve. Many of the calligraphy and paintings that came out of the coffin board were incomplete, and this kind of calligraphy and painting was called "half an old piece of paper".

However, "half an old piece of paper" does not mean that it has no value, the key depends on what is on the paper? If it's Zhan Ziqian, Wu Daozi and other people's ink treasures, then find a way to repair it. Even if you copy the painting on the "old paper" and then use the facsimile to "make" an old painting, sometimes you can get the price of an authentic handiwork.

"Yes, yes, yes." Wu Haogu didn't talk nonsense with Lao Tzu anymore, and nodded again and again, "Daddy, my son did get half a piece of old paper in the ghost market to make this painting...... You can still see it, right? ”

"Yes, well done." Wu Chengzhi nodded with satisfaction, "This craft...... Even your father and I have been blinded, and I will not worry about eating and drinking in the future. ”

He has something to say.

The Wu family's family property is tens of thousands, and there are shops in the best market in Kaifeng Prefecture, even if the martial arts are good, they don't have to worry about eating and drinking.

In the future, Wu Haogu will have to rely on the craft of counterfeiting paintings to eat well, which shows that the martial arts family is sad about this catastrophe.

However, Wu Haogu doesn't believe in this evil, he still has a "Brother Gao Yu", and there may be a "Brother Zhao Ji" in the future, how can he not keep his family business?

"Daddy, don't worry," Wu Haogu comforted his father, "When my son gets this paper painting out, I will scrape together enough money to redeem you." In the future, father and son will always be able to carry it over. ”

Wu Chengzhi put away the scroll in his hand, handed it back to Wu Haogu, nodded and said, "I can only take one step at a time...... Da Lang, I have to tell you something for my father. ”

"What's the matter?"

"After my father planned to get out of the prison of Kaifeng Mansion, he reconciled with Erniang."

"And leave?" Wu Haogu was stunned, he knew that his father liked Feng Erniang very much, how could he say that he was leaving? The marriage of the Song Dynasty seems to be not so reliable!

Wu Chengzhi looked at his son and said, "This is for the father's meaning, the disaster of the calligraphy and painting shop cannot implicate your second brother...... He is the seed of reading, and there will always be a day when he will be prosperous. As long as my father and son can survive until then, they will definitely be able to make a comeback. ”

So that's the case, but can you really rely on Wu Haowen?

Wu Haogu thought about it, but he didn't remember that there was such a big man in the history of the Song Dynasty. It's better to rely on him than on "Brother Gao Yu" and "Brother Zhao Ji"!

"It's all up to Daddy." Wu Haogu is not good at interfering in the marriage between his father and his mother, so he can only follow his father's wishes.

Wu Chengzhi's mood seems to be a little better, although the disasters at home can't be avoided, but with the painting made by Wu Haogu, it can support it for a while.

"Da Lang," said Wu Haogu, "you must be careful. ”

"The child understands, the child must be careful." Wu Haogu nodded.

What he is doing now is extremely risky, which is to deceive a group of picturesque magnates as "good deeds".

Once the soup is leaked, won't those people put it to death? At that time, it will be Gao Yu's brother, and he will not be able to protect Wu Haogu.

……

In the northwest of Kaifeng Outer City, more than ten miles outside Jinyao Gate, there is a manor that is not too big. Although the scale of this village is not large, it is very elegantly built, and there is a small pond in the back garden brick by brick, which obviously has taken a lot of thought. At a glance, you can see that it is a self-cultivation villa of a noble family in Kaifeng City.

The officials of the Great Song Dynasty were benevolent, and although they released the military power of the heroes and nobles at the beginning of the founding of the country, they ensured the peace and wealth of their descendants. The bloody washing of the lords and wealthy families like the Han and Tang dynasties has never happened in this dynasty.

Therefore, more than 100 years after the founding of the Great Song Dynasty, inside and outside Bianliang, you can see such exquisite and elegant villas and manors in slightly more beautiful places.

In the back garden of this villa, in a small pavilion with tulle curtains hung on all sides, there were not many people sitting, and in the center were two scribes, an old man and a young man, both wearing soft hats and hats, dressed in casual clothes, both chic and refreshing. The old white face and long hair, with a graceful bearing, at first glance, he is a relative who has been pampered for most of his life. The young man is also elegant and handsome, and when he talks and laughs, a pair of dark eyes turn from time to time, and he looks like a shrewd person.

Accompanying the two was a man in his thirties, a white brocade shirt, tall and burly, and a handsome face, who was Wu Haogu's "Brother Gao".

On a large and short tea table among the three of them, a "boundary painting platform" was spread, which was the "Sangjia Wazi Map" handed over to Gao Yu by Wu Haogu a few days ago.

The older scribe pointed to the picture as if it were a real scene, "Brother Yin, everyone says that you are good at painting, and you are skilled enough to be real. But the old man doesn't believe it, unless you can bring this painting down in front of the old man. ”

The young man known as Brother Yin'er frowned slightly when he heard this, stared at the "Sang Family Wazi Map" with both eyes, and said after a long time: "I really can't come to this painting, so I can only copy it...... Where did you find this boundary painting? ”

The old man known as the concubine is the commander of the concubine, the king of Dengzhou Thorn History, he pointed to the corner of the painting with the folding fan in his hand, "Isn't there a paragraph on it?" ”

"Oh," the young scribe looked at carefully, "Wu Hao Gu...... I've never heard of it. ”

Wang Yu glanced at Gao Yu, and Gao Yu said: "He is the great-grandson of Wu Zongyuan, and he works on Panlou Street, and the martial arts painting is his family." ”

The young scribe nodded, and said thoughtfully: "I don't want to have such a person on Panlou Street, I, Mi Youren, will definitely have to go for a while." ”

Wang Shu smiled and said, "The old man, like you, also wants to meet this master of boundary painting.

By the way, Brother Yin, you just said that you have a strange painting, why don't you take it out and show it to the old man? ”

"Oh, I almost forgot." Mi Youren smiled, then took out a painting scroll and spread it out on the tea table, which was one of the twenty copies of "Drunken Arhat" copied by Zhang Zeduan.

It turned out that four days ago on the ghost market sold twenty copies of the "Drunken Arhat Map", one of them to Mi Fu's son Mi Youren.

"This is...... Imitation of Wu Daozi drunk arhat picture? Wang Xu first saw the painting on the painting, and then saw the lifelike drunken Arhat.

"It's a facsimile," said Mi Youren, "and it is said that the original will be sung and sold at the Su family shop in the ghost market tomorrow." ”

"Somai original?" Wang Xuan stared at the Arhat on the picture, "Brother Yin, what do you think of this original?" ”

"It shouldn't be the real work of the painting saint, the body of the painting is not so similar......

When I look at this painting, I may have made it in the name of the saint of painting. ”

Mi Fu's son and Mi Fu are the same, are calligraphy and painting, but also proficient in counterfeiting, this eyesight is not much worse than Wu Cheng!

"Is it a fake?" Wang Shu asked.

In fact, he also saw the problem.

Mi Youren shook his head, "Whether it's a fake or not, you have to look at it to know the original...... The painting is indeed good, not under the "Mulberry Family Tile Picture". If you can paint to this extent, you can also deserve the name of painting.

Now it depends on what year and month this was originally and how is the condition? ”

Wang Shu nodded and said with a smile: "That's right, if it is a painting of the Tang Dynasty, it is not from the hand of the painting saint, and it is also a rare good thing." ”

Mi Youren said with a smile: "Donkey, this painting will be sold in the ghost market tomorrow, why don't I go and see it together?" ”

"Singing and selling? Okay, let's go together. ”