Since 1983

From Andingmen to the south and the Forbidden City to the north, there are many old alleys in this large area, and Heizhima Hutong is one of them.

It's morning, just after the meal, people who go to work, those who walk the birds, the alley is empty and quiet. Flowers are planted in front of each gate, vines are crawling on the houses, green bricks and gray tiles are simple and natural, if not for the occasional bicycles and telephone poles, there is really a sense of time and space disorder.

Mr. Xu Chufei rode a tricycle, broke in from the dusty world outside, wearing a dusty long-sleeved jacket, stepped on a pair of black cloth shoes, and clutched a second-hand loudspeaker used for selling clothes, from time to time Say the last sentence:

"Collect old furniture, old porcelain, jade seals, bamboo and wooden playthings, the four treasures of the study!"

With this voice, he secretly practiced it for two hours before he managed to sound like a mallet.

It may look shabby to outsiders, but he enjoys it, how much fun it is! In the old alleys of the 1980s, even the air is blue-gray, collecting antiques on three wheels, without any pressure, leisurely, how many people can enjoy this feeling?

"Collect old furniture, old porcelain, jade seals, bamboo, wood and bronze wares, the four treasures of the study!"

Xu Fei rode slowly, and the wheels grinded slowly. A few hostesses came out to take a look, and then shrank back. When they came to a high-rise courtyard, an aunt shouted: "Hey, take out the broken ones! Do you want a snuff bottle?"

"Yes, but you have to look at the goods first!"

He rode over crookedly, and when he saw the front door, there were seven steps, a vermilion door, a belt sparrow, with lions hugging drums on both sides, it must be a second-grade mansion no matter what.

But as soon as I entered, hey, it had already turned into a large courtyard, with at least seven or eight households filled.

The aunt led him into the room, took out three snuff bottles, and Xu Fei looked at them one by one.

The first one is the bergamot fruit carved from a whole piece of topaz, which is bright yellow and bright, with clear texture, as if it is rich in juice and fleshy. The lower part is also carved with leaves, and a small bergamot is attached, which is more lifelike.

The other is white jade in the shape of a melon, smooth and white, and of good quality.

As for the third one, alas, Xu Fei is getting excited.

He didn't understand the terminology, so he saw that it was blue, and there was a picture in the middle of the snuff bottle, and two people were parking on the side.

"I said Auntie, why do you still keep this thing?"

"Who says it's not! My old man likes to collect snuff, and a lot of it was confiscated when he was doing sports. I thought it was all gone, but it turned out two days ago..."

The aunt was heartbroken and terrified, "The old man dares to keep this thing? Feudal dross, I have to catch it last year!"

"That's not enough. They are all enlightened now, not to mention that this is an old object, and you didn't draw it yourself. In this way, if you quote a price for the three items, I will take them all!"

"Yo, I don't understand that, just watch and give it to me." The aunt was eager to sell, and she probably sold it behind the old man's back.

Nowadays, people have no sense of antiques, and they sell them as scraps. The larger the volume, the more valuable they are. Fifty yuan for a pair of grand master chairs, twenty yuan for a pair of round stools, and three yuan for a pen holder...

He summed it up for a long time, and said, "One yuan for each piece, what do you think?"

"One dollar, after all, it has been hidden for many years, this..."

"That's two yuan. I also want to see you close your eyes. It can't be higher."

"Okay, two yuan is two yuan."

The aunt felt that she had earned six yuan for nothing and threw out a piece of feudal dross, and her face was full of joy.

Xu Fei was also happy, and came out with three snuff bottles in his pocket, stopped going forward, and swiped back with three rounds.

why?

The heart is satisfied, too much is too late.

Of course, he didn't go home, but went to Banchang Hutong. Banchang Hutong is also in Dongcheng, not far from Heizhima Hutong. The most famous building in it is Senggelinqin Palace.

The palace is composed of three courtyards in the east, middle and west, and he is looking for the middle courtyard, which is the residence of Mr. Zhu Jiajin.

