Chapter 434 Tuhao Village

The effect of the medicine is a bit gratifying. After the first batch of children tried it, their intelligence has improved significantly, and some weird behaviors on the outside have also been well suppressed. For example, some children's hands seem to have shrunk. After taking it, there has been a significant improvement.

So the whole village has been in a kind of excitement for the past two or three days. This is good news for Jian Heng. When he goes out and meets a group of women and daughters-in-law, he will not open his mouth to make fun of him now. Now he sees him Everyone is very respectful, no one will touch the face, or say a word or two.

  It's a pity that this kind of respect came a bit late, Jian Heng enjoyed it for less than two days, and it was time to leave.

  Jian Heng's luggage was relatively simple, just a small package, which was still hung around He's neck. After packing, Tianmengmengliang and Mr. Yao ate a bowl of noodles and were ready to go.

  The two of them were about to go out with their packages each, when suddenly they saw a man in his forties walking towards him.

   "Mr. Jian, are you going?" said the middle-aged man.

  Master Yao said with a smile: "You guys are called, this is going home!" Usually, going here means dying or dying, so it is a bit inappropriate to say that the middle-aged man said.

   Fortunately, Jian Heng knew that this man didn't mean it, and his brain was a little uncomfortable, so naturally it was impossible to take it to his heart.

   "It's okay, um, I'm going home now, is your second boy feeling better?" Jian Heng said politely.

   "It's much better, now the mouth is not tilted, and parents can be distinguished..." The middle-aged man babbled for a while, and then remembered his business.

  He took out a small fan painting from his cup and handed it to Jian Heng: "My mother-in-law said you saved the child of the A family, so let me give you this as a thank you gift."

"No, I really don't need it, I actually accepted the gift, here! I have a fat python and a crane!" Jian Heng quickly declined, stretched out his finger to the crane that was following him, and the crane hanging on the crane. python.

  The middle-aged man saw that Jian Heng didn't accept it, so he put the painting into Jian Heng's arms, turned his head and ran away.

  People in their 40s gave something away and showed a child-like innocence and cuteness.

   "This..." Jian Heng looked at the man's back, took out the painting from his arms, and was startled.

  As a person who has been in the auction house for several years, Jian Heng knows the name on the signature: Shen Zhou.

People who don't know calligraphy and painting may not know this name. Shen Zhou is a great painter in the Ming Dynasty, and now he is very popular in the market. Let's put it this way, as long as Shen Zhou's paintings come out, there will definitely be many seekers. Don't underestimate this little painting. If it is real, it will not be less than one million RMB at least, and it is really on the auction, and when you meet someone you like, you will do somersaults like playing.

   "This... this... doesn't look like an imitation" Jian Heng turned over and looked at it, then muttered to himself.

  Yao father and son immediately blew their beards and stared: "Fake fart, the serious Shen Zhou made it himself!"

   "I can't want this!" Jian Heng immediately said seriously.

   Before Jian Heng finished speaking, another middle-aged man brought Xiao Pao over. This middle-aged man was short in stature, but stronger, and looked a little more silly than the previous one.

   "Hey, Mr. Jane, are you leaving?"

  Hearing the tone and intonation of the man's words, Jian Heng suddenly felt that he seemed to be a little **** who had separated from his mother, and this one was a strange uncle holding candies.

   "Well, I'm going home," Jian Heng said.

"Give!"

   This one was so direct, he took out the things in his arms without saying a word, took them into Jian Heng's hands, then turned his head and strode away.

  This person's home is quite close, and after running a few steps, he shouted in the direction of his home: "Mother, I sent the gift to Mr. Jian!"

  Jian Heng was dumbfounded when he saw the thing in his hand. An exquisite ivory ball, it looks like it is definitely an old object, at least at least it must be Qingzhong. Of course, if it is a fake, then it will be another story.

