Delong

Chapter 86 Cooking Crane Walk (15)

"Zhang Baishou, please take a look, this is the "Mount Lu Mountain Picture" painted by Wang Canjun during the time of Emperor Baidi..."

"That's right! The pen and ink are simple and elegant, the style is vigorous and lofty, and the momentum is majestic... It is the authentic work of Wang Canjun, and it is the masterpiece of Wang Canjun in his later years. People have always said that Wang Canjun has been with the Bai Emperor for a long time. After settling in Jiangzuo in his later years, he also crossed the boundary of masters and became a great master, and he can tell from this painting today, I am afraid that the rumors are true, otherwise how could there be such a state of unity between man and nature?"

"...Yes, yes, yes!" The old man in charge of the explanation was stunned for a moment, then nodded quickly, but for some reason, Da Dong's forehead began to sweat, and the two middle-aged people holding the painting, including Yu Hen Everyone, including the water, trembled.

"But..." Zhang Xing tilted his head and continued to look at it for a while, then shook his head again and again. "It is reasonable to say that Wang Canjun was originally the origin of the Yixing Wang family, and the inscription on it is also the inscription and postscript of Wang Zuojun after the Nandu Wang family developed in the Southern Tang Dynasty. Well... the value is higher... But why is this painting not in the Wang family, but in yours? ?”

"Yes……"

"Oh, I remembered." Zhang Xing suddenly realized. "When the usurping generation of Jia Jiuxi, the ancestor of your Yu family, was tyrannizing Jiangzuo, after the Wang family lost the military power in Jingkou, in order to protect the family, the so-called 'family capital' was donated... so you came here? This is the same as Isn't what I'm doing right now?"

"..."

"Really?" Zhang Xing was expressionless, unable to question the old man.

"It's... isn't it?" Yu Henshui who was holding the painting was embarrassed, but he was quite filial. "But there are other reasons... Zhang Baishou, please look back."

Zhang Xing immediately turned back.

But the old man was cleared by his nephew to save him, but instead he stomped his feet in the void, with a ferocious expression on his face, looking a dozen steps away, Mr. Zhou Xingfan, who was weighing the silver, was puzzled for a moment.

On the other side, Zhang Xing turned his head, and was already fascinated by it, because a mountain in the distance behind him was actually the same as in the picture.

After looking at it for a while, Zhang Xing tilted his head to look at the picture again:
"So, this Lushan Mountain is not Jiangxi Lushan Mountain, but Jiangdong Lushan Mountain behind your house... No wonder there are no waterfalls, so I can't write poems."

"Yes, yes." The old man nodded quickly. "Ours is also called Lushan...East Lushan."

"Young Master Zhou, is the mountain behind here Mount Lushan?" Zhang Xing suddenly passed the old man surnamed Yu and called Zhou Xingfan who was weighing a large piece of silver.

"This is Maoshan, there are Maoshan for hundreds of miles around!" Zhou Xingfan answered immediately without raising his head, but he soon came to his senses. "Oh, you said these three nearest hills...the nearest one is called Mount Lu because a master from ancient times built a hut on it to practice, but it is seldom called Mount Lu. Instead, it is similar to the nearby Fushan and Zheshan Together they are called the Three Mountains of Danyang."

Zhang Xing nodded, took a deep breath, and then looked at the old man seriously: "Yu Jing is Mr. Yu, right?"

"Hey." The old man also took a deep breath and responded earnestly.

"What about "Floating Mountain Picture" and "Zheshan Mountain Picture"?" Zhang Xing said coldly. "Don't let me find out..."

"Zhang Baishou." The old man struggled hard. "We didn't mean to lie to you... This "Mount Lushan Picture" is just a picture, it's a calligraphy and painting."

