Chapter 728 Fu Bao Full Moon 2
Mr. Lu has become a frequent visitor to the flea market recently. He is very generous and popular. He buys second-hand goods on the pretext that he has just arrived in the capital and needs to add some household items to his family. He says he buys jewelry and toys for his grandchildren to play with, and of course, he buys bowls, chopsticks, cups and plates for them.
Why come to the flea market? I don't have a ticket to go to the department store, so it's easy to understand.
A decent large piece of furniture in a department store can easily cost tens or even hundreds of yuan.
"Comrade Lu, come and have a look at my place. If you don't need the cups, plates, bowls and chopsticks, take them out and sell them."
"Bring Xibao to see mine. Whether it's wood carving or gourd, they are all old crafts. You won't regret buying them. Children love to play with these things. Look how delicate this rattle is!"
Xi Bao stopped when she heard someone calling her name, and saw the rattle the other person took out, "Sister!"
He meant to buy one for his sister, and Father Lu complied, "Okay, okay, buy one for my sister."
Not long after, the young man came over with a big armful of calligraphy and painting scrolls, sweating profusely. Father Lu took only two glances and decided to buy them all, spending a total of 18 yuan.
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"Go home, go home!" Xi Bao shouted and ran home dragging a chair.
Bringing back so many calligraphy and paintings would have been too conspicuous, so after walking for a while, Mr. Lu took off his coat, wrapped the scrolls in it, and tucked them under his armpits.
This rattle is not the one that Xibao plays with, it is made of ordinary boxwood, but it is made very well and costs only fifty cents.
"Xibao, let's go home!"
Father Lu actually loves calligraphy and painting, but these things are not common in the market. After hearing what the other party said, he did not agree immediately, but pondered for a moment and said: "Calligraphy and painting are not very useful, but you can let me take a look first. If I think they are good, I will buy them and put them in the house. The old house we live in is quite shabby, and the walls are bumpy. It doesn't look that good."
The young man who sold them the chairs suddenly grabbed him stealthily and whispered, "Uncle, I have a lot of calligraphy and paintings handed down from my ancestors. Do you want them? One dollar per piece, all for you."
After a round of shopping, he bought three or five things, all porcelain. Father Lu carried them in a net bag, as if he really came to buy bowls and plates.
First, everyone around him knows him, and second, the socialist atmosphere is good.
He was worried that Mr. Lu would go back on his word, so he walked home without even bothering to run his stall. As for the pile of old goods, he was not worried at all.
When Mr. Lu got home, he didn't have time to rest. He put the porcelain aside and unfolded the calligraphy and painting first, "Xiaoxue, come and take a look."
The young man was overjoyed and said, "Please wait for me for a moment. I will go home and get it."
Perhaps knowing that she was almost one month old, Fubao was restless the whole day and cried whenever she was put down. Feng Qingxue had no choice but to hold her in her arms and walk around the house. She came to the table to take a look and exclaimed, "Dad, where did you get so many good paintings? Although some of them are fakes, there must be at least a dozen authentic ones, right?" Most of them were authentic works of the famous scholar and painter Huang Binhong.
Although Huang Binhong's paintings look like a large expanse of black and most people cannot appreciate them, these are his works after he was 80 years old. His early works are White Binhong, with dry brush and light ink, which are sparse and elegant. His later works are Black Binhong, with dense and thick black, and translucent black.
When Huang Binhong was alive, no one wanted to buy his paintings for even one dollar each, but half a century later, one of his paintings was worth hundreds of millions.
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In the painting world, Huang Binhong and Qi Baishi are as famous as each other, which shows how high his status is.
(End of this chapter)