On the surface of the sphere are nine cloud dragons on each side. Jian Heng counted them. There are six layers carved inside. Only the ivory ball the size of a ping-pong ball has six layers carved from the surface to the inside, and each layer has triangular branches. Each warp and weft thread is not much thicker than a normal human hair.

  When he saw this thing with his own eyes, Jian Heng finally understood why the Linglong Ball was also called the Ghostly Ball. It is not enough to show the superb skills of the craftsmen without using the four words "Ghostly Craftsmanship".

"I said, old man, what kind of village are you, an antique village? This thing is given away to others to play with. This kind of generosity, the two rich horses outside can't do it?" Jian Heng is a little bit now. I was dumbfounded.

"Hmph!" Old Master Yao let out a rough breath from his nose in disdain: "How many years have they developed? Enough to squander generations! Let me tell you this, have you seen the portrait of our ancestors hanging in the main room of my house?"

   "I see!" Jian Heng said.

   "Tang Yin's own handwriting," Mr. Yao said.

   Jian Heng thought for a while and asked, "There's no sign yet!"

  When Mr. Yao heard what Jian Heng said, the complacency on his face suddenly lost three points, but when he looked at Jian Heng, it seemed that he was looking at an idiot child.

  After reading it, he snorted, and turned his head with an expression of disdain to talk to a poor person like you.

   "Okay, don't worry about it, hurry up and return these things with me!" Jian Heng pointed at the two things he had received.

"Accept it. To them, these things are nothing compared to their children." After thinking about it, Mr. Yao felt that if he had met Jian Heng a few years earlier, even if it was two or three months, his children and grandchildren might be able to stay. The next two.

  Time, fate!

  To the old man, these things are foreign objects, so just take them away, it’s no big deal.

  Think about it, in a place where a learned old guy like Mr. Yao can be taught, a silly man who herds cattle can sing "Wild Weeds, Zero Exposure". There is a beautiful woman with graceful and clear sentences. Is it strange that there are some literati calligraphy and paintings from past dynasties in the family, antiques and kits?

  However, Jian Heng refused to accept it. Each of these things cannot be sold for tens of thousands of dollars. If they just put them in the bag and carried them out, who would Jian Heng be?

  So without further ado, Jian Heng took the old man and started sending things back from house to house.

  Who knew that this delivery caused trouble again. Jian Heng returned it here, but someone sent it over there. In the end, not only did the items not return, but more and more.

   After receiving Shen Zhou’s fan, Jian Heng also received Tang Yin’s **** painting, Wen Zhengming’s landscape, and Qiu Ying’s plum blossom painting. Within an hour, he gathered all the four masters of the Wu family in the mid-Ming Dynasty. In addition to these four, there are also some gadgets, such as pure gold walnut-sized incense, although not heavy, but this craftsmanship is definitely a royal thing, there are also some mahogany paperweights, a few pieces of pine ink, without any Not a great thing in the collecting world.

  Jian Heng reckoned that the small extra pocket on his shoulder was worth at least tens of millions.

   I can’t go back if I deliver it myself, but Jian Heng has a trick. He took Mr. Yao back to the place where he lived, and put these things on the table.

   "Are you sure you don't want it?" Master Yao watched as Jian Heng closed the door.

Jian Heng smiled wryly and said: "I'm really reluctant to part with it. Everything here is a good thing. To put it bluntly, there is no place to buy it if you have money. But this thing is really too expensive. Thousands of taels Thousands, or even 10,000 to 20,000, if I really like it, I will take it if I take it, and it’s fine to find a chance to return this gift, but how do you ask me to return this thing? Or, I’m greedy for this thing , I may look down on myself for the rest of my life!"

   "You! It's too much fame, what's the price of things?"

   "Then I'd better make a name for myself." Jian Heng sighed, looked back at the closed door, turned his head to gesture to the old man, and then took the lead to leave the small courtyard where he had lived for more than two weeks.

  (end of this chapter)