59 years after its opening, people are still in Nanluoguxiang.

In line with the principle of cutting the price in half, Chen Feng bargained: "Fifteen pounds!"

"No, the minimum is 29 kilograms!!!"

"Oh, sixteen pounds!"

"Twenty-eight and a half pounds."

The two men bid for a long time, and finally Chen Feng admitted defeat. He really didn't want to compete with Yan Bugui any more.

bother!

"That's twenty-five kilograms. This is the final price. If you don't want to sell it, forget it!"

Yan Bugui said proudly: "Haha, you still want to compete with me on price, twenty-five kilograms is the deal."

Chen Feng immediately went back to get two cups of noodles. After handing over the food with one hand and the book with the other, he slowly said, "Teacher, in fact, my grandfather likes Mr. Tan the most. Not to mention 25 kilograms, he would be willing to give him an additional 100 yuan."

Yan Bugui stared at Chen Feng in a daze, and Chen Feng walked out laughing.

Tan Sitong was from Liuyang, Hunan, and was a role model for all Hunan scholars.

In that era when the nation was in danger, countless Hunanese people regarded him as a national hero.

Everyone has their middle school years. My grandfather also idolized idols when he was a child. As a passionate nationalist teenager, it is normal for him to admire a truly proud scholar with a high level of literary talent.

There were many collections of Tan Sitong's poems in his room, which I had read quite a lot when I was a child.

"I lost money again?" Yan Bugui looked at the bag of noodles and suddenly felt that it was not fragrant at all. "Little bastard, why did you tell me!"

"One hundred dollars, one hundred dollars, one hundred dollars!"

Not to mention that Yan Bugui was a little nervous because of Chen Feng's words.

Chen Feng put the three handwritten manuscripts into his schoolbag and entered Zhang Haixing's house.

Zhang Haixing is combing her hair in front of the mirror.

When Chen Feng saw this scene, he stopped at the door and stared at her carefully.

Under the dim light, in a small room, a beautiful woman is doing her hair with a comb.

No matter how you look at it, it seems like Xiaoqian or Joan of Arc is possessed.

"Am I beautiful?" Zhang Haixing was somewhat proud of her appearance.

"No, you are sick. How can you comb your hair in front of a mirror at night?" Chen Feng breathed a sigh of relief. The childhood shadow of the future in which Huo Ling was fed corpse-eating pills, slowly lost her mind, turned into a forbidden woman, and combed her hair in front of a mirror flashed through his mind.

"You know it's easy to attract ghosts like this?"

"Do you still believe in ghosts?" Zhang Haixing asked in surprise.

"Yes, I believe it. Every time I go up the mountain to catch rabbits, I will worship at the mountain temple when I see it!" Chen Feng walked into the room without closing the door and sat on a stool next to the table in the room.

I picked up the five antiques and a scroll on the table, opened them and found that it was a painting by Zheng Banqiao from the late Qing Dynasty.

Zheng Banqiao was a seal fanatic and a prodigal son. He was a Jinshi in the Qianlong period, but he was an honest official. He did not like to curry favor with the corrupt Qianlong officialdom, so he mainly relied on selling paintings for a living.

He was good at painting orchids, bamboo, rocks, pine trees, chrysanthemums, etc., and he had been painting orchids and bamboo for more than 50 years, with his achievements being the most outstanding. He was known as one of the Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou.

His poetry, calligraphy and painting are known as the "three wonders" in the world.

"Can you help me collect paintings by Qi Baishi and Zhang Daqian? If you get one, I'll give you a rabbit."

Zhang Haixing has a special identity and works for a secret agency.

It would be best if she came forward to exchange Qi Baishi's paintings.

Zhang Haixing was stunned at first, then asked, "Can I use Qi Baishi's paintings to return your remaining antiques?"

Chen Feng looked at the antiques from the late Qing Dynasty on the table, calculated the price in his mind, and nodded quickly.

"it is good!"

Zhang Haixing quickly collected all the things on the table, then turned around and pulled out a box from under the bed.

