To be honest, this place also accepts some tourists and scholars from afar, and the locals have long forgotten about this place.

Aside from the annual routine school visits, few people come on weekdays.

After all, most of the things in it are things from the era of the new era of Shenzhou, and their attraction to locals has long passed.

It was the first day of Christmas holidays in the Western world, but the museum was open as usual. After all, during the Christmas season, there are a lot of tourists coming from China.

This is a place they must come.

The huge venue is deserted, the number of visitors is very small, the docents are on holiday, the logistics are on holiday, the office staff are on vacation, and even the security guards are on vacation......

The only security guard is now hiding in the surveillance room, chatting with his little lover and talking on the phone.

The museum was already on the verge of being unsustainable, and the security forces were naturally not much better.

After walking around for half a circle, I didn't see the shadow of a foreigner, and occasionally met a few compatriots in Shenzhou, and the other party also came for the fame here, and they also looked at it well.

Neolithic pottery is really not interesting except for some exaggerated pottery.

There are no more than 100 oracle bones stored here, and the words on them have long been deciphered.

There's a good thing here, though.

A rare treasure of the utmost class.

I slowly looked at the various pottery of Yangshao culture and Majiayao culture with my back hand, and the ornamentation on it now looks scummy, but 7,000 years ago, this kind of pottery was quite popular.

The tens of thousands of Neolithic things that should belong to Shenzhou have crossed the ocean and been placed here for thousands of miles, which is also embarrassing.

Anderson, who discovered the Yangshao culture and Majiayao cultural sites, signed an agreement with the government of the Republic of China, and he was qualified to bring these things.

He didn't go far before Jin Feng saw some pottery with the P symbol drawn.

This was the agreement of the year, and the one with P painted was to be returned to China. Before and after, Andersen still followed the agreement between the two parties and successively transported four batches of pottery back to Shenzhou.

But then World War II broke out, and half of the pottery stored here suddenly disappeared!

Right!

Half disappeared out of thin air!

No more, no less, just half!

As for where the pottery went?

In other words, half of the pottery that disappeared belonged to Shenzhou.

To this day, there is still no whereabouts of this batch of pottery. It will be impossible to return it to Shenzhou.

Thousands of pieces of pottery are gone.

Fool!

The value of those pottery is actually not very large, and the pottery of today's prehistoric civilization is really of little value unless it is worth millions of dollars with very unique shapes and very representative ornamentation.

Shenzhou has never lacked these prehistoric things.

There is also a theory that the Nazis robbed these things back then.

During World War II, Svia pursued the same neutrality as the First World War Society.

However, this neutrality is also neutrality for the sake of compromise.

At that time, the Nazis occupied the fairy tale kingdom and the country of ten thousand islands, and it was seen that Svia was also going to be reduced to the rations of the Nazis.

As a last resort, the king of Svia declared permanent neutrality, but he was forced by the Nazis to allow the Nazi air force to use the airspace of Svia, allow the Nazi navy to dock, and by the way, play the disgraceful role of transporting troops, food and equipment to the Nazis.

During World War II, the Nazis sent a total of 2.14 million troops and 100,000 wagons to Damaozijia through Da Mao Zijia.

Although it was spared the war, it was still criticized by later generations.

So it is also possible that this batch of pottery was robbed by the Nazis.

Wandering slowly, Jin Feng came to a place and stopped.

The seventh ancestor behind was already bored and panicked.

It's almost past three o'clock in the afternoon, it's time to go to the summer palace and pretend to be a beautiful woman.

The heart was itchy and uncomfortable, Jin Feng didn't leave, and the Seventh Ancestor could only stand obediently.

Now there is a painting hanging where Jin Feng stands.

The painting is a vertical scroll, no more than 1.3 meters long and only 50 centimeters wide.

There are a few plantains growing on the reef on the shore of a lake in the dark, and the painting is very rough. The splashed reef that occupies a large area of the picture scroll is as black as the fur of an old black bear, and it is extremely black and terrifying.

And the lines of those banana leaves are also quite rough, and the banana leaves are outlined in a few strokes, and the brushwork is simple and unpretentious.

Zhou couldn't see the slightest deliberate and meticulous painting, as if the author had poured a large basin of ink on the scroll, finished painting a large piece with a large brush, and then dipped the small brush in the undigested ink to randomly outline a few banana leaves, and the painting was finished.