The great-grandfather of the Zhu family was Zhu Fengbiao, a Jinshi during the Daoguang period. During the Republic of China, after the death of Seng Gelinqin's great-grandson Amur Lingui, he was sued for alimony owed to the family.

The Beiping District Court accepted the case and publicly auctioned the palace. There are a total of 51 rooms in the house, which were taken by the Zhu family for 10,500 yuan.

Later, in 1954, the Zhu family sold most of the houses to the Ministry of Coal, leaving only 16 and a half rooms and a large courtyard.

As for Mr. Zhu Jiazhen, he graduated from Fu Jen Catholic University, is a researcher at the Palace Museum, and is also a well-known expert on Qing history.

How did those two meet? The old man taught "Dream of Red Mansions" for three days, what a relationship!

But Xu Fei entered the gate, passed a gourd shed, passed two old lilac trees, followed the path to the main room, and then entered the house.

"Mr. Zhu!"

He made the teachers feel inferior, and he called him Mr. without any escape.

Mr. Zhu was wearing presbyopic glasses and was turning over a book at his desk. When he saw him come in, he looked at the clock first, "It's pretty punctual, where did you call?"

"Black Sesame Alley."

"My arms are bulging, what are you holding?"

"Hey, I can't hide it from you."

Xu Fei took out the three snuff bottles and laid them out on the table.

The old man is not at the level of Ma Weidu, so he took a look and said, "This is called a topaz bergamot snuff bottle. White jade is often used for snuff, but topaz is rare. There was originally a seat at the bottom, which was engraved with patterns, which matched the snuff. You It must have been lost."

"Well, this is Hetian Baiyu's. It's called Baiyu Carving Melon. The technique is not bad. Both of them are from the middle Qing Dynasty."

"Hey, this is good!"

The old man was also refreshed, and started teaching with the third piece, "Snuff bottles are made of more than a dozen kinds of materials, such as crystal, jadeite, jade, agate, ivory, and glass, among which glass is the most common.

Glass snuff bottle is also called material snuff bottle.

Because the Kangxi Dynasty invented a nesting process, which is to put other colors on the white background. One layer is called a single set, and multiple layers are called a stacked set. Yours is a single set of blue, so it is called blue material.

Looking at the painting again, it is an inner painting. It takes a lot of effort to stretch in with a small pen and slowly draw on the inner wall. Erotic pictures are not common, but they are not rare either. To do it is to make a set. You only have a single piece, and the value is much lower. "

At the end, Mr. Zhu introduced the full name, which is called: "Lan material inside painted erotic picture snuff bottle."

Tsk! Steady, accurate and ruthless, it sounds comfortable!

Xu Fei thanked Mr., and said with a smile: "I just collect it for fun, it doesn't matter whether it is low or not. I know they will definitely be worth money in the future, but they are worthless now, not to mention that I am not short of money."

"Well, you have a good attitude."

Zhu Jiajin nodded to express his appreciation. In fact, thanks to Tanchun's blessing, a group of big bosses and consultants knew about a young man named Xu Fei.

The old gentleman took off his glasses, and picked up the pen holder on the desk, which was the one he had received a few days ago.

"I have searched a lot of literature, and this 'Zhiyu' is indeed Wang Zhiyu. There are very few historical materials on this person, even the date of birth is unknown, but there is a sentence in the book, 'You are the nephew of the Xu family. Xu Juchali, There is only one wall away from Wu Luzhen.'

"Bamboo Man Records" also contains: "Wang Zhiyu traveled from Lu Zhen and learned the best of his wrist movements, so he was famous for a while." '

Wu Luzhen is Wu Zhifan, a master bamboo carver in the early Qing Dynasty, whose works have been handed down from the Kangxi Dynasty to the Qianlong Dynasty. Since Wang Zhiyu knew Wu Zhifan, it meant that he was of the same generation.

His works are rare, yours should be real, more valuable, and it adopts the method of Bodi Yangwen, exquisite and round, without knife marks, it can be called top grade. "

Bodi Yangwen is a shallow relief technique created by Wu Zhifan.

