This was Tang Yin's Painting of Li Duanduan Begging for Poetry.
Under the influence of CCTV's National Treasure, he had specially gone to the Nanjing Museum in his previous life. This painting of Li Duanduan begging for poems was among them. Tang Yin was also famous, so he had taken a good look at it again and again.
However, he was unable to distinguish the authenticity of the picture in front of him.
After all, the age difference was a few hundred years. He had gone crazy thinking about picking up the leftovers. How could there be such a cheap thing?
Jia Huan laughed at himself and prepared to leave.
Before he left, he couldn't help but take another glance. This painting was indeed not bad. Forget it, buying it back would be good for the eyes. After a few hundred years, it would still be an antique, right?
He turned around and asked the shopkeeper,""How much is that painting?"
The shopkeeper looked up. It was a little brat, but his clothes were not ordinary, and he also had a somewhat noble aura. "Seven taels of silver."
Jia Huan did some calculations. The two books that he had obtained for nothing were close to seven taels of silver. He would buy them.
After paying the silver, the shopkeeper happily kept the scroll and handed it over to Jia Huan. Jia Huan then excitedly wanted to leave.
At the door, a down-and-out scholar walked in.
"Li Yun, why are you here again?" The shopkeeper said impatiently. I won't accept your painting!"
That Li Yun said: " Shopkeeper, this painting of mine is passed down. Look again, it's several zhang long!"”
The shopkeeper was so angry that he laughed. And several zhang long? I won't accept it!"
Jia Huan looked at Li Yun and asked,"What painting? Open it and take a look!"
The shopkeeper said,"Little Lord, the painting is not bad. It looks quite old, but I advise you not to buy it."”
Li Yun was very dissatisfied." Shopkeeper, it's fine if you don't want to buy it. Don't block others!"”
The shopkeeper shrank back. Li Yun, I'll see if your painting can be sold!”
Li Yun opened his painting box and took out a painting. After slowly unfolding it, Jia Huan couldn't help but secretly suck in a breath of cold air. What kind of luck did he have? This was Wang Ximeng's Thousand Miles of Rivers and Mountains Painting.
How could no one recognize it?
He thought about it carefully. When Central TV introduced him, they seemed to have said that his whereabouts were unknown for hundreds of years in the middle and that he was only retaken into the palace in the early Qing Dynasty.
"How much is this painting of yours?" Jia Huan asked.”
"How much is the painting in your hand?" Li Yun looked at Jia Huan and asked.”
Jia Huan was amused. This painting of mine costs seven taels of silver!"
"Then I want ten taels for this painting!" Li Yun said.”
Jia Huan didn't bargain.”
Even if it was a fake, Jia Huan would admit it.
After the money was settled, Jia Huan carried the two painting cases back.
After returning, Jia Huan took the Li Duanduan Painting to find the guests of the Jia residence. Elementalist Mountain was also there, along with several other guests.
Seeing Jia Huan's excited expression, Mount Elementalist couldn't help but be curious."What is Third Young Master holding? Let us take a look.”
Jia Huan handed the painting over.
The elementalist mountain opened up and slowly unfolded. As he looked, he nodded."Not bad, not bad, not bad at all!”
Jia Huan was a little dumbfounded. What did this mean? It really was a fake.
This was normal. It would be strange if he could buy authentic goods on the streets.
Shan Elementalist handed the painting to someone next to him."Brother Zhao, come and take a look."
Jia Huan also recognized this person. He was called Zhao Xingyu and was good at Go.
Zhao Xingyu opened the painting and nodded repeatedly."It's indeed a good copy. It's enough to be genuine. Hahaha.”
It seemed like it was an imitation. After the few of them finished appreciating it, they returned the painting to Jia Huan.
Jia Huan was unhappy. He returned to his room and put away the painting. He had spent a lot of money today to get two fakes.
Unwilling, he took the other painting and went to the study.
Seeing Jia Huan return, Shan Elementalist smiled and said,"What did Third Young Master bring this time?”
Jia Huan opened the painting. Mountain Elementalist looked at the painting and nodded."Not bad, the artistic conception is not bad!"
Then, he slowly opened it and was even more satisfied."Brother Zhao, come and take a look. Third Young Master's painting looks real.”
Jia Huan was looking forward to it. If this painting was real, it would be worth it!
Zhao Xingyu also looked at it for a while and said,"It doesn't look like an imitation."
The other guests also came over and looked at it for a long time. They all expressed that it was not an imitation.
"What a pity," sighed Mount Elementalist.”
Jia Huan happily put away the painting and said,"It's good that the artistic conception is not bad."
"Third Young Master is right." Shan nodded.”
Jia Huan hugged the painting and left happily.
One was fake, and the other might be real. Jia Huan was already very happy.
Returning to his room, Jia Huan began to study the current literature seriously.
Shi Wen was eight-part essay, also known as the art of making. The eight-part essay referred to the eight parts of the article, and the style had a fixed format: It was composed of eight parts: breaking the topic, continuing the topic, starting the lecture, entering the topic, starting the stock, middle stock, back stock, and binding stock. The topics were all from the original text of the Four Books and Five Classics. Each of the last four parts had two lines of text, which made up a total of eight lines. In the imperial examination, the eight-part essay should be spoken in the tone of Confucius and Mencius, and the four pairs of couplets should be matched with each other. They should not use the allusions of romance to blaspheme the saints. Each article included four parts from the beginning to the end. The so-called shares also had the meaning of antithesis.
This eight-legged essay, which was despised by all kinds of people in later generations, was now Jia Huan's stepping stone. He had to study it seriously.
The first was to solve the problem.
If you solved the questions well, you could write half of the essay.
Jia Huan closed his door and read seriously.
In the middle, he also tried to break the topic randomly from the four books, but he could not get the gist.
He couldn't bear to look at some of the broken questions. This was the difficulty of not having a master to guide him.
Closing the book, Jia Huan was a little dejected. He couldn't even pass the test, and he was still thinking about the imperial examination?
However, on second thought, he had yet to finish reading the Four Books, so he was a little anxious now.
The days passed day by day, and it was as if there was no such person as Jia Huan in the Jia residence.
Suddenly, one day, the manor was in a mess. Lady Zhao returned and said to her son who was reading,""There's going to be a lot of fun today.”
Jia Huan was very curious.”
"Well, we have a poor relative who came to take advantage of us," said Aunt Zhao excitedly.”
"Which relative?"
"His surname seems to be Liu, but it also seems to be Wang? It should be Wang Liushi. Lian's second grandmother rewarded her with twenty taels of silver and left happily.”
" Now, all the little girls in the residence are talking about this Granny Liu. Oh, right, Granny Liu. She's really vulgar, but she doesn't know it. She came to ask for help, but she doesn't have good judgment..."
Then, he rambled on for a while. Jia Huan thought that since Granny Liu had come to visit, it seemed that Jia Baoyu had already taken Xiren into his room.
Only then did Jia Huan realize that he had also been studying behind closed doors for a long time. There seemed to be two new years in between, right?
He had already read through the four books and even memorized the notes. As for the Five Classics, he chose the Spring and Autumn Annals as the main scripture. The Spring and Autumn Annals had a lot of words and was very difficult to learn, so not many people chose it.
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