Chapter 341 Is it true or false?

   Mr. Feng and Mr. Xie each led a group of people, and stood in the private restaurant looking at blue and white porcelain, bamboo weaving, and wooden ornaments for decoration.

   "Waste, what a waste!"

   "Such a good blue-and-white porcelain ornament, it's too cruel to put it like this as a decoration!"

   "Yeah! The quality is so high, it looks prettier than my collection!"

   "And this wood, I'm not mistaken it's a huanghuali?"

   "You read that right, this is an ornament carved by Huanghuali. Shouldn't this thing be kept at home for viewing? There are actually several here!"

   "And this, bamboo has already become extinct, how can there be such bamboo products? It stands to reason that things made of bamboo can't be preserved for thousands of years, right?"

   "I don't know about this, not to mention that it is still well preserved, it looks like it was newly edited not long ago."

   "Look, this painting is so well written! It is much better than the paintings I have saved!"

   "That master drew this? It's so well written!"

   "No, how come there are so many paintings and calligraphy by the same master? It seems that the handwriting is very new, no more than a year!"

   "Really, these calligraphy and paintings should have been written not long ago."

   "Who wrote this! It's amazing, I always think my calligraphy and painting are good, but it's a lot worse than this!"

   Mr. Feng was also attracted by these calligraphy and paintings, and the more he looked at it, the more familiar it became. It was the same painting as the painting that his stinky boy sold to him before. The style and font were exactly the same.

   He took a closer look, and sure enough, there was the same signature under each painting, and his face instantly turned black.

   That stinky boy, even grandpa dares to cheat!

   As he was talking, Feng Yan accompanied his two older brothers and just went downstairs to receive the elders.

   Mr. Xie has been living on the farm recently. He often meets Feng Yan, and the two of them are familiar with each other a lot.

   "Feng San'er, come here!" He waved to Feng Yan.

   Feng Yan walked over and said hello to his grandfather and the old masters he knew well, and then looked at Master Xie, "Grandpa Xie, what's the matter?"

   "Do you know who painted this painting?" He asked, pointing to the ink landscape paintings on the screen and the wall.

   Feng Yan also knew that they must have seen that this painting was not long ago. At that time, he originally wanted Xia Ruo to make it into an antique painting, but she did not agree.

   So he smiled and replied frankly: "This was painted by Xia Ruo."

   "She also wrote the words!" He added with a bit of pride.

   These old men have always boasted that they are very accomplished in ancient paintings and calligraphy, now let them see what is better than blue, and a mountain is taller than a mountain!

   Hearing his words, Mr. Xie and others were shocked!

   "Is this drawn by Xiao Ruoruo? Is it true or false?" Mr. Xie asked in disbelief.

   He also liked to collect calligraphy and paintings in the past, and he would also draw and write from time to time. He felt that this painter should not be able to draw without a few decades of skill.

   But how old is Xia Ruo, even if he is not even 20 years old, even if he starts practicing from his mother's womb, it is difficult to have such painting skills, right?

   Feng Yan shrugged when he saw that they didn't believe it, "It's really Xia Ruo's painting, don't believe it, I saw her paint it with my own eyes!"

   "Xia Ruo is not yet twenty years old, yet has such advanced painting skills?" An old man shook his head, obviously not believing it.

   Feng Yan was unhappy, "Old man, have you ever heard of someone called a genius? Xia Ruo is!"

   A group of blind old men!

   (end of this chapter)