Xu Fei half understood what he heard, but he figured out one thing anyway, the pen holder was real and more valuable. Because Wang Zhiyu is very unpopular, if it is Wu Zhifan's work, it will cost at least 1.8 million.

"You are lucky, kid. They are all good things. Take them back and treasure them carefully."

Zhu Jiajin returned the pen holder to Xu Fei, and the two chatted for a while, then he left with a few related books.

He dared to give the pen holder to Mr. Zhu, but he didn't dare to give it to Ma Weidu. He went to Ma Weidu more or less for the sake of building a relationship, and he was really learning skills by going to Zhu Jiayu.

…………

That night, the small courtyard.

A long string hangs from the roof, and a small light bulb hangs, and the light is very dim. Xu Fei was sitting under the dim light, flipping through a borrowed book.

After dinner, he had been watching for two or three hours, and only now did he understand what nesting material was, what topaz was, who Wu Zhifan was, and what happened to Bo Diyangwen...

"Hey, the deeper the knowledge, the deeper the water. Fortunately, I got in early."

Xu Fei finally closed the book, twisted his neck, "If you entered the industry in the 1990s, you deserve to be cheated to death."

He leaned on the back of the chair and scanned the room, this thing was clear at a glance. First, a pair of mahogany round stools in the mid-Qing Dynasty under the window sill, and then a mahogany Zen chair next to the wardrobe.

The style of the Zen chair is very strange, the armrests are retracted, it is very short, and the stool is very long, far exceeding the average chair. Sitting on it like this, people cannot lean on their backs, nor can they use the armrests, which is very uncomfortable.

That family hated it very much, and wanted to saw it several times, but finally sold it to Xu Fei for ten yuan.

Xu Fei didn't understand either, so he asked Mr. Zhu to find out that this thing is called a Zen chair.

How did you sit?

You have to go up with your whole body and sit cross-legged so that you can lean back and hold the armrests. Zen chair The Zen chair is meant to sit cross-legged.

In addition to these, there is a shelf next to the wardrobe, on which there are white copper cigarette holders from the Republic of China, Ruyi paperweights from the late Ming Dynasty, two jade snuff bottles from the mid-Qing Dynasty, a erotic snuff bottle from the early Qing Dynasty, and two porcelains. Plate and a large jar.

These three are bad buys.

Xu Fei didn't understand. He only thought that the probability of counterfeit products in this day and age is very low, so he went through each one recklessly. At that time, I thought the plate was pretty good, at least it was worth two yuan. The family was also clever and asked for twenty yuan.

As a result, I showed my husband that it was a plate from the Republic of China, mechanized production, and the quantity was extremely large.

As for the jar, it was used by a family to pickle pickles. He looked very simple and had patterns, so he thought it was a good thing, so he took it for five yuan.

It turned out that this frankly was made of pickled vegetables!

All of the above, together with the beech plain board chilong armchair under the buttocks, it is full of ten genuine products before you know it.

He looked at them one by one, feeling satisfied, and finally his eyes stopped on the pen holder. For some reason, he liked the pen holder very much, and held it in his hand to play with it gently.

In my previous life, I was powerless; in this life, when the timing is right and I have spare money, I naturally want to satisfy myself.

Xu Fei closed his eyes, slowly rubbing with his slender fingers, the peeling patina, the red and black bamboo surface, the thin cracks, and the slightly protruding patterns...

The picture comes from the allusion of the fairy prince Qiao in the Eastern Han Dynasty.

Ziqiao was originally a county magistrate, and he came to see the emperor on the first and fifteenth day of every month. The emperor saw that he came quickly, but he never saw any chariots and horses, so he secretly asked people to spy. Later, he reported that when Ziqiao came, two waterfowls often flew from the southeast.

So the emperor asked people to open the net to catch the waterfowl, but the bird was transformed into a shoe.

Xu Fei likes this style, the texture, the shallow carvings, and the allusions. Whenever he plays alone, he always feels spiritual, as if he is talking to the ancients through time and space.

Antiques pay attention to eye contact, and this pen holder may be his eye contact.