A purposeless guessing bamboo picture? Wu Di scratched his head. This is a bit difficult, but since he asked to guess, it must be a well-known masterpiece, and the scope will be much smaller. He sorted out his memories and pondered:

"There are countless famous bamboo painters in history, and Uncle Zheng's problem is a bit difficult! However, I can try to guess. Judging from the reputation of the people, Zheng Banqiao is the most well-known, and the age is relatively close, with relatively many paintings passed down from generation to generation. Each piece of treasure, Uncle Zheng's surname is Zheng, I guess there should be one of him. It's hard to guess next, but I feel that there should be the same piece. Can the remaining Uncle Zheng give some tips?"

"Wen Tong? Boy, although Wen Tong's paintings cannot be said to be missing, there is only one authentic work that everyone recognizes. It seems to be in the Palace Museum in Taipei?"

Wen Yaru couldn't help but remind him when he heard that Wu Di had actually brought Wen Tong out.

"Haha, Uncle Wen, it's just a feeling. This is just a random guess!"

Wu Di did not tell any lies. When he said Zheng Banqiao, he suddenly thought of Wen Tong's name and naturally said it. As for whether it is right or wrong, it is better to guess it, of course it is good if it is right, and if it is wrong, it is really not allowed to look at the painting.

"How did you know that the first two are not wrong? You actually asked for the third one?"

Lao Zheng glanced at Wen Yaru a little. It must be this old guy who believed it, but this was just a joke, and he didn't think about why he was embarrassed.

"Then please ask Uncle Zheng to point out the mistake so that I can convince me!"

Lao Zheng smiled with a big mouth.

"You boy! You are also a cunning guy! Let's count the first two guesses right. Listen, the third picture is here, he is related to the royal family..."

"Zhao Mengfu! The eleventh generation grandson of Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin! He is known as the "Crown of the Yuan Dynasty", one of the four masters of regular script, Zhao Mengfu, a great master with both calligraphy and painting and calligraphy!"

Wu Di answered firmly without waiting for Lao Zheng to finish his words.

"Hahahaha, OK! I am worthy of being Mr. Chang's closed disciple, amazing! You wait, I'll bring the painting now."

Wen Yaru curled his lips to Wu Di on the side,

"Old Zheng is going to show off again!"

"It's always a hundred times better than you, a guy who has no treasures to show!"

Lao Zheng had a very smart ear, and he could hear Wen Yaru's complaints when he walked away. Wen Yaru scratched his head. It was really hard to blame others for this. Who said that his old man was so famous back then that he was targeted and copied?

Lao Zheng's treasure room seemed to be quite far away. After a while, I heard the stairs ringing, but this time it seemed like two people. Sure enough, a girl walked in behind Lao Zheng with a large bundle of scrolls. Wen Yaru smiled when she saw it:

"Xiaoya is here too? When did you come back? Did you go on a business trip in the capital if you have something to do?"

"Old guy, if you have the ability, guess why our Xiaoya is back at this time?"

"Tsk, you've gotten into guessing today, right? Xiaoya is in the History Department of Sichuan University, probably for the Forbidden City Treasures Exhibition in November."

"Wrong, wrong, wrong. Haha, I'll scare you when I say it! Xiaoya will participate in the battle of treasure the day after tomorrow!"

"Doubao? Lao Zheng, this is no joke! When will we be qualified to participate in the Huashan Sword Contest in the antique world?"

"Hmph! Our Xiaoya is very successful, and she is attracted by Professor Zheng Mengguang and Zheng of Sichuan University, and she has become his closed disciple! My old Zheng family has been proud since then, and the old man can close his eyes with confidence underground!"

"When did this happen? You guy dared not report such a big thing? You are afraid of treating a meal, right? It doesn't matter, Xiaoya, your father, Iron Rooster, Uncle Wen is not stingy. I will make a mat for you tomorrow and promote this great thing!"

Wu Di looked at the girl who lowered her head and looked slightly shy. Her appearance was not outstanding. Her small eyes, small nose, and small mouth all seemed a size smaller than others. However, when paired with her small melon-shaped face, it looked so harmonious, and it was the type that became more and more attractive the more you looked at.

When she heard Wen Yaru attacking her father, she covered her mouth with her little hands and laughed secretly. It was obvious that she knew that these two half-old guys often bickered, and she glanced at Wu Di from time to time while laughing. Her expression made Wu Di want to laugh too. This seems to be your home, right? Whatever you do is secretly?

"Dad said Uncle Wen is here. I haven't seen you for a long time. I just happened to come and see you. This is Brother Wu Di. Master said you are very awesome! You are the leader of our younger generation."

