Chapter 629： A big loss!

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"Lin Feng, even if you get it right. This is a painting held on March 19th, but... what does this have to do with Zhu Da, a Badashan native? Humph! This still doesn't prove that you are right, we just did it. The bet, however, must come up with convincing citations."

At this time, Zhao Zhongnan gave full play to his shamelessness and shame, and said so.

As a result, even Qin Yanran couldn't stand it anymore, and she stood up and retorted: "Uncle Zhao! Even grandma just said that in many other paintings of Bada Shanren, there is this March 19th like a little turtle. Picture bet. Isn't this a convincing citation?"

"Yan Ran, maybe your grandma didn't tell you. The value and origin of an ancient painting can't be judged by just one or two pieces of suspected evidence. Besides, that March 19th may be a coincidence. Like a god? We don’t even know what this means, and how can it be convincing?"

Zhao Zhongnan still said quibblely, now he has no other choice but to be so scornful. He even smiled and said to Ye Lao: "Teacher Ye, this was what you said when you were identifying ancient paintings for us."

"Yeah! There are some truths in what Chungnam said. The process of identifying the value and origin of an ancient painting is indeed very complicated and rigorous. Although according to my point of view, this painting can basically be judged from the painting on March 19th. The painting was done by Zhu Da, a native of Badashan, but this alone is indeed not rigorous enough."

Although Ye Lao felt that Zhao Zhongnan was taking the opportunity to play a rogue, he still stated his point of view objectively, "However, this'March 19' is indeed a huge discovery. It is useful for studying the paintings of Zhu Da, a man from Badashan. Very huge meaning. It’s just that we don’t yet know what special meaning this March 19th actually has..."

"Grandma! This is actually very simple. Just think of Zhu Da's life experience."

As soon as Ye Lao finished speaking, Lin Feng smiled and said, "Zhu Da is the ninth grandson of Ning Xian Wang Zhu Quan, the 17th son of Ming Taizu Zhu Yuanzhang. He lived in the special era of the Ming Dynasty when the Manchuria entered the Pass in the late Ming and early Qing dynasties. It’s no surprise that Chaozhu’s children recorded March 19th in this way."

"Children of the Zhu family? The Ming Dynasty is destroyed! March 19th, haha! I know, so you are Lin Feng! I didn't expect that your research on literary epic paintings was so thorough, it turned out to be like this. So, Almost 100% sure, this painting is undoubtedly made by Zhu Da, a native of Badashan."

Lin Feng's words immediately awakened Ye Lao, and she seemed to have discovered some extraordinary secret, and she burst into laughter with excitement.

"Mom! What the **** is going on? I know that Zhu Da was a child of the Zhu family in the Ming Dynasty, but what does this have to do with March 19? Why can I be sure that Zhu Da did it?"

Chen Luping was even more surprised to see her mother being so happy, but she hadn't seen her mother so happy for many years.

"Grandma, quickly tell me, what is the secret and connection in this?" Qin Yanran's curiosity was also aroused and asked hurriedly.

At this time, the gloomy Zhao Zhongnan was still completely defeated. After the identity of Lin Feng's "child of the Zhu family" was revealed, he immediately understood it, and whispered and shook his head: "It is so! It turned out to be like this..."

"Dad! What the **** is going on? That stinky kid is talking nonsense? How can a good painting touch on the demise of the Ming Dynasty again? Don't be fooled by him!"

Zhao Shuang was also in a hurry, but he had long been waiting for Lin Feng to kick Lin Feng hard for revenge. But who knows, Lin Feng, the stinky boy in the gutter, really knows so much, even Ye Lao, the master of the painting world, is willing to bow down.

"Let Lin Feng speak for himself? This is enough to be regarded as a major breakthrough in the art world in the study of the paintings of the Bada Shanren in the Ming Dynasty. My disciple Zhou Wenqing raised this question back then, and it has not been there for more than 20 years. People can solve it. Who would have thought that Lin Feng, a high school student, would tell me today, I must call and talk to Wen Qing later." Ye Lao said cheerfully.

Lin Feng was not modest, and said directly: "In fact, the truth is very simple. As a child of the Zhu family in the Ming Dynasty, Zhu Da, a native of the Badashan Mountains. Seeing that his great rivers and mountains were trampled by the Iron Horses of the Qing Dynasty, it was naturally frustrating Peaceful and sullen in the chest. So he took the 19th of March, the end of the Ming Dynasty, as a unique painting on the painting, in order to place the deep feelings of the homeland."

March 19 is the day when the Ming Dynasty will fall. Zhu Da was a child of the Ming Dynasty's Zhu family. The ancients also had the habit of expressing emotions through poetry and painting. If these are connected, all the answers will naturally be obvious.

"Wow! It turns out that this is the case. A small painting has such a story and feelings hidden in it. Lin Feng, you are so amazing, how do you know this?"

After hearing these reasons, Qin Yanran couldn't help but screamed, and looked at Lin Feng more admiringly. Pulling him to ask how he learned about this.

"Do you know what's so great about these? There are all written in history books! There are also art books. I remember that our high school has a book on art appreciation that is Ming Dynasty landscape painting ~ www.novelhall.com~ Dao Bada Shanren Zhu Da's background comes from his background."

Lin Feng said with a smile, these are the truth. But the Zhao family, father and son, were half to death. Reading art books and history books is more eye-sighted than Ye Lao, a painter? Isn't this nonsense? But they couldn't think of any other reasons.

And, once it was really determined that this painting was a painting by Zhu Di, a Bada Shanren, Zhao Zhongnan's face became more difficult to look at.

Thinking of the bet he had just made with Lin Feng, Zhao Zhongnan knew that he might have lost a lot this time. After thinking for a while, I made a plan in my heart, and immediately said to Lin Feng, "Little brother Lin Feng is really a good eye! You really recognized this painting. I, Zhao Zhongnan, have always been a promised person. You give me a bet. You tell me a bank account, and I will use my mobile bank to call you 180,000."

"Huh? 180,000? What does Uncle Zhao mean?" Lin Feng asked suspiciously when he saw the sudden change of his surname Zhao's attitude.

"Haha! Brother Lin Feng, this 180,000 is the price I bought this painting at that time. Since I lost the bet to you, I naturally have to give you the bet. With Ye Lao and Lu Ping testifying, I won't be shameless. That's right." Zhao Zhongnan said with a smile. It was this idea that was originally made.