C218 Faithful National Map
C218 Faithful National Map
When Yang Bo's group arrived, they saw that Yue Fei's Ancestral Hall had already been refurbished and refurbished. Yue Yan was busy from start to finish, and Yue Junyao did not go to class, instead, he quietly stood at the side. Many of the youths who came to help, would respectfully greet her when they saw her.
Today was Yue Fei's 900th birthday anniversary. In order to welcome this special day, the descendents of the Yue Clan had already collectively applied to the County Wen Bao Hall to repair Yue Fei's ancestral hall and build the Yue Fei Ancestral Square.
The young man who reported to Yang Bo the previous day stood by Yang Bo's side. Because Yue Min was too busy, he had to make arrangements for the last disciple, Ji Qiang, to receive him.
The repair of the ancestral shrine has always been organized by Master. Right after Master launched the initiative, the descendants of the Yue Clan spontaneously donated 350 thousand yuan. In just six months, the repair of the main body of Yue Fei's shrine and the sculpture in the hall were completed.
Looking at the bustling crowd, Ji Qiang started his introduction.
"When it comes to donations, everyone is particularly enthusiastic. There are people in their 80s who take out their old books, and kids who save pocket money. Everyone feels that doing this is a right thing to do for their ancestors, and more importantly, they need to leave behind some historical data for their children and grandchildren so that they can be loyal to their country."
Hearing this, Yang Bo was both surprised and touched, especially when he saw the genuine smiles on the faces of the people who came to Yue Gong Shrine. He couldn't help but feel happy.
After walking around the Yue Gong Shrine, Yang Bo noticed that the interior was beautifully painted. From beginning to end, the important matter of Yue Peng's life was described, and the spirit of loyalty to his country was shown everywhere.
Yang Bo saw the sword he gifted his at the back of the exhibition hall.
When Gu Changshun saw this scene, he also sighed with emotion, "In the future, if someone could erect an ancestral hall for me, then that person would truly be a person who has lived for a hundred lifetimes."
Walking in front, suddenly there were sounds of arguing, Yang Bo quickly walked over, and saw that Yue Yan's face was serious, standing in the middle of the crowd, in front of him were two people arguing about something.
Seeing Yang Bo walking over, Yue Yan immediately waved him over.
When Yang Bo walked a little further, Yue Yan introduced: "Yang Bo is a famous cultural relics appraiser in the country, let him judge the situation!"
Yang Bo looked over in confusion. Seeing that there was a painting on the side, with everyone's focus on the painting, he couldn't help but to look at both sides.
"Let me say it!"
"Let me say it!"
Yue Yan frowned and scolded, "Both of you shut up, Yue Bin will speak first!"
"This painting was brought back from America by my father. When I bought this painting, the seller told my father personally that this painting was passed down from his ancestors."
"The key point is, my father wanted to confirm whether this painting is real or fake, so he deliberately did an appraisal on a piece of paper. The result proved that the paper this painting used was precisely the paper from the Song Dynasty, is that not enough to prove that this painting is real?"
The other middle-aged man who retorted coldly, "No matter how eloquent you are, don't you know that this painting is on display in the Shencheng Museum? It's exactly the same painting, do you want to say that the painting in the Shencheng Museum must be fake?"
"I didn't say that!"
Both sides began arguing again.
Yang Bo stood at the side and quickly repressed his hands, "Everyone, stop arguing, I'll take a look first!"
Saying that, Yang Bo walked closer. Only then did he notice the situation of the painting, it was a < True Faithful Report to the Nation >, and looking at the signature, it should have been painted by the famous painter of the Yuan Dynasty, Wang Meng.
Wang Meng, the painter, was active in the late Yuan and early Ming dynasties. In the early Ming Dynasty, he was appointed to the Taianzhi Prefecture.
Wang Meng himself was an extremely famous painter, but his grandfather was even more famous than he was. His grandfather was a calligrapher of the Yuan Dynasty, Zhao Meng.
Yang Bo remembered clearly that the painting was in the Shicheng Museum, and the one that appeared in front of him, was a fake, which meant that the possibility of it being fake was extremely high. However, thinking about how he could buy a painting from another country, it was not easy either.
The two people beside him continued to argue.
"My father bought this painting from abroad and donated it. I must hang it up."
"This won't do, this painting of yours is definitely a fake. The real one is in the Shicheng Museum, didn't I already show you the documents yesterday? If it was really a fake, then it would disgrace our Yue Clan! "
"How could it be fake? I will also show you the appraisal report. This painting is Wang Meng's painting, and it is his real work! "
"How can this be? Could it be that there is a painting that looks exactly the same in this world?"
"..."
Yue Yan stood at the side, he did not stop the two people from arguing, and turned his gaze towards Yang Bo.
Yang Bo could hear the two of them arguing. Light flashed before his eyes and converged, forming a circle of light!
Yang Bo was shocked, because he realized that the age of this painting, was the early Ming Dynasty!
Yang Bo had never personally seen the painting in Shen Cheng, but it was very possible that he had seen a huge painting. If Yang Bo were to say that the painting in front of him was real and the painting in the museum was fake, everyone would think that he had gone crazy!
Seeing Yang Bo getting up and not saying a word, Yue Yan could not help but ask: "Yang Bo, what's wrong?"
Yang Bo shook his head and did not speak.
"Just say it, I think they can take it." Now that everything was ready, if he was delayed because of this matter, he would be a sinner of the Yue Clan!
"Let me see it again." Yang Bo said, he did not dare confirm, or even easily come to a conclusion.
The Fat Liu walked over curiously, and asked Yang Bo in a low voice: "What's wrong?"
Yang Bo shook his head, "Come take a look."
Fat Liu looked at it for a moment and also shook his head in amazement. He did not dare to make a conclusion, because this painting matched Wang Meng's drawing characteristics, and was even similar to the painting in Shicheng.
Fat Liu said: "These two paintings are actually exactly the same, this painting should be real."
"So that picture at the Shencheng Museum is fake?" Another person retorted.
Fat Liu looked at Yang Bo, "This …"
"This painting should be real!" After being reminded by Fat Liu, Yang Bo suddenly came to his senses.
"Then what you mean by that is that the experts of the Shencheng Museum are all blind and use a fake to fool the entire country?"
Yang Bo shook his head, "I didn't say that."
"That's what you mean!"
"Then I have to say, are these two paintings real?"
Once Yang Bo said that, the entire place became silent, and everyone was shocked.
— — The content is from [Mick Read]