Han Chunming didn't really understand framing, but Marquis of Trash knew a little about it. After explaining it to Han Chunming, Han Chunming understood what Uncle Guan meant.
It turned out that the framing industry in Su and Yang had been going on for hundreds of years. It was famous all over the country and was collectively known as Wu attire. Among them, it was divided into several categories. Those who specialized in framing red and white vertical couplets were specially used for weddings and funerals. They were called the "Red Gang".
Those who specialized in mounting ordinary paintings and calligraphy were called "traveling gangs". In places like Suzhou and Hangzhou before the Liberation of China, those who specialized in mounting precious paintings and calligraphy for famous calligraphers and collectors were called "antique mounting pools".
Most of the artists who could make " Antique-styled Pool " were old artists with excellent craftsmanship. Such people could be counted on one's fingers. Master Guan had only heard of their names but never met them. Of course, Master Guan had seen a lot of such things. However, when he suddenly saw such a fake painting of " Antique-styled Pool ", he felt that it was too strange. No wonder he was absent-minded.
Grandpa Guan had already concluded that the framing of this painting must have come from the hands of a framing master during the war. However, why would he use such a complicated and costly framing technique to frame a fake painting? Grandpa Guan was puzzled.
He thought about what the raggedy duke said. He was here to get something from him. He looked at Uncle Guan and frowned. He wanted to say something, but before he could say anything, Uncle Guan waved his hand, signaling him not to say anything.
After that, Uncle Guan found a magnifying glass and carefully looked at the painting from the beginning to the end. He then touched the material of the painting. After more than ten minutes, he took off his glasses and sat back on the chair, frowning and not saying a word.
The old man was really puzzled. No matter how he looked at it, this painting was undoubtedly a fake. However, the framing process was "archaic", and there was another problem.
Normally, the materials used to make an " antique pool ", be it the sky pole, ground pole, wooden pole, paper tube, or shaft head, would be of the best quality. One had to know that the shaft head used to make an " antique pool " was even made of precious sandalwood.
There were two questions that bothered the old master. The first was that since he used the most complicated framing process, why did he use these relatively poor materials?
Master Guan didn't look at it carefully because the material was too poor. He didn't know that the painting was made in the style of an antique pool. He also didn't know why it took so much effort to frame a fake painting.
No matter which profession one was in, those who could reach the top were definitely people with extremely persistent personalities. The old man was no exception. Although he was already in his eighties, he was still frowning and thinking hard. He wanted to figure out what kind of mentality this framing master had when he framed this work.
"Little Hou, where did you get this painting?”
Master Guan said. He didn't ask any more questions, probably because he wanted to find the real painting. He needed to know what was inside the painting, but he couldn't find anything wrong with it. So Master Guan spoke first.
"Old Master, I already said that I invited you to help me get something out."
The raggedy marquis didn't know whether to laugh or cry as he replied.
" Master, I discovered this. At that time, I saw…"
Han Chunming saw that the Marquis of Trash had run out of ideas, so he didn't hide it anymore. He explained to the old man and then told him his opinion and guess about the painting.
"Not bad, you've improved."
Han Chunming's words confused the raggedy marquis. He was stunned for a moment and looked at Admiral Guan again. However, Admiral Guan did not explain anything and directly turned around to walk to the door behind him.
"Little Hou, take this painting and come with me.”
The door opened, revealing a room. After the raggedy marquis put away the scroll on the table, he followed behind with Han Chunming.
To put it in a more popular way, this room should be the old man's studio. The room was very spacious and had three windows open. All of them were transparent glass, and the light transmission was very good, making it very bright.
In the middle of the room, there was a wooden table about one meter tall, just like the case just now. The table was smooth and flat. Han Chunming guessed that this table was probably used to appraise and appreciate paintings. There were also many items placed on it. Although they were not messy, they gave off a sense of order.
Han Chunming also knew about the things on the table, but he had never used them before. The old man had never taught him this skill. In the past, Han Chunming thought that it was just for decoration. Now, he knew that this old man was a big shot.
The raggedy Marquis unfolded the scroll and laid it flat on the copying table. Uncle Guan first turned on the light on the table. After observing for a while, he turned on the light above his head. He wanted to see what would happen under the strong light. After a while, Uncle Guan shook his head in disappointment and turned off both lights.
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