Lu's father is a recent frequent visitor to the thrift market, he is very popular, and he buys thrift goods on the pretext that he needs to buy more belongings for his family when he first arrives in the capital, and he buys jewelry and toys for his grandchildren to play, not to mention the use of dishes, chopsticks, cups and plates.

Why come to the thrift market? I don't have a ticket to go to a department store, so it's easy to understand. A decent piece of large furniture in a department store can easily cost tens of dollars or hundreds of yuan.

"Comrade Lu, come to me to have a look, you don't need cups, plates, dishes and chopsticks, so you can take them out and sell them."

"Take Xibao to see me, whether it's wood carving or gourd, it's an old craft, I don't regret buying it, children like to play with these things, look at how exquisite this rattle is!" Xibao stopped when he heard someone call his name, and saw the rattle that the other party took out,

"Sister!" It means to buy one for my sister, and Lu's father obeys,

"Okay, okay, buy one for my sister." This rattle is not the one that Xibao plays, it is ordinary boxwood, but it is extremely well done, only five cents.

After turning around, he bought three or five more things, all of which were porcelain, and Lu's father carried them in a net pocket, as if he was really here to buy dishes and plates.

The young man who sold them the chairs suddenly dragged him secretly and whispered: "Uncle, I have a lot of calligraphy and paintings handed down from my ancestors, do you want it?" One dollar a piece, all for you. Father Lu actually loves calligraphy and painting the most, but these things are not very common on the market, and after listening to the other party's words, he did not agree, but pondered for a while, and said: "Calligraphy and painting are not very useful, but you can let me see it first, and if I look good, I will buy it and paste it in the house." The old house we lived in was relatively dilapidated, with potholes on the walls, and it didn't look like that. "The young man was overjoyed,

"You wait for me first, I'll go home and get it." He was worried that Father Lu would regret it, and he didn't even care about the stall and walked home, but as for the pile of old goods, he wasn't worried at all.

First, everyone around him knows him, and second, the socialist atmosphere is good. Not long after he was older, the young man came over with a large scroll of calligraphy and painting, and ran profusely sweating, and Father Lu only looked at it twice and decided to buy it all, spending a total of eighteen yuan.

It was too dazzling to bring back so many calligraphy and paintings, and after walking for a while, Lu's father took off his coat and wrapped the scroll in his armpit.

"Xibao, let's go, go home!"

"Go home, go home!" Xibao yelled and dragged his chair to run home. Father Lu didn't have time to rest when he got home, so he put the porcelain aside, and unfolded the calligraphy and painting first.

"Xiaoxue, come and take a look." may know that he is almost a full moon, Fu Bao will not stop all day today, put down and cry, Feng Qingxue had to hold her in his arms, walk around the house, come to the table and look twice, exclaimed: "Dad, where did you get so many good paintings?" Although a few of them are fakes, there are at least a dozen genuine ones, right? "Most of them are the authentic works of the famous scholar and painter Huang Binhong.

Don't look at Huang Binhong's paintings, it looks like a large piece of black, ordinary people can't appreciate it, but this is his work after the age of eighty, the early white Binhong, dry brush and light ink, sparse and elegant, the later black Binhong, black dense and heavy, black translucent.

Before Huang Binhong's death, no one asked for a single dollar for his paintings, but half a century later, one of his paintings is worth hundreds of millions.

In the painting world, Huang Binhong and Qi Baishi are famous, which shows how lofty his status is.