Such unrestrained, so concise, bold and uninhibited, but it makes the whole painting look brilliant, as if alive.

On the top of the painting, you can clearly see a seven-character quatrain.

"The winter rotten plantain sprouts in spring, and the partition wall is like a laughing old plum blossom. Who has both good things in the world, tired of eating fish and picking shrimp. Qingteng gargled the old ink. ”

Below is a four-word signature.

Qingteng Dao people.

Jin Feng stood still in front of the painting in front of him for a long time, and the bored Seventh Ancestor followed with his hands in his pockets, and when he got closer, he suddenly sizzled when he saw the four words of the old man in Qingteng.

Xu ...... Xu Wei!"

"Brother, is this painting real?"

Jin Feng snorted lightly: "You said pinch." ”

The Seventh Ancestor immediately changed color, leaned in front of the protective glass and tilted his nose, staring at the painting deadly.

Who is Xu Wei?

That's amazing.

Zheng Banqiao called himself a lackey under the Qingteng Sect.

Qi Baishi composed a poem: "Qingteng Snow is a far-reaching mortal, and there is no talent in the old age, I want Jiuquan to be a lackey, and the three families will come under the wheel."

Tang Xianzu, who wrote "The Peony Pavilion", said that Xu Wei's drama "Four Apes", "An Desheng wrote long and pulled out his tongue." ”

Ming scholar Mei Guozhen wrote to Yuan Hongdao, saying that Xu Wei "is strange in disease, strange in poetry, strange in poetry, strange in words, strange in words, strange in writing, and strange in painting". And Yuan Hongdao said that Xu Wei was nothing unusual, and he could be called a strange person.

In the history of the Ming Dynasty, he was called a genius of the sky!

An example of wife-killing in ancient times!

suspected that his wife had an affair with someone, so he killed her in anger and was imprisoned for 7 years.

The most typical representative of depression in history.

I committed suicide nine times, and I didn't die nine times.

He cut off his head with an axe, and his skull was broken, and he kneaded it with a sound.

Stick a sharp cone into your ear and go deeper.

In the history of art in China, and even in the history of culture in China, it is definitely an alternative.

Although people who are good at calligraphy, painting, and poetry at the same time are no longer a minority in the vast history of China, there are very few people who can be good at all three of them to the same algebra.

What's more, he is also a leader in the opera industry, and he is also a military strategist, who can make good decisions, and followed Hu Zongxian to break the trouble of being a widow for many years.

to explode, arrogance to explode, bold to explode, sorrow to explode.

He was the only one.

It's such a person, a pure genius plus a madman.

There are not many of his calligraphy and paintings, two of which are in the Forbidden City, and none of which are calligraphy.

There are two on the Treasure Island side. There are several in each of the other provinces.

There was one in the First Empire abroad, and two on the Toying Dog's side, but they never died.

The best thing left is this one.

This banana stone map is the treasure of this museum, and it is comparable to the treasure of the empire on which the sun never sets.

Standing in front of this painting, Jin Feng will not leave.

Staring at the banana stone map through the thick bulletproof glass, it is like sending Xu Wenchang, a madman and madman, in the air.

The self-titled poem above walks the dragon and snake, both square and round, light and heavy, vertical and horizontal, wild and uninhibited.

In the middle, there is also the stamp of Dong Qichang's collection, as well as the stamp of Yuan Hongdao.

A peerless painting!

Nothing more than that!

When he was immersed in the artistic conception of Xu Wenchang, a madman and a madman, a psychopath, a short middle-aged man came to Jin Feng's side and looked greedily at the banana stone map.

The middle-aged man was dressed very formally, with a suit and leather shoes, an oversized coat and scarf, and a pair of rimless glasses.

"Good words, good drawings. Qingteng Taoist people really live up to their reputation. ”

The middle-aged man was talking to himself, holding his chin and looking at the banana stone map with great obsession.

"Do you young people also understand the paintings of Qingteng Daoren?"

Inexplicably, the middle-aged Dongying man shouted at Jin Feng and the Seventh Ancestor in fluent Shenzhou.

As soon as the Seventh Ancestor heard Dongying's words, he was not happy, and when he heard the words behind this old dog, he immediately sneered and asked: "You Dongying Dog also understand the paintings of our ancestors?"

That Dongying dog snorted and said with a smile: "Xu Wei, he is a genius." A genius even more paranoid than Van Gogh. ”