The first exhibition hall that Zhang Yang went to was the Painting and Calligraphy Hall, because there are quite a few collections here, and there are almost all dynasties since the Jin Dynasty. This is equivalent to giving Zhang Yang a very standard answer and asking him to take a seat.
That’s it.
Pan Hui followed Zhang Yang in confusion, wondering what he was going to do and what was so interesting about these calligraphy and paintings.
After walking into the exhibition hall, Zhang Yang looked at the first exhibit, "The Picture of the Chariot". Tang and Yan Liben looked over and saw a huge purple color above the picture, and spiritual energy poured in like a tsunami.
in his mind.
Zhang Yang's body shook uncontrollably. Pan Hui held Zhang Yang's arm and asked nervously: "Boss, are you okay?"
Zhang Yang held on and said, "It's okay. Please note the time of this scroll and mark it purple on the back."
Pan Hui looked at Zhang Yang in confusion and said, "Why do you remember this?"
"Stop talking nonsense, just remember it if I ask you to." Zhang Yang said with an ugly expression.
While Pan Hui was recording, Zhang Yang was also secretly counting the years. According to the above introduction, this painting was created around 640 AD, which is a full 1,370 years ago. The color is purple.
As for the function of the absorbed spiritual energy, Zhang Yang can't care about it now. He just wants to record it one by one.
What he saw next was "Gao Yi Tu" painted by Dong Qichang of the Ming Dynasty. It should have been created in 1616, almost four hundred years ago, and the color was dark yellow. Next, Zhang Yang looked at the calligraphy and painting one by one.
Soon Zhang Yang was able to determine that the color of antique cultural relics changes over time. Antiques of the same era are almost all the same color. For example, those in the Ming Dynasty are mostly dark yellow, those in the Qing Dynasty are yellow, and those in the Republic of China are light.
Yellow, as for modern things, is the most common white. Zhang Yang has no time to summarize now, so he can only look at the calligraphy and painting mechanically, absorbing the spiritual energy, while letting Pan Hui record the time and color.
Pan Hui was confused, and the strange behavior of the two people also attracted the attention of many people. A young, fashionable and beautiful beauty followed a man like a maid. What was recorded in that pen, from time to time
She also had to support the man. The two of them didn't look like ordinary tourists.
The performance of the two people also attracted the attention of the security guards. They observed the two people for a long time and gave up after finding no other strange behavior. As long as the two people stole things from time to time or broke the idea of destroying cultural relics, love
Whatever you do, do whatever you want! This era is an era where everyone is trying to clear the door. As long as it doesn't endanger yourself, no one cares about you.
Zhang Yang also saw through this, so he took Pan Hui to see these exhibits with great fanfare. No one would understand what he was doing anyway. Even if someone asked, he could shirk that he was taking notes and doing research.
In the later period, they were all calligraphy and paintings from the Qing Dynasty. Zhang Yang looked at a few, but no special colors appeared, so he stopped. As for the spiritual energy, he did not dare to continue absorbing it. He was afraid that his head would be like a balloon.
It exploded with a bang.
"Have you remembered everything?" Zhang Yang said, rubbing his temples.
"Remember it. Boss, are you okay? Your face looks ugly!" Pan Hui said.
Zhang Yang said: "It's okay. Let's go after we finish remembering."
Zhang Yang's original plan was to visit all the designated exhibition halls, but now he doesn't dare. The absorption of spiritual energy is uncontrollable. As long as he uses his powers, the spiritual energy will be like bees smelling honey.
, came flying over him. He could still persist in showing off once or twice, but if it happened more times, he would be a little overwhelmed.
"Boss, where are we going?" Pan Hui asked suspiciously when she saw Zhang Yang walking towards the gate.
"Go home!" Zhang Yang said.
"But we haven't gone anywhere, we haven't even been to Laoduo Palace," Pan Hui said.
"Why don't you go shopping? I just came to look at the antiques. I've seen almost all of them. I'll look at the rest another day." What Zhang Yang is most anxious about now is to get home, look at the things he just recorded, and summarize them.
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Pan Hui said unwillingly: "Boss, isn't that a waste of money? It will be the same when we go back after watching it!"
"Give me the notebook and pen." Zhang Yang stopped and said.
Pan Hui thought Zhang Yang agreed, and happily handed the notebook and pen to Zhang Yang.
