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Chapter 282 Lanting fan, mutton fat white jade!
Same as Beijing Liulichang and Panjiayuan.
The Zhuque cultural and entertainment market is mainly based on street stall transactions and has strong liquidity.
Many rural people dig out things in the fields and resell them here.
The current laws are still very loose. In 20 years' time, the things dug out of the ground will no longer belong to them. Selling them privately will be illegal.
This has also led to the gradual shrinking of the Suzaku literary game market after the 21st century.
But now, this is Xi'an's largest cultural and entertainment market.
When we come to the Zhuque Art and Toy Market, in addition to art and toys, this street also sells some grasshoppers, crickets, thrushes and other toys, which is different from the pure flea markets in Beijing.
To put it bluntly, most of the things here come from shady sources.
Because this is an ancient city!
There are ruins underneath many farmers' homes, and they bring things dug out of the ground and sell them here, and everyone understands this tacitly.
Compared with Panjiayuan in the capital, this place is bustling with people and a mixed crowd.
"What are these? It's too fake." Wang Jinpeng followed Lin Ran and looked at the crowded streets with a disgusted expression.
He looked at the things on the stall and felt that they were very different from what he dug out from the tomb.
Although he didn't know how to appreciate it, he could tell that most of them were fake.
Lin Ran smiled and said: "Jinpeng, this is an antique street, not a museum, nor an office. Of course, there are more fake things than real ones."
Office is their nickname.
After all, they are not bold enough to call themselves grave robbers in a busy city.
"Yes." Wang Jinpeng rubbed the back of his head honestly and laughed.
The two came to a small stall.
There were many small toys on this small stall. Among them, an old, unfolded paper fan aroused Lin Ran's interest.
"Two customers are just looking at it. It's a small business and there will be no bargaining." The stall owner is an old man about 60 years old. He is thin and looks like a profiteer. He also speaks very toughly.
This was the first time Lin Ran saw such a stall owner.
He and Wang Jinpeng squatted down, picked up the things on the stall, and started to look at them.
He picked up the paper fan and stroked its bones.
The fan is twenty centimeters wide and sixty centimeters wide when unfolded.
In the picture, the stream slowly flows down the mountain stream, winding into a meandering water.
Next to the mountain and water is a pavilion. In the pavilion, a scholar is sitting in the pavilion, admiring the beautiful scenery of the mountain spring.
In the other corner of the fan, there is a boy studying with him, holding the strings and playing.
By the stream, there were two children playing, and a crane lowered its head to drink water.
Strange rocks stand, shaded by pines and willows, forming a scene of harmonious coexistence between man and nature.
Lin Ran had seen this paper fan, which was the work of Qiu Ying, a painter from the Ming Dynasty!
This painting is "Orchid Pavilion", which can be called the pinnacle of Qiu Ying's fan paintings.
"Uncle, how do you sell this paper fan?"
Lin Ran gently unfolded the fan. Although it was somewhat damaged, the style of the Ming Dynasty could still be seen, with a scholarly charm.
"Twenty dollars."
"This broken fan costs 80 yuan?" Wang Jinpeng shouted at the top of his voice.
"I said I won't bargain. It's up to you whether you want to or not." The little old man rolled his eyes and didn't tolerate them at all.
He knew very well that he was dug out of the ground.
And other things dug out there have long been bought by other collectors without blinking an eye.
So he re-estimated the value of the fan and gave it a price of 80 yuan.
The people around him also looked like they were watching a good show.
A fan sells for 80 yuan, which is indeed a bit expensive.
Now is the peak sales season for fans, and even Hangji’s paper fans only cost two yuan.
You want to sell this broken fan for 80?
Looking at Wang Jinpeng and Lin Ran, one has dark skin and looks like a farmer, and the other is a young man under 20 years old. How could they afford so much money?
"Buy it if you like." The stall owner said, "The fan bones are made of nanmu. This is the paper fan used by Emperor Qianlong of the Qing Dynasty."
He added that even if the person in front of you doesn't buy, the people around you may be potential buyers.
It is still necessary to explain.
Lin Ran almost laughed out loud.
This fan has no seal or signature at all, which is not in line with Qianlong's character!
Moreover, the era is not right. It is obvious that this boss is bragging, really bragging.He had no idea of the true origin of the fan.
If it was a few months ago, Lin Ran would definitely have to find a way to lower the price.
But he can get 15 when he goes back, so he doesn't need to be so fussy about it.
"Okay, I want this fan." Lin Ran took out his wallet from his pocket and bought the paper fan without hesitation.
Because he looked around and found that there was nothing else valuable in the old man's stall.
Just leave immediately after the transaction.
The old man was a little surprised, but when he saw the money, he also smiled.
The reason why I kept a straight face just now was because I felt that the two of them couldn't afford to buy their own things.
"Masters, why don't you continue to look at other things?" he asked while rubbing his hands.
"Hey, with your attitude just now, we might have bought more." Wang Jinpeng laughed.
Although he is an honest person, it does not mean that he is easy to bully, but he is a honest guy.
The little old man's face looked a little ugly, but if he could sell it for 80 yuan, his work at the stall today was not in vain.
Lin Ran put the paper fan away and put it in his backpack.
Wang Jinpeng followed quickly and muttered: "Brother Lin, is this paper fan really worth the price?"
He was not good at appreciating cultural relics, but he believed in Lin Ran's vision.
"Of course..." Lin Ran explained the origin of the paper fan to Wang Jinpeng in a low voice.
Although Wang Jinpeng didn't understand it, he still thought it was very powerful.
They did not go directly to the next stall, but came to a remote corner.
Lin Ran took out a piece of cloth and rubbed the fan pendant carefully.
The surface of the fan pendant is covered with a layer of wax-like substance that cannot be scraped off with a knife. It looks like patina.
So the stall owner gave up.
Lin Ran borrowed a box of matches from Wang Jinpeng, lit a fire and heated the fan pendant directly.
It wasn't until a match was almost burned out that he threw it away and wrapped the fan pendant in a cloth.
This is a simple method of applying heat to dissolve chemicals on a surface.
After a box of matches was completely burned, the material on the surface of the fan pendant had completely softened. It was difficult to dig it out despite the high temperature.
Revealed its true face.
It turned out to be a transparent white jade.
Lin Ran smiled even more after looking at the words inscribed on it.
Engraved on it are the characters Shizhou.
It is the name of Qiu Ying, one of the Wu clan in the Ming Dynasty!
It was indeed a genuine product. The moment Lin Ran saw the painting, he felt it looked very familiar. He didn't expect to actually pick it up.
"Brother Lin is so awesome, I admire him!" Although Wang Jinpeng didn't know paintings, he knew this jade.
This is mutton-fat jade. This piece of jade alone costs more than 80 yuan.
"Let's go look elsewhere." Lin Ran put the fan back into his bag.
Continue exploring deeper into the streets.
But they didn't notice it at all, because their lavish performance just now has attracted some people's attention!