Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 165: The Sui Dynasty Ancient Painting Was Just Given to Me? (3K)

Fang Yan didn't expect this either. He thought he would have to wait for a while, but now someone came to his door and announced that Tang Shengming had been reinstated.

This also means that Tang Shengming is about to climb out of the trough of life.

Then shine again in old age.

As someone who was present at the time, it took Tang Shengming a long time to confirm that this was true, and his eyes were red with excitement.

But then he seemed to lose interest again. Fang Yan knew that his wife, with whom he could share his joy, was no longer alive.

Carrying the latest document, Tang Shengming did not go anywhere else. He folded the document in half several times, put it in his pocket, and then picked up the Chinese medicine prescribed by Fangyan for him.

After drinking it all, he went to the back hall.

I chatted with my old friend Lao Duan for a while as if nothing had happened.

Then when the time came, he went to the room in the backyard and took a medicinal bath for half an hour before coming out.

"Doctor Fang, you're right, this medicinal bath is really comfortable."

"After taking a bath, I feel refreshed all over." Tang Shengming said to Fang Yan.

Fang Yan smiled and said to Tang Shengming:
"It's good that it works. There's nothing wrong with your body. If you stick with it for a while, the root of the problem should be cured."

After hearing this, Tang Shengming waved his hand and said:

"Oh, I'm afraid there's no chance. I'm reinstated this time, and I guess it won't be long before I'm asked to go on a business trip to Hong Kong and Macau."

Fangyan nodded thoughtfully but did not answer. It was not appropriate for him to comment on such matters.

However, Le Miao who was standing by asked:

"You are so old, why do you still have to travel so far on business?"

Tang Shengming looked at the store manager Le Miao and said with a smile:

"Hey, I'm not considered old in there. There are many people older than me. Besides, I'm the only one who can do the work assigned by the higher-ups. I have to go."

"Then what about your body?" Le Miao asked again.

Tang Shengming waved his hand and said nonchalantly:

"It's okay. Doctor Fang just said that I'm in good health, and it won't be long before I can see my children. They will naturally take me there for medical treatment."

After that, he enthusiastically said to everyone in the store:
"By the way, if you have any rare stuff that you want me to bring back from Hong Kong, we are all neighbors, so just ask."

Mr. Duan, who was with him, said unhappily:
"We haven't even seen it, how can we know what's in Hong Kong? You'd better take care of yourself."

Mr. Tang smiled and then bowed to everyone else in the store.

After saying goodbye, he left with Mr. Duan.

Fangyan actually wanted to ask Mr. Tang to bring back some foreign Chinese medicine books and periodicals from Hong Kong.

After thinking about it, I decided to give up this year.

This action this year might get you into trouble, so it’s better to wait until next year when the wind changes.

Besides, Old Tang has just resumed his job and is busy with many things. It is really not reasonable to let an old man do the purchasing on my behalf.

Meeting a living legend was enough for today.

In the following period of time, several more patients came one after another.

It is worth mentioning that at around 11 o'clock in the morning, three family members of cadres came over.

This time they are all one family, three brothers and sisters.

A young man in his twenties wearing military uniform, with two teenage girls.

It seems that they are all children from wealthy families.

They said that it was the Huangqi Chongteng Decoction that cured their father’s arthritis before he had a stroke.

After hearing this, Fangyan was a little surprised.

He was certainly not surprised that Huangqi Chongteng Drink could cure arthritis.

After all, I used this to treat hemiplegia at the beginning.

He was surprised to see their ages, considering that their father shouldn't be that old.

Fangyan didn't understand how he almost had a stroke.

After some final inquiries, I found out that the man's father was also over sixty years old.

It's just that I got married late.

Fangyan suddenly realized what was going on. He thought that stroke was becoming younger.

This time, in order to thank him, people brought an antique landscape painting from their home, a box of special Moutai, and an oversized silk banner.

Fangyan didn't know anything about landscape painting and didn't drink, so he planned to just accept the banner, but the other party insisted on forcing it on him.

There was no choice but to accept it.

Then there was another banner behind the dialect.

After everyone left, the store manager Le Miao came over curiously and asked Fang Yan:

"This is quite elegant. Is this the first time someone has given you an antique painting?"

Fangyan took out the painting and untied the rope while saying:
"No, I don't even know who drew this."

Seeing Fangyan's action, Le Miao was startled and hurriedly stopped him:

"No, no, no, let me do it...you've broken it."

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan handed it to her directly.

After Le Miao got the painting, he took it to the empty examination table on the other side and opened it carefully.

A group of people gathered around, and Le Miao reminded everyone to stand further away and not to exhale onto the painting.

She acted as if she were handling a rare treasure.

Fangyan was a little amused. It was impossible for the other person to give something very precious. Le Miao just developed this habit because he had so many antiques at home.

As soon as you open the ancient words, the sense of time immediately hits you.

The yellow painting depicts a scene of driving in a maple forest in autumn. The mountains covered with red leaves in the distance, the wild geese flying in the sky, the carriage driving fast in the maple forest in the near distance, and the few greyhounds following the carriage are all vividly painted.

Everyone around was shocked by the details of this ancient painting.

