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"It's over, let's sit inside."

"Not busy, let's look at things first."

When the two of them entered the house, the old horse was still impatient, blinking his eyes and groping around.

"This, I just got it back this afternoon."

Xu Fei pushed the two round stools.

This is a typical round stool of the Qing Dynasty, also called round 杌, which is a combination of 杌 and pier. The five legs are curved, and the surface is crabapple surface (in the shape of a blooming petal). There was a pattern on it, but it has long since fallen off.

The wiping head (the part near the edge) is in good condition, the big edge (the edge) is also very round, there is no flower tooth (the decoration around the edge), the bottom foot is round, surrounded by a circle of tents (connecting The legs of the stool, the rods that play a stabilizing role, are called tents).

The color is deep red, dark brown is sandwiched in the deep red, the texture is slanted and staggered, it looks oily, like a layer of wax, very textured.

Ma Wei fiddled with it for a while, and asked, "How much did you charge?"

"A pair of twenty, at the trust shop."

"Okay, don't miss it!"

He picked up a thumb and said: "It's the real thing. I can't tell the specific dynasty. Anyway, it should be in the middle of the Qing Dynasty, and there will be the most round stools. You are old mahogany. I usually see round noodles. This is Begonia Noodles, and the appearance is so good, not bad."

Redwood is a general term, including 5 genera, 8 categories, and 29 varieties. The so-called old mahogany refers to rosewood.

Ma Wei finished looking at the stool, feeling itchy for a moment, "Is there anything else?"

"Recently, I went to the street every day and collected a few gadgets."

Xu Fei opened a cabinet, took out three things, and asked the other party to hold his eyes.

The first one looks like a small gourd, three or four centimeters long, with one big mouth and one small mouth, but it is a cupronickel cigarette holder.

The old horse has only been in the know for a few years, and his knowledge is limited, not to mention that there are too many types of antiques, it is impossible to be fully proficient. He weighed it and said, "I'm not familiar with this stuff. Most of them were in the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China. The value is not high. How much did you pay for it?"

"Buy vegetables for free."

"Oh, that's all right."

Then came the second piece, a copper paperweight.

It is about six centimeters long and looks like a cow resting on the ground. The cow is a buffalo from the south of the Yangtze River. The head of the cow is high, the ganoderma lucidum is held in its mouth, and there is a base under the body. The lines are exquisite and lifelike.

"That's not bad."

Ma Weidu nodded, and said: "The ancient literati liked paperweights, which are both practical and playful. This is called Qingshang. You have been around for a long time, and the gilt on the outside has been taken off, but it should be fine copper, and the style is also clever. Just play with it."

Then came the third one. As soon as he met his gaze, his small eyes blinked twice, and then returned to normal.

This is a bamboo-carved pen holder, about fifteen centimeters high, with a large opening, the patina has fallen off badly, and there are several thin cracks at the bottom. The pattern is a man sitting on the ground with bare breasts and bare feet, holding shoes in his hand.

There is a withdrawal on the side, and it says "The Feather".

"Where did you get it?"

"I went to the street a few days ago and saw a farmer setting up a stall, saying that it was passed down from my ancestors, and it cost me three yuan."

Holding the pen holder, Xu Fei humbly asked, "Which sage is Zhi Yu?"

"I know that there was a bamboo carver named Wang Zhiyu in the mid-Qing Dynasty. But he retired very early, and his works are very few. I have seen a few, all of which are imitations of the Republic of China."

The old horse secretly observed his expression, and continued: "You are similar, but I'm not sure. Otherwise, I met an old man in the cultural relics store who has a lot of research on bamboo carvings. If you are free, I will come over tomorrow see?"

"Well……"

Xu Fei thought for a moment, then smiled and said, "Let's do it another day, anyway, don't worry."

