Chapter 259 Thangka passed down from generation to generation

Seeing Lu Fei, the little girl of the Zheng family was extremely surprised. She lay in Lu Fei's arms and beat her while sobbing.

"I hate Brother Guifei. It's been so long and you're still willing to come back!"

Lu Fei pushed Zheng Xiaomei away and said with a smile.

"Aren't you ashamed that such a big boss still cries?"

"Brother Fei, are you still leaving when you come back this time?"

Lu Fei nodded and said.

"I have a lot of things to do outside, and my return this time was also a temporary decision."

"I won't be in Bianliang for a long time in the future. If you have any trouble, just call Brother Li directly and don't be polite to him."

While talking, Zheng Zhiwei walked out of the kitchen. When he saw Lu Fei, he was stunned for five seconds. He rushed forward and gave Lu Fei a big hug. He cried even more sadly than his sister.

The waiters finished cleaning up and got off work together. Zheng Zhiwei made a few side dishes and the three of them chatted while eating.

When it comes to the business of Hongfei Noodle House, Zheng Zhiwei looks proud.

This guy is really talented when it comes to catering and snacks.

Winter is coming soon, and the weather is getting colder day by day.

Zheng Zhiwei added pots and casseroles at the right time, and paired them with delicious cold dishes, and the business became even more prosperous.

The turnover in the past ten days has been soaring, with a net profit of more than 10,000 on the most impressive day.

This was an unimaginable wealth for the Zheng brothers and sisters before.

After dinner, the three of them drove back to Wutong Villa and chatted until midnight. If it weren't for Lu Fei's urging, the two siblings would not have rested.

At dawn the next day, Lu Fei got up and the Zheng brothers and sisters had already left.

On the dining table, the nutritious breakfast cooked by the little sister of the Zheng family was still warm.

After Lu Fei devoured the food, he went to the hospital to check on Li Ping'an's recovery. Overall, it was quite satisfactory.

In order to avoid the old scoundrel Xue Taihe, Lu Fei chatted with Li Pingan and Li Yunhe for a while and then left.

Next stop, Lu Fei went to Xiaonanmen Antique Market.

If I don't meet those old guys when I return to Bianliang, they may not know how to curse me if they find out.

Today is Sunday, and there are quite a few tourists visiting the antique market.

After parking the car, Lu Fei followed the flow of people in and looked around habitually.

The weather has cooled down, and there are many more stalls than before, but there are not many good things.

Lu Fei was too lazy to sell some items worth thirty to fifty thousand from the late Qing Dynasty and the Republic of China.

As he has more and more good things in his hands, Lu Fei's skills are getting higher and higher.

If it is not a particularly meaningful object, it is better to leave it to someone who is destined. As a "master", you should not steal other people's jobs.

"Um?"

Lu Fei, who was looking around, was suddenly attracted by a stall.

Judging from the accent, the stall owner is an authentic Zhongzhou native, but the goods sold are all snow-covered plateau objects, such as thangkas, Tibetan knives, turquoise, agate, bone carvings, etc., which are densely arranged, and the stall has enough More than five meters long.

Due to the large number of goods and the unpopular ones, a large number of tourists gathered to stop and buy, and the busy stall owners were sweating profusely.

Tourists gathered together to buy a handful of trinkets, but no one cared about the colorful thangkas placed at the far end.

Thangka is also called Tangga, Thangka, which is a Tibetan transliteration and refers to a religious scroll painting framed with colored satin and then hung for worship.

Thangka is a unique painting art form in Tibetan culture.

It has distinctive national characteristics, strong religious color and unique artistic style, depicting the sacred world of Buddha with bright colors.

Traditionally, the materials used to make thangkas are extremely particular, using precious minerals such as gold, silver, pearls, agate, coral, turquoise, malachite, and cinnabar.

They use precious stones and plants such as saffron, rhubarb, and indigo as pigments to show their sacredness.

These natural raw materials ensure that the painted thangkas are bright, dazzling, well-preserved and can even last for thousands of years without fading.

The production process of Thangka is also very particular. Before making, you have to bathe, purify yourself, burn incense, pray and ask the living Buddha for divination. Even when preparing materials, you have to recite Buddhist scriptures.

To do all this, you need to start preparing the canvas positioning and drafting, carefully sketching the background color, tracing gold and silver, consecrating blessings, etc. A tedious process that will make even the impatient person worry to death. .??.

Therefore, the price of handed down Thangka is extremely expensive.

The most typical one is the Red Yama Di embroidered Thangka made by Emperor Yongle of the Ming Dynasty. This Thangka achieved a record price of 310 million at Christie's autumn auction in 2014, and was photographed by Mr. Liu Yiqian, the owner of the Dragon Art Museum in Shanghai. It caused a sensation in the entire collecting world at the time.

Lu Fei squatted at the edge, picked up a picture of the Medicine Buddha on a blue background among a dozen thangkas of different sizes, shook it at the boss and asked.

"Boss, how much does this painting cost?"

The boss over there was so busy that he was sweating profusely, and he casually glanced at Li Fu and said to him.

"Young man, these are thangkas, not paintings. They are both good things."

"You can choose which one you like. The big one is three thousand and the small one is fifteen thousand."

Lu Fei smiled and said.

"Boss, I just like this small one. One thousand and fifty is too expensive. Is it cheaper?"

"Oh, these are all good things. You can hardly see them here in Zhongzhou. The minimum is one thousand, no matter how much they are, we won't sell them."

"Five hundred or not?"

"Eight hundred!"

"It's only five hundred. If it works, I'll buy it."

"Six hundred, no more."

"make a deal!"

Lu Fei counted out 600 yuan and handed it to the boss, feeling very happy.

Money and goods

After clearing the air, Lu Fei unfolded the thangka again and began to appreciate it.

This thangka is seventy centimeters long and fifty centimeters wide, which is the most common size among thangkas.

In the lower right corner of the picture, there is a small inscription in gold, "written in writing on June 20, the twelfth year of Zhengde, recorded in Tianli Temple, male of the Xin family of Qi Boxiang's family".

This is a typical palace work during the Zhengde period of the Ming Dynasty.

The painting depicts Medicine Buddha, also known as Medicine Buddha, with his eyes slightly open, holding a medicine bowl in his left hand, and sitting half-lotus on a gorgeous lotus throne.

There are colorful auspicious clouds above the head, and the surrounding gods will worship.

This Buddha statue is painted with rare and precious plant and mineral pigments, and is applied with gold powder. The colors are rich and calm. The entire portrait is made of fine silk unique to the palace. The production is extremely exquisite. The color and silk are evenly dyed to highlight the appearance of the Medicine Buddha. A sacred feeling, full of life.

Appreciating this rare thangka handed down from ancient times again, Lu Fei was so excited that he couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Damn it, it’s unbelievable that a treasure with such a wide open door is placed here openly without any knowledge.

perhaps?

Hehe, maybe it’s not easy for me to come back once, maybe I left it specially for myself.

Lu Fei was secretly happy. He put the thangka away and put it in his bag. Just as he was about to leave, two old men came hurriedly from the other direction.

The old man in front was tall and had a fat belly. When he walked, his big belly swayed comically.

Because he walked in a hurry, his bald head, which was not rich, was covered with sweat.

Arriving at the stall, the bald old man squatted directly in front of the thangkas and started looking for them.

He flipped through more than a dozen thangkas, and the bald old man's face suddenly fell, and he asked in a low voice to the short old man next to him.

"Where is it? Why isn't it?"

The short old man's face didn't look good either.

"Brother-in-law, you were here just now, why did you suddenly disappear?"