Although I don’t understand ancient paintings, the style of this painting is indeed very vivid.

Everyone held their breath and moved closer to observe the details of the painting.

"looks good!"

“This painting is a bit old…”

"The painter's name is... Zhan Zi... How do you pronounce this name?"

"Qian (qian) Zhan Ziqian!"

"Who is Zhan Ziqian? Ledian, you are well-informed, do you know him?"

Everyone's eyes turned to Le Miao.

Le Miao said:

"I know, this guy is pretty awesome!"

"Oh, is there an explanation?" Everyone was surprised. They didn't expect that Le Miao really knew it.

Even Fangyan took a few steps closer, wanting to hear what Le Miao had to say.

Le Miao cleared his throat and motioned for everyone to move away from the painting.

Then she said softly:

"Zhan Ziqian was a master painter of the Sui Dynasty, a doctor of the imperial court and a governor of the tent during the reign of Emperor Wen of the Sui Dynasty."

"He was good at painting Buddhist figures, people, horses, carriages, palaces, pavilions, historical stories, and was especially good at painting landscapes. He was later called the ancestor of Tang painting!"

"So powerful?" someone asked in surprise.

Le Miao took a look and said:

"How can that not be amazing? His "Spring Outing" is right in our Forbidden City!"

“Ancient painting of national treasure level!”

Fangyan was shocked when he heard this. He had never heard of Zhan Ziqian, but the ancient painting in the Forbidden City was painted by the same artist as his own, so this painting was scary.

At this time, someone had already reacted and pointed at Fangyan's painting:
"Then this painting must be priceless?"

But Le Miao shook his head and said:
"No, the reason why "Spring Outing" is so priceless is because of its high academic and historical value."

"Apart from the calligraphy and seal of Zhan Ziqian himself, and the seals of some unknown people, there is nothing comparable to "Spring Outing"."

Fangyan was also aroused by this and asked:
"Ledian, how about you tell me more about it?"

Le Miao looked at Fang Yan, smiled, and then said:
"It's very simple. Just one item, 'Spring Outing', is amazing."

She paused for a moment, then spoke slowly:
"That is... Song Huizong wrote something on it!"

"Wow!" The whole audience burst into an uproar. After hearing this, everyone present suddenly realized that it was the emperor's imperial calligraphy that had blessed it.

Le Miao was indeed well-educated. She was very satisfied with everyone's reactions and continued:
"And it's not just Song Huizong. There are also records of this painting in history. After Song Huizong, it was acquired by Jia Sidao, a treacherous minister of the Southern Song Dynasty. After the fall of the Song Dynasty, the elder sister of Yuan Chengzong of the Yuan Dynasty, the Grand Princess of Lu, acquired it again. Then she asked famous Yuan Dynasty literati such as Feng Zizhen, Zhao Yan, and Zhang Gui to write poems on it."

"After the fall of the Yuan Dynasty, it was handed over to the powerful official Yan Song during the Ming Dynasty. During the Wanli period, it was collected by Suzhou collector Han Shineng. In the Qing Dynasty, it fell into the imperial palace again."

"Wow, so bizarre?" everyone exclaimed.

Le Miao smiled and said:

"This is not over yet."

"Finally, it followed Puyi to Changchun. In 1946, Mr. Zhang Boju sold his property and bought it back for taels of gold. It was eventually collected by the Palace Museum again."

Fang Yan nodded and said:
"Then 'Spring Outing' is indeed worthy of the title of national treasure."

Compared with the experience in "Spring Outing", this painting is as pure as a white lotus. There is no famous person who can be named except Zhan Ziqian.

Fangyan thought about it and decided that this was a good idea.

This shows the value of this painting.

No wonder people gave it away without any regret.

Regardless of the antiques, in the end it’s all about history and knowledge.

Those who understand will understand it when they see it, while those who don’t will be at a loss.

If he were to let the dialect handle it, he really wouldn't understand the twists and turns involved.

When he went to buy antique furniture in the afternoon, he could only rely on his visual acuity to judge the age of the furniture, and then rely on physiognomy to see whether the seller was honest or not.

There's no way. I have never learned anything about antiques and I don't understand it at all.

We can only use roundabout strategies to make this judgment.

……

Then it was almost lunch time and everyone started to prepare to finish work and have lunch.

The dialect was also collected in the painting.

He planned to hang this painting in the main hall of his house, and it just so happened that there seemed to be something missing on the wall.

At this moment, Le Miao came over and suddenly lowered his voice and said:
"You'd better keep this painting and don't hang it up."

Fang Yan was startled and asked:

"Hmm? Didn't you say this painting is worthless?"

Le Miao said in a low voice that only the local dialect could hear:
"That's for other people to hear."

“Although this painting doesn’t have so many traces of historical figures, nor does it have so many stories, what if it is in the same series as “Spring Outing”?”

"Zhan Ziqian painted spring, so why didn't he paint summer, autumn, and winter?"

When Fangyan heard this, he was shocked all over. Thinking of the strong autumn atmosphere in the painting, he immediately understood.

PS: The 6000-word basic chapter has been updated, and there will be additional chapters later.

(End of this chapter)