"Do you really think I don't know how to do it?" Zhang Xing was speechless. "I'm in Dongdu, and I usually visit Tongtuofang. I'm soaked in the sea of ​​calligraphy, mountains and paintings. I don't know what rules? It's obviously a group picture, a set of pictures, and I have to take it apart to play. If I put it in the east, I will break my leg." Double the money! And do you think I keep it for myself? I will give it away as a gift when I take it back to Dongdu, otherwise how will I explain the fact that I ransacked the house and distributed so much money? Who knows Zhu Shou at that time? What if you want to break my leg?"

"But……"

"I can't, I have to kill someone." President Zhang breathed out. "I didn't want to kill people, especially when we inspected Maoshan and killed a lot of people. I thought you were close, and you should have known about us..."

""Floating Mountain Map" and "Zhe Mountain Map" will be here soon." The old man was helpless. "I really didn't expect that Zhang Baishou was really an expert..."

"Don't fight haha...how can someone steal a house without killing people? Especially if you play tricks with me?" Zhang Xing reminded seriously. "If you don't kill someone, you're breaking your promise?"

The old man finally panicked and hurried to see his nephew.

Yu Henshui immediately let go of the calligraphy and painting, grabbed the corner of Zhang Xing's sleeve, and although his voice was trembling, he still said loudly: "Zhang Baishou made a mistake... The condition we talked about was that only people who resist will kill people. If the things given are wrong, Ten penalty one!"

Zhang Xing suddenly realized: "That said, it seems to be true... quickly bring it!"

The Yu family's uncle and nephew breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately their hearts were pierced.

"Brother Yu." Zhang Xing took the painting and raised his voice to urge him. "We are like close brothers and sisters, so don't worry about it... Besides "Fushan Tu" and "Zheshan Tu", there are ten more paintings and calligraphy. Get them quickly. Don't worry, the money here is almost gone. it is good."

Yu's uncles and nephews looked at each other, and could only bow their heads and walk away, but for some reason, Zhang Xing also sighed, and seemed a little bored-nothing, he knew that the Jiangdong Eight Great Families were soft persimmons, but Never expected to be so weak.

To put it bluntly, Zhang Xing tried every means to force him, but he still had some leeway. In fact, he hoped that the two alchemy masters from the Eight Great Families would grow up, and then remember today's enmity, and use the reputation and strength of the Eight Great Families to His strength has gone against his mother!

Otherwise, wouldn't Zhang Xing have to do his best to clean up Wei's end?

However, the problem is that looking at the urine samples of these southeast aristocratic families, I am afraid that after the copying will be finished, this uncle and nephew of the Yu family can be used as an envoy to go to the Huan family next door, and even the Xie family and Wang family to bother... That's a true 'brotherly' relationship.

With such wild thoughts in his mind, Zhang Xing paced around, and suddenly saw a building from the dismantled courtyard wall, a strange building next to the ancestral hall.

"Where is that going?"

Zhang Xing turned his head to look at another member of the Yu family who was following him.

"Report...Report to Zhang Baishou." The man responded cautiously. "That's the dress hall of my ancestor Chang Qinggong."

Zhang Xing suddenly realized that he had read this story in history books.

Besides, the Yu family was originally an ordinary family in the Central Plains. They were not well-known when they traveled south in the Southern Tang Dynasty, but gradually rose to the top, and finally came to a man named Yu Xian. So much so that he was ridiculed by the contemporaries as Jun Han and Qiu Ba.

However, it was just such a person who rose up to serve as Fang Zhen in Jingzhou, and then gradually overwhelmed everyone downstream, basically becoming the actual controller of Southern Tang.

Then this person began to make frequent northern expeditions to accumulate prestige and achievements in order to suppress the Southern Tang royal family.

In the eight Northern Expeditions, the first seven victories were greater than the last one. By the seventh time, the south of the Dahe River had been leveled, and Jiuxi had been added, which was just one step away from usurping the throne.

But it was during the eighth Northern Expedition that he started with his determination to unify the world and usurp the throne as the emperor. He clearly claimed to throw the whip to cut off the flow, but he was defeated by the few people on the