Chapter 404:
It took an hour to go up the mountain, but only half an hour to go down the mountain.
Standing on the side of the road, waiting for the taxi to go, Zhang Mengyao suddenly asked: "By the way, do you know where there is a shop for painting?"
Mounting painting is a very old craft.
In ancient times, this craft was very popular. Because there were many calligraphy and paintings in ancient times, good characters or paintings were all mounted and hung at home.
However, in modern times, there are fewer and fewer calligraphy and painting, and this craft has gradually begun to decline.
To be honest, many people are aware of the art of mounting and painting, but I suddenly ask you to tell me where there is this kind of shop, I am afraid that most people will be confused.
It is no exaggeration to say that 99% of the people in China have never been in contact with painting shops since childhood.
Lin Xian had never been in contact, so he was stunned for a while.
After thinking about it, he pondered: "Go to Chaotian, there should be a painting shop over there."
As the ancient capital of the Six Dynasties, Jinling has a profound cultural heritage.
And Chaotian Palace, as one of the Jinling Cultural Center, has countless antique shops. I think there should be a painting shop.
After the decision, Lin Xian reached for a taxi and the two rushed to Chaotian Palace.
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As a tourist attraction, Chaotian Palace is not as famous as the Confucius Temple, but as an antique trading market, it is extremely famous across the country.
There is Panjiayuan in the north and Tiangong in the south.
One south and one north, the two major antique trading markets in China.
After more than 20 minutes, the taxi stopped steadily at the curbside of Chaotian Palace Antique Trading Market.
After paying the money, Zhang Mengyao held the picture scroll, a little confused and said, "Lin Xian, where should we go now?"
The antique trading market is a long alley. There are antique shops on both sides of the street. At the end of the alley, there is a large open space.
On the open space, hundreds of stalls gathered together, chatting and bargaining were endless, and it was very lively.
It was the first time that Lin Xian came to the Chaotian Palace antique trading market and found it very interesting. He couldn't help but smiled and said, "Let's find it. There should be a painting shop here."
Antique calligraphy and painting shops are irrelevant. Where there are antiques, there must be a painting shop.
Reached out to embrace Zhang Mengyao and the two walked into the alley.
Today is the weekend because the antique trading market is extremely lively.
Not a spacious alley, where people come and go.
Zhang Mengyao is also the first time to come to Chaotian Palace, so with big eyes, he is constantly looking at the shops around him curiously.
"Lin Xian, do you think you can really buy antiques here at low prices? Zhang Mengyao curiously asked.
Lin Xian shook his head and laughed, "It's still possible that time goes back 20 years. Now, the odds are smaller than the first prize in the lottery. These people are better than ghosts. If you want to get away from them, you might as well expect mothers. The pig goes up the tree."
Zhang Mengyao wondered: "Then why are there so many people?"
"It's a lively picture, and everyone has a fluke mentality. If you find a leak, you can get rich overnight."
Lin Xian paused and continued to explain: "Of course, this is still a place for antique collectors to communicate."
Think about it, how comfortable it is for three or two Tibetan friends to get together, drink tea, exchange experiences, and share their newly bought antiques.
Lin Xian still did not find the painting shop after walking down the alley.
On the contrary, Zhang Mengyao was holding the picture scroll in her arms, which attracted a lot of people and even a few antique shop employees asked her if she wanted to sell the picture. Fresh flowers
Looking at the shops on both sides, Lin Xian suddenly smiled bitterly: "Zhang Mengyao, I found that we are a bit stupid."
"What do you mean?"
Zhang Mengyao raised her eyebrows and said inexplicably.
"Why don't you look for it stupidly? Just ask someone and you will know!"
Lin Xian turned around and walked into an antique shop next to him.
If you want to sell the calligraphy and painting in these antique shops, whether it is true or not, you can mount the calligraphy and painting so that customers look like that.
Therefore, they must know where there is a painting shop.
Walking into the shop, Lin Xian asked with a smile: "Is there a painting shop nearby, my boss, can I ask you something?"
"Framework shop?"
The boss is a middle-aged man. Hearing this question, he glanced at the picture scroll in Zhang Mengyao's arms.
His eyes lit up and he smiled and said, "Yeah, do you want to sell paintings?"
"I don't sell it, I just paint and play, I want to frame it." Lin Xian explained.
Hearing that it is not for sale, the boss immediately said with a lack of interest and said: "After leaving the market, turn left, about 150 meters, there is a small alley, there are several painting shops in it."
"Thanks to the boss!"
Lin Xian thanked him and took Zhang Mengyao out of the store.
Get it done!
The two followed the middle-aged boss’s route and soon discovered the alley.
Compared with the alley in the trading market, the alley in front of him looked extremely deserted. Looking around, there were not a few pedestrians strolling in it. Lin Xian quickly found a painting shop.
Wen Fang Zhai!
The store door is both popular and elegant.
"Go, go in and take a look!"
Lin Xian took Zhang Mengyao's little hand and led her into the store.
I opened the door curtain and walked in, and an elegant fragrance suddenly puffed my nose.
The smell of incense is very good, it is light but not strong, and the fragrance is not red. It is obviously high-end incense.
The area of the shop is not large, only Liushangping is divided into two parts by a layer of wind.
Although the area is small, the decoration is very elegant and antique.