Unexpectedly, the war suddenly burned on his head. Wu Di scratched his head and said with a smile:

"I'm just lucky. I've only been studying for a few months. What kind of leader can I afford? Xiaoya, you, there are not many girls who learn antiques!"

"Grandpa always hopes that an appraisal master can be produced at home, but unfortunately I don't have any brothers and sisters, so I have to bite the bullet and learn. Brother Wu Di must teach me well later."

Wu Di was about to be modest, and Wen Yaru waved his hand and said with a smile:

"Xiao Wu, don't be polite to each other. No one is outsider. This old Zheng has put all his thoughts on the bamboo map, and even his daughter's name is Zhuya! Let's take all the treasures in the house this time. You have to look carefully later. Don't slap your master, even if you are implicated, you will take the blame with you!"

Wu Di glanced at the dozens of scrolls piled on the coffee table and said with a wry smile:

"What's the matter with my master? I've only been studying for a few days and I've only taken such a difficult test question. It's not embarrassing to get some mistakes, right?"

"No shame, no shame. I have been making more than a dozen old guys for so many years, and they are still arguing! You don't have to carry any burdens, just take a look first."

Lao Zheng smiled very terrified, Zheng Zhuya smiled very sweetly, Wen Yaru smiled helplessly, and Wu Di smiled confidently. He thought that calligraphy and painting were easier than porcelain, and the characteristics of each famous writer were clearly written in the book. Once the heavenly book was determined to be fake, it would never happen like porcelain, and even though he knew it was a imitation, he could not find any flaws!

"Xiao Wu, look so good. This is not all the authentic works."

Lao Zheng pushed Wen Yaru aside and cursed:

"Old guy, what are you talking nonsense? Where can I say fake paintings in my treasures of Zheng Huazhu?"

Wu Di smiled and said:

"No matter whether it is true or false, today I'm here to learn. I won't be sure about Uncle Zheng later. Don't laugh at me."

"Haha, it's okay, let's see, let's talk about it after you see."

Wu Di took out his white gloves and put them on, carefully opened the top scroll, spread it on the coffee table, and when he saw it, he couldn't help but ponder.

This is a vertical ink bamboo picture. There are a cluster of hanging bamboos with lush branches and leaves, the main trunk is curved, and it rises slightly to the end, which seems to contain the business of rushing and pulling out. The whole picture is exquisite ink, and the painter takes the most moving posture of the bamboo to form the picture. The bamboo pole is strong and steep, the bamboo branches are slanted horizontally, and the bamboo leaves are very densely floating and flying, intersecting, and each lying on the back and lying. Moreover, the author fully utilizes the characteristics of the brush, and uses the brush to slim the bamboo leaves to distinguish the front and back of the bamboo leaves with thick and thin ink. The size of the bamboo leaves are vividly turned and side. Judging from the characteristics, this is the ink bamboo picture of Wentong of the Northern Song Dynasty!

Looking closely at the edge of the painting paper, there are no names, but the seals are stamped with two seals of Wen Tong: Jing Yi Studio. Wen Tong and Ke. There are also two questions in the poetry hall in the early Ming Dynasty Wang Zhi and Chen Xun. Looking closely at the style of painting, just as Mi Fu's paper painted bamboo: "The deep ink is the face and the light ink is the back, and it starts with Ke." The author does not modify the flying white strokes that appear on the bamboo poles and leaves. Just let it be natural, and the whole picture gives people a fresh, elegant and business-rich feeling.

Wu Di carefully rolled up the painting, put it aside, and opened another scroll.

"Brother, how about this painting?"

"Okay, good painting, the pen is strong and the pen is strong, the circle is free and the painting is like the person, and the style is strong!"

Wu Di only praised the paintings well, but did not tell the truth. When Lao Zheng heard this, he looked at Zheng Zhuya. Can the paintings in the same text be described as strong and unyielding? Wen Yaru frowned.

Wu Di did not pay attention to their expressions, so he opened the second scroll. The second one was also a bamboo picture, signed by Jin Dongxin and Lianshi. The seal was a Dragon Shuo Cymbique. The author said in his own title that the bamboo he painted "has no elegance, but haggard". The bamboo leaves in the painting are dark and sticky, like dust and heavy, desolate and graceful. The thick and light ink create an empty and profound artistic conception. The composition of the whole picture is graceful and charming, giving people a feeling of elegance and extraordinary.

Wu Di looked at it for a while and judged that this was the original bamboo painting by Jin Nong, a famous Qing Dynasty artist. It was similar to the composition of the painting in the collection of the Zhonghai Museum. The artistic conception was similar, but the signature was quite different. It should be a painting from the author of different periods, but it would not be a long distance between them.
Chapter completed!