With a click, the mechanism in the box rang. Fang Zongtang stood up immediately and opened the lid.

"That's all right. Once the coffin is opened, gold, silver and treasures will come rolling in. Ah, bah. I learned this sentence from Coffin Li."

Uncle Ming was so angry with Fang Zongtang that he lost his temper and his face was tired of smiling. She has always been full of twisted ideas and can even make the dead come back to life.

The box was filled with long and short scrolls. She picked up a short scroll at random, opened it, and saw that it was Wang Xizhi's Daguan Tie.

After taking a look, she figured out the trick.

"Uncle Ming, this is the work of my great grandfather."

Uncle Ming walked forward and looked at it carefully. After five or six minutes, he confirmed that it should be a replica.

He had always known that the Fang family had a unique identification method that was not passed on to outsiders, specifically for identifying things made by their own family. He had studied it for a long time before, but couldn't figure out any trick at all.

When the old man was alive, he said more than once that his great-great-granddaughter was born to do this job. Some people study until they are old, but they are still not as good as those who study for two days. Such people are born with a pair of wise eyes, and others can't compare with them even if they work themselves to death.

He had seen this before. Looking at Fang Zongtang's back, he thought, if she had not disappeared ten years ago, there would definitely be a place for her in Hong Kong.

Now that she is back, what kind of storm will such a capable person stir up in Hong Kong?

If he tries to live a little longer, maybe he will be able to see again.

Thinking of this, Uncle Ming’s whole mentality changed. He bent down and picked up a long scroll.

"Moon Viewing at Mount Song."

Fang Zongtang was not idle either. He put down the copybook in his hand and picked up a short scroll.

"Seeing off a friend at Wangjiang Pavilion."

The two of them opened several more pairs of paintings, all of which were imitations of famous artists.

She suddenly recalled an old story her great-grandfather had told her: "My great-grandfather once told me that when Empress Dowager Cixi fled, she couldn't take many treasures with her, and she didn't want them to be easy for foreign invaders, so she ordered a large number of calligraphy and paintings to be burned. The people who were ordered to burn them felt it was a pity, but they didn't dare to disobey the order, so they had some of them copied on silk cloth overnight. Could it be that my great-grandfather took back those silk cloths?"

Uncle Ming's hand holding the scroll trembled, and he quickly asked Fang Zongtang: "Are you sure these are replicas of the past?"

She thought about it carefully and said uncertainly, "I'm not sure. I was still young at that time, only about five or six years old. It's good enough that I didn't forget it completely."

Uncle Ming felt heartbroken when he heard her say that.

I want to say a few words to her, she was only five or six years old at that time. Children of that age would play in the mud every day, or eat and cry.

It was really not easy for her to remember so much. If it were him, he probably wouldn't be able to remember even a single sentence!

Uncle Ming said distressedly and helplessly: "Even if it is a replica, it is still valuable and must be preserved well."

Fang Zongtang proudly unfolded a few more scrolls and said, "That is what my great-grandfather made. As long as I don't say anything, it's real!"

When Uncle Ming heard her confident statement, he laughed, turned and went into the inner room. Five or six minutes later, he brought in a long box.

"Take these too!"

Fang Zongtao immediately put down what he was holding and opened the long box.

Inside are two paintings.

One is a painting of a maid wearing a hairpin with flowers by Lang Shining, and the other is a painting of horses herding on the frontier by Li Gonglin of the Northern Song Dynasty.

One is a master at drawing figures, and the other is a master at drawing horses.

And they are all authentic.

"Give them all to me, are you willing to give them to me?" These two paintings were definitely not left to her by her great-grandfather, otherwise they would not be kept separately.