As a descendant of Nuwa, what’s wrong with having a little skill?

"Okay, take these back and cook them at noon." As soon as the two of them came out of the mountain, someone came up to greet Mr. Yu, took the bamboo basket on his back, and Mr. Yu followed Feng Liqiu.

"You see, even if they want me to die, they still have to be respectful and filial to me in everything."

"How normal. People who ask for the Mountain Goddess are so pious. If none of the Mountain Goddess fulfills their wishes, do you think they will still flock to her like this?"

Feng Liqi told Yu Lao bluntly that it was because you leaked something between your fingers after they were filial. If you don't pull out a cent, you will see if they are still filial.

Mr. Yu could only smile bitterly, "My two grandsons are good after all."

"It's better than the best, but it's better than the worst." It goes without saying that Yu Ji, the success of "Jingu Peach Blossom Land" made him seem to have finally found the right direction. He is not good at career, but he has a very good eye for beauty in variety shows, and he also supports entertainment The beauty industry should have its own characteristics, instead of just stuffing the children of capitalists into it to fool the audience.

He wants to rectify the entertainment industry and let a hundred flowers bloom and a hundred schools of thought contend.

As for Jing He, Feng Liqi was relatively satisfied. When the two entered the museum, the display at the door had been changed and turned into a huge oil painting of flowers. Feng Liqi looked at it and thought it was very ordinary and scrawled. She walked inside. I discovered that there was an 18-year-old ban exhibition hall. It wasn’t that it was displaying some shameful paintings.

Westerners create boldly, and many children in Jingu Village come to visit. Some paintings may not be suitable for primary school students and junior high school students. They are ignorant and probably don’t know what art is, so they might as well leave it alone.

Feng Liqi took Yu Lao directly into the 18 Forbidden Hall. There were many foreign tourists inside. The two of them came in without disturbing anyone. They all carefully looked at the paintings in front of them. They didn't know whether they really appreciated the art or had other agendas. Feng Liqi couldn't understand it anyway, so she couldn't help but twitch the corners of her eyes.

"What do foreigners think? They think such unsightly paintings are art and literature, and they can sell them for sky-high prices. What's the point of these?"

"The cultural history is different. Our paintings of ladies pay attention to artistic conception, form, and the elegance of noble ladies. In fact, we cannot say that their paintings are sky-high prices. If a painting of Tang Yin's ladies appeared now, the price would not be higher than any of them. A painting is of low value.

We laymen see value, but they, experts, understand art! After all, we are a group of vulgar people who do not understand such elegant things. "

Tang Yin? Feng Liqi shook his head. It seemed that there was a boy named Tang Yin who taught him painting. Later, when a person loses his fighting spirit, he has nothing. During that time, he was half asleep and half awake, so he had no time to give him guidance. It was more his own business. He knows that Feng Liqi knows that he is a person full of craftsmanship and cannot innovate.

Tang Yin was a very spiritual person, and if he taught him, he would mislead his disciples. However, I don’t know what happened to him later. After his death, his friend burned several paintings for her to show his kindness as a teacher.

Those paintings...

Forget it, Feng Liqi had forgotten where to throw it. It was always at the bottom of the Mountain God Pond. I don’t know if Lao Ao had packed it up, put it with the ones he fished out from the bottom of the sea, or put it alone. He always knew how to pack it.

"No, it's probably the essential difference between people and barbarians!" Feng Liqi stopped looking at it, turned around and walked out. He couldn't understand the flowers and plants. I don't know why these people think these are art. Is it because they can't understand traditional Chinese paintings? Meticulous painting cannot satisfy everyone's pursuit of art, so why should we praise so-called famous paintings that have nothing to do with ourselves?

"Jing He should be coming back soon!" Feng Liqi looked at the teachers inside who were telling the children about the authors of these paintings and the backgrounds of the paintings. On the contrary, these teachers seemed to have done very strong homework, and the students had all the books in their hands. It is to hold a history book or notebook while listening to the teacher's description and taking notes at the same time.

It was more interesting than the little star who was their one-day guide. Feng Liqi nodded and taught students in accordance with their local conditions and aptitudes. Lao Ao's second museum would use it.

In Li Jingqi's words, he studied Chinese literature and history when he was a child, but he has not yet arrived in the capital when he is in his twenties.

Children in other capitals take history classes in museums. People often say that all roads lead to Rome, but some people are born in Rome. How can they compare with children in big cities?

Only generations of people slowly accumulate and change. Lao Ao asked Jinghe to exchange for so many antiques that were stolen by bandits. Those are the best witnesses of history, just enough for these students to see and learn. .

Let the silent history teacher describe to them the past glory and disgrace one by one.

"Yes, the flight ticket has been booked. Teacher Ao seems to have given him some tasks. He will postpone his return for a few days."

Feng Liqi nodded, indicating that he understood. The two of them walked inside and stopped talking. Smart people have stopped talking about some topics. When we meet today, there are some things that don’t need to be mentioned. Ming Yu already has the answer in his heart. Hua Wu Bai Ri Hong , as long as this master is willing to take care of his descendants, he can face everything calmly.

Feng Liqi's cell phone suddenly rang. In this quiet museum, the teacher frowned. The children turned around to find out who was so incompetent. It was clearly written at the entrance that you can take pictures but keep quiet. Everyone abided by it. regular.

Feng Liqi frowned. The ringtone was not noisy. It was just a bit abrupt in this specific environment. She had not gotten used to using the new phone yet, nor was she used to muting it. After all, the rules at the door were not hers. of.

Facing everyone's condemning gazes, Feng Liqi had grown thick-skinned for thousands of years and answered the phone calmly. The security guard next to him immediately stepped forward to signal the teacher to continue, and told everyone that this museum was Master Feng's private collection. All the items belong to Master Feng. Master Feng allows everyone to visit unconditionally. Please don’t mind if Master Feng answers the work call.

Uh, the museum actually belongs to this lady? The teacher quickly motioned for everyone to stop making noise and follow him. The rules are all about guests, not the hosts. Caring people like this must have a lot of business calls. They should not disturb others.

When the call was connected, Li Jingqi's somewhat embarrassed voice came over, "Sister!"

"Say!"

Li Jingqi looked at the villagers around him who were urging him to speak quickly. He didn't know what to say. Even Li Junliang looked at him expectantly. The opportunity to get rich. Who thinks there is too much money? In the past, I had no money and no foresight. All the benefits were given away. Li Jingqi took it away. Now if there is a chance, there will always be idiots like them at the beginning who will let them pick up some mistakes. Anyway, Li Jingqi is too busy now and she doesn't like this little money.

Li Jingqi blew a breath and licked her tongue. He had been quiet for so long. His sister's impatience must have figured out what was going on in his heart.