Seeing that he didn't answer, Ma Wei pretended that he hadn't said anything, walked around the hut, and said, "Nowadays people are rushing to the refrigerator and color TV, and there are few people who play with antiques. See what you mean, have you learned it before? "

"I have read some miscellaneous books, and I know a little bit about it. Like Ru, Guan, Ge, Jun, Ding, Yuan Qinghua, Tang Sancai, Ming and Qing furniture, etc., I know this. .”

"Hey, I'm also the first to get a glimpse of the way, make progress together, make progress together." Lao Ma laughed.

It is now the end of September, and the crew of "Dream of Red Mansions" set off to shoot the first scene at Taiping Lake in Huangshan Mountain.

Xu Fei returned to the small courtyard, did nothing else, and ran out every day. When I get up early in the morning, I go to the morning market first. Farmers come to sell vegetables and goods, and they often bring old things at home along with them.

Then there is the trust store. I have visited almost all the trust stores in Forty-Nine City, and I will go there every few days to see if there are any new products. In fact, he wants to enter the cultural relics store, but the cultural relics store does not sell it to the outside world, and only has a domestic sales department.

In the 1980s, collecting antiques was the most fun!

Don't be afraid to buy fakes, there is no antique market yet, who makes fakes? Even if there were, the ancients imitated the predecessors, and the Republic of China imitated the ancients. But it is also an antique, the price of three melons and two dates, it is not a loss to buy it.

It was rare for Lao Ma to meet someone of the same kind, and the more he chatted, the more interested he became, and before he knew it, it was late at night, so he simply went outside to find a small restaurant.

Self-employed, the taste is acceptable, Xu Fei ordered a bottle of wine, Huadeng brand special song, the manufacturer is very famous - Niulanshan.

The two of them ate and drank a little bit drunk, Xu Fei conveniently said: "I invite you to come here today, besides palming me, there is one more thing I want to ask.

You are an editor, so you are quite familiar with it. What procedures do you have to go through to run a magazine now? "

"A magazine?"

Ma Weidu blinked, and said: "The procedure is not important, the title is the most important. What is the title, it is the sponsor, whether you are a national prefix, a provincial prefix, a party and government agency, a public institution, or an association, Research institutes and committees are fine. The bigger the title, the easier it is to deal with it, otherwise you won't even be able to apply for a serial number.

What's the matter, you want to run a magazine? "

"Just to find out, I'm very interested in this."

Xu Fei toasted a glass of wine, and it seemed that he was similar to the urine of later generations, it all depends on the organizer.

Just like the most popular magazines now, "Popular TV" is run by Zhejiang Provincial Radio and Television, "Popular Film" is run by the China Film Association, "Health and Beauty" is run by the Sports Newspaper Headquarters, and "Wulin" is run by The face of the body committee...

The two of them drank until almost midnight before breaking up. Ma Wei pedaled his bicycle, staggered, and went home by himself.

Xu Fei walked in a secluded alley and rubbed his nose. The half-day experience was really amazing!

As for the pen holder just now, he dared to swear on his knees, nine out of ten it was true. How dare you ask the experts, who are the experts with? If you meet someone who is not good, people will say, oh, you are fake, but I accept the goods in the cultural relics store, or I will sell them...

They are all tricks.

To be honest, Xu Fei was not too impressed with the men in the Beijing circle, but he had to admit that they did have skills, and their influence stretched back thirty years.

Everything in society is complicated, and if you deliberately do not interact with them because you have a bad impression of them, it is purely pretentious. So I still have to get in touch, but I have to have an idea in my heart.

The Beijing circle is the most xenophobic, and of course I didn't think about licking it. He knows the value of the Beijing circle, and he knows his own value even more. As the contact gets deeper in the future, it will basically be a relationship of mutual use.

This is a neutral word, not derogatory. In real life, apart from parents, relatives, close friends, the guys you know are just these four words and use each other.

When you are useful to him, he is also useful to you. He is polite and everyone is very nice.

"It's far enough!"

Xu Fei scratched his neck, tired from walking, "Looks like I need to get a bicycle."