"There are twenty paintings by Zhang Daqian and twelve by Qi Baishi. Take away five of them. You can grill three crucian carps for me tomorrow. That will count as one. The remaining twenty-six will be kept for now."

Chen Feng opened the box, picked up a piece of paper and carefully flipped it over the table, only to find that it was indeed an authentic work of Qi Baishi.

He had heard the story of Qi Baishi using a painting to buy a cart of cabbages. He had also heard that before Qi Baishi became famous, he was "cold and lonely as a snow-capped bird, and a worthless wandering swallow" in the old city, and that he had to sell his calligraphy and paintings at a low price in order to make a living.

Zhang Daqian is still alive and can continue to create.

But Zhang Haixiong just took out a box, which was too much!

"Where did you buy all these paintings?"

Zhang Haixing lazily leaned back in the chair, soaking his feet in the medicine, and said, "My last name is Zhang, and Zhang Daqian's last name is also Zhang. It's not difficult for me to ask him for some calligraphy and paintings."

"You blow it!"

Chen Feng actually had a little bit of faith in his heart.

There is no way around it. Today’s masters of Chinese culture and art really have to bow down for the sake of a few pieces of silver.

If you don’t eat, you will really starve.

What kind of calligraphy and paintings and antiques can be eaten?

In the eyes of people who don't know the value of things, it is not as good as a bowl of rice.

"Hehe, I love art, I love masters, and I love this beautiful era!"

He took out a box of fried peanuts from his schoolbag, thought for a while, then took out a box of raisins that were dried by the wind in the space and placed it on the coffee table next to Zhang Haixing's chair.

"Sister Hai Xing, let's make a deal. I really like Chinese studies, especially the works of Mr. Qi and Mr. Zhang. Please work hard and help me collect more."

"Peanuts, melon seeds, raisins, anything flying in the sky, running on the ground, swimming in the water, as long as I can get it, I promise to get it for you."

Zhang Haixing narrowed her eyes.

"My shoulders are a little sore!"

"Really? You've been working too hard. I happened to have read a lot of medical books recently, so I can give you a massage." Chen Feng stood behind her chair and massaged her shoulders in a very servile manner.

'One painting, two paintings, three paintings, four paintings...!'

Chen Feng kneaded her for half an hour and found that Zhang Haixing had fallen asleep.

"No, you're not afraid that I'll turn into a wolf."

He picked up Zhang Haixing and put her on the bed.

It would certainly be impossible to wipe her feet.

As for taking off clothes, that's not an option either. If the woman wakes up and turns against him, it would be too troublesome to ask him to take responsibility.

Age is not a problem. According to the Zhang family's life expectancy, Zhang Haixing is only in her teens now and is in the best period of her life.

The main reason is that the Zhang family has too much to do, and he also has to guard the bronze gate of Changbai Mountain. The responsibility is too great and he cannot bear it. It is better to hand it over to Wu Gousheng’s grandson.

Just cover her with a blanket.

Flick the light switch, quietly close the door and leave.

A dark figure sat on the threshold of the courtyard, looking very lonely.

"Xu Damao, what are you doing?"

Xu Damao looked up at the sky and asked, "How come there is no trust between people?"

Whoever believes you is a waste of money!

Chen Feng, carrying his schoolbag, stood on the threshold, looking down at him and discovered that Xu Damao was indeed in an abnormal mood. In the past, even if he was beaten to the hospital by Sha Zhu, he would not have shown such an expression.

"What's wrong? Did your wife send you a hat?"

"I would rather it be this way." Xu Damao sighed.

Are you sick? Who likes to wear a green hat? You are not a Gallic rooster.

Chen Feng leaned against the side of the threshold, somewhat curious about what had happened to Xu Damao that caused him not to go home at night. He sat there sighing, as if he had been kicked out.

"I have time, you have a story, how about you tell it?"

Xu Damao sighed again and said slowly: "I am a real man, not disabled, do you believe it?"

Chen Feng nodded.

Nonsense, the medicine powder was scraped off by me personally. It is a legacy medicine from the system, it must be very powerful!

Idol, I picked it for you!