"Go get a basin of water…"
The old man's eyes never left the painting as he instructed. Han Chunming quickly picked up the basin in the corner of the room and walked out of the door to get a plate of water.
The raggedy Marquis watched from the side. When Han Chunming came in, he found that the shaft and shaft of the scroll had already been taken down by Master Guan. Only the scroll was left. When he saw Han Chunming come in, the old man waved at him and gestured for him to walk over.
When Han Chunming brought the basin over, the old man dipped a brush the size of a nail clipper into the water and began to brush the bottom left corner of the painting.
The drawing paper was very water-absorbing. As soon as the brush came into contact with the paper, it was immediately absorbed. Then, the old man continued to brush with water. After three to five times, the lower left corner of the painting was about five to six centimeters square. It was already soaked.
After gesturing for Han Chunming to take the basin away, Uncle Guan stretched out two fingers and twisted the corner slightly. The painting that was originally one piece immediately split into two pieces of paper. However, the three pieces of paper that Han Chunming had imagined did not appear. If this trick was exposed, then the person who mounted the painting would have spent so much effort in vain.
"Little Hou, there is indeed something mysterious about this painting. I want to peel off a few more layers on this paper. However, this painting is made of cooked paper and is relatively brittle. I'm afraid that it might be damaged when I peel off the layers.”
This painting belonged to the raggedy marquis. Although the raggedy marquis was very respectful to him because of the older generation, he could not treat his respect as non-existent.
Moreover, these rules were rules. Since they had come to beg, they had to do their best.
He couldn't just dismiss it casually. He still had to follow the proper procedures. If the old man directly took the painting and damaged it, it would be difficult to explain if there was nothing inside. Although he was a master of framing, he still had to be responsible for his guests.
"Old Master, I'm here to ask you to help me take out the things inside. Don't worry, I only bought these fake things for ten cents anyway. If I can see your craftsmanship for ten cents, would you believe me if I came every day?”
The Marquis of Trash agreed. He believed Han Chunming's words. Otherwise, he wouldn't have asked Master Guan to get it out. Now Master Guan had told him that there was something else in it, so he had to ask Master Guan for help.
"I don't know if it's true or not.”
Seeing that the Marquis of Trash had nodded in agreement, the old man became spirited. He took off his coat and rolled up his sleeves. He took out many bottles and jars from the house as if he was concocting medicine. He poured some liquid that the Marquis of Trash couldn't understand into the basin and asked Han Chunming to stir it.
Now, Han Chunming was just an assistant.
After Han Chunming stirred for about ten minutes, the pasty-like liquid in the basin turned transparent and very thin. When the old man saw this, he took the basin and placed it at his feet. Then, he turned the painting upside down and placed it on the table.
Then, Uncle Guan found a brand new brush and placed the soft end of the brush into the basin. After the transparent liquid had soaked the brush, he immediately started to brush the back of the painting. He applied force with one hand and it was as if he was writing calligraphy. In a moment, the entire painting was covered with the transparent liquid.
This was not the end. The old man took out a kettle from the room and began to spray the transparent liquid on the painting. The opening of the kettle was extremely fine, and the water sprayed out was basically in the form of mist. When the water came into contact with the painting, it immediately merged into it.
"Alright, you two can wait outside…"
At the critical moment, Uncle Guan gave the order to leave, which made Han Chunming and Raggedy Hou very depressed. It was like watching a football game. When the striker started to shoot at the empty goal, the power went out, which made them feel a little itchy.
However, these old artists attached great importance to the inheritance of their teacher's etiquette. The skill of removing the layer was very easy to be used by some people with evil intentions.
The ragdoll was not his disciple, so he naturally could not let them see the core technology of the layer removal. One had to know that in today's society, there were only a handful of people who had such technology.
In the past, there were some craftsmen who would do things like peeling and papering paintings in order to make a huge profit. Although this was made for foreign thieves.
However, it seemed that this kind of behavior was not allowed now. According to the industry, it was breaking the rules. However, those people were earning money from outsiders, so there was nothing to say. In the end, they were still searching the people's things. Although it was only indirect, it was not allowed in the eyes of the old man.
Even if one was not a professional, one would know that Xuan paper was easily tainted with ink. Almost every layer could be soaked in the painter's brush and ink. After the forger peeled off the layer, a painting would become two or three. However, the more layers were peeled off, the lighter the brush and ink on each painting would be. The forger would then use Xuan paper to frame several layers and add in the same color. After processing, the effect of deceiving people would be even better. It was almost difficult to distinguish between real and fake.
The technique of removing the layer of a painting had existed since ancient times. If the painting that needed to be framed was of average level or the framing craftsman's skills were average, they would not or would not dare to fake it.
If a famous painting encountered an expert, the danger of being exposed would greatly increase. Therefore, many painters did not send expensive paintings to the hands of the framing craftsman. Instead, they did it themselves and framed them themselves.
As for Han Chunming, it was probably not the right time now. The old man was not ready to pass it on to him yet. Han Chunming was not in a hurry. It would be his sooner or later anyway.
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