My ex-girlfriend thought I was poor, so I made 100 million by betting on stones.

"Mr. Yang is right, so the two of us infer that even if this one does have some character from the Eastern Jin Dynasty, it should be a copy left by the people who came later."

Wu Mingze said, "What's strange is that, judging from the traces of this paper and the overall preservation, it's hard to tell whose painting it is, especially since there are many areas on it that are blurry, including the author's signature. I can’t even see clearly.”

"Yes, if we could know the author's name, we might be able to judge the dynasty through the name, but there is not even a name on it. The signature has long been difficult to see clearly, and part of it has turned black."

Long Huailu muttered, "It's hard for us to judge the specific dynasty."

"Do you two think there is anything special about this content?"

Seinfeld asked again.

"I'm really sorry. I really didn't see anything special about it."

Wu Mingze had a helpless expression.

Long Huailu was naturally the same, and said helplessly: "Although it can be seen on it, it seems to be some characters and markets, but there is nothing special about it. Maybe it is just a painting that records a certain market in ancient times."

"I think so too, but this painting is considered to be a small one among such paintings, and there are many shortcomings..."

Based on normal judgment, Wu Mingze would feel that although this thing is not bad, it is definitely not something of high value.

Because there is no way to judge what this is.

Sein Fei sighed and said, "Thank you both."

"I see Mr. Yang is here, maybe he can see some clues."

Wu Mingze put the question away from Yang Feng.

But this is also his trust in Yang Feng.

After all, this person is really too skilled, and his knowledge reserve will probably reveal something.

The people present looked at Yang Feng expectantly.

Yang Feng looked at it carefully for a while, and finally said: "This painting is not a market picture."

"Oh?"

Several people immediately looked at him in surprise and said, "Mr. Yang, what do you mean..."

"If I'm right, this picture should be a picture of a manor."

Yang Feng spoke.

But his words made several people feel a little strange, saying: "Manor? But there is clearly a tavern here, and this street...it doesn't look like a manor."

"Yes, what is the basis for Mr. Yang to say that?"

Long Huailu was very puzzled.

Yang Feng pointed to a corner of the painting and said, "Look here."

"this?"

"The past here is obviously a piece of farmland, and outside it is the fence of the manor. Manors in ancient China usually have farmland, gardens and other buildings. These exist as a group and are collectively called a manor."

Yang Feng said and continued: "The method of dividing farmland is different from that of ancient landlords. The roads on the ridges are too smooth."

"There is also something like a tavern next to here. If my prediction is correct, it should be a cooling place close to the mountains. You see, although it is blurred here, if some mountains are added here, wouldn't it be like this? Would a painting make more sense?”

His words made several people look in that direction.

Seeing this, Long Huailu and Wu Mingze were shocked.

"It really is!"

"If some mountains are added to fill the gap here, then this is a place built around a mountain range."

Wu Mingze was surprised, but then added: "But this is not enough to prove that this is a manor."

"Actually, this is not difficult. Look at the gate on the other side of the street. There are several styles of this gate in ancient times, especially the style of this painting. You are right. It is indeed a product of the Eastern Jin Dynasty."

Yang Feng said, "According to the style at that time, this was the back door, and the other side should be the main entrance, but that side has been damaged, but you can still guess the general idea by sketching it."

As he spoke, he looked at Sein Fei and said, "Do you have a pen and paper?"

"Have."

Seinfeld said, and immediately asked people outside the room to bring in paper and pen.

Yang Feng laid a piece of paper flat next to it, and then used a pencil to draw some lines on it.

After several people saw it, they immediately understood.

What Yang Feng outlines is exactly the missing part.

"Strict...strictly perfect."

Wu Mingze opened his eyes wide.

According to Yang Feng's drawing, the traces on it match perfectly.

Yang Feng squinted his eyes and said: "This should be a special architectural style that was not popular during the Eastern Jin Dynasty. From the position of the door to the design of the street above, the essence is to introduce the Feng Shui of the mountains. Through its passage, such a manor must be a Master."

"I almost forgot that Mr. Yang is not only a master of antiques, but also very proficient in Feng Shui."

Only then did Wu Mingze remember.

No wonder Yang Feng could find the clues in this.

Seinfei also became happy at this time, looking forward to: "Can Mr. Yang restore the ambiguity?"

"need some time."

As Yang Feng spoke, his eyes were actually continuing to look back at the painting.

After looking back for a while, he suddenly saw something.

Yang Feng's expression was a little surprised, and then he looked at Song Fei next to him.

Song Fei was suddenly stared at by Yang Feng and said with some confusion: "Mr. Yang, what are you..."

"nothing."

Yang Feng suddenly laughed.

He seemed to have noticed something, but Song Fei was not sure. But now that the matter had come to an end, he looked at Wu Mingze and Long Huailu and said, "You two masters have worked hard, why don't you stay here and finish your meal?" Leave again?"

"No need, we are going to another friend's house soon. Being able to see this painting and Mr. Yang today is already a worthwhile trip."

Wu Mingze laughed.

"In that case, I'll send you two off."

Seinfeld is still very humble towards people.

After sending Long Huailu and Wu Mingze away, he looked at Yang Feng and said, "Mr. Yang, you..."

"Don't worry, I'm hungry, and she's here to eat."

Yang Feng pinched Zhao Zhuwei's arm next to him.

Zhao Zhuwei was in pain, but at this moment she looked at Yang Feng in surprise and said, "Yang Feng, you were so awesome just now! Wouldn't it be particularly profitable if you were asked to repair it?"

"You only know how to make money. What do you want to eat soon? They are all here, so don't save money for them. This is a wealthy family."

Yang Feng looked at Song Fei jokingly.

While several people were talking, they also left the room together.

Zhao Zhuwei really regarded this place as a hotel.

After the chef told her that she could go to the kitchen to pick out the ingredients she wanted to eat, she actually ran into their kitchen.

Fortunately, once she left, Yang Feng and Song Fei were left sitting in the back hall.

"You seem to have something you haven't told me yet."

Yang Feng suddenly spoke.

Song Fei was a little caught off guard, and then smiled and said: "It seems that I really can't hide it from Mr. Yang."