After Zhang Yang took it, he said: "Okay, you can go and see it. I have to go back first. After reading it, I will go back by car."
After saying that, Zhang Yang continued to walk towards the door.
Pan Hui stamped her feet angrily, looking reluctantly at the depths of the Forbidden City, what a charming place, then turned around and trotted to catch up with Zhang Yang.
"Don't you want to see it? Why are you back again?" Zhang Yang asked as he walked.
Pan Hui drooped her head and refused to speak. She didn't dare to stay alone. According to his understanding of Zhang Yang, maybe she would stay here to continue visiting the Forbidden City, and when Zhang Yang got home, he would call her and ask her to
Come back to cook. It’s good to keep a ready-made car. She is also a bus and subway, so she is not that stupid.
Seeing that Pan Hui was silent, Zhang Yang ignored her. Except for the Forbidden City, Zhang Yang drove home without stopping. After entering the house, he got into the bedroom, took the things Pan Hui remembered and studied them. He compared the time and looked at the records.
Color, Zhang Yang recorded all these things in the computer, and slowly Zhang Yang found a pattern.
Cultural relics less than a hundred years old are light yellow, cultural relics between 100 and 300 years old are yellow, cultural relics between 300 and 500 years old are dark yellow, and so on, cultural relics between 500 and 700 years old are light red.
The cultural relics from 100 to 900 years are red, the cultural relics from 900 to 1100 years are dark red, the cultural relics from 1100 to 1300 years are lavender, and the cultural relics from 1300 to 1000 years are in lavender.
The cultural relics from 5 years ago are purple, the cultural relics from 1500 to 1700 are dark purple, and the ones above are green.
After reading what he had summarized, Zhang Yang couldn't help laughing anymore. It was just as he had guessed. The color of the antique represented his time from now. Although it could not be accurate to a certain year, this
It's enough.
After coming back, Pan Hui has been sitting in the living room watching TV. What happened today made this woman completely angry. She entered the Forbidden City but was dragged out without seeing anything. This is like going to a shopping mall and you don't even have clothes when you enter.
After looking at a few items, your companion told you that she was fine, and then forced you to leave the mall. Can you feel comfortable? Pan Hui was so angry that she didn't even cook.
Zhang Yang, who was immersed in joy, was awakened from his dream by the ringing of the phone. Seeing the familiar number on it, Zhang Yang hesitated for a while, should he answer it or not? The ringing sound persisted, giving him a feeling that he would not answer it.
It feels like it will keep ringing.
After waiting for a long time, Zhang Yang finally answered the phone. By this time, his joy had calmed down and his voice returned to normal.
"Zhang Yang, why don't you answer the phone? You're still angry." Hong Yaqin's voice came from the other end of the phone.
"Miss Hong, what can I do for you?" Zhang Yang said coldly.
Hong Yaqin's voice paused and said, "Have you eaten? I've made some special dishes. Let's talk while eating, okay?"
"We have nothing more to say." Zhang Yang continued to remain indifferent.
Hong Yaqin smiled bitterly and said: "Okay, I apologize to you for what I said yesterday. Can you come over and let's meet and talk? How about I go over."
"No, I'll go over there." Zhang Yang said.
Hong Yaqin laughed happily and said, "Well, I'll wait for you at the restaurant."
Zhang Yang thought for a moment, walked out of the bedroom, and said regardless of Pan Hui's gloomy expression: "Come with me for dinner."
Pan Hui stood up and walked towards the bedroom.
"What are you going to do?" Zhang Yang said.
"I'll change my clothes!" Pan Hui said angrily.
"No, it looks good in this suit. Hurry up." Zhang Yang's voice became louder, and Pan Hui softened and followed Zhang Yang obediently.
After getting on the elevator, Pan Hui was still muttering: "There is no such thing as caring for people."
"What are you mumbling about? I'll go to Miss Hong's place for dinner later and take a good look at how they cook. I'm looking at you. Why are the women so different?" Zhang Yang said.
Pan Hui was a little unconvinced. Among other things, she had learned cooking skills specially, and no one had ever said that her cooking was not delicious.
Pan Hui soon realized how bad Zhang Yang's character was.
Entering the private restaurant, Pan Hui immediately saw Hong Yaqin's special chef certificate on the wall.
Comparing the food cooked by a nanny with that of a super chef, is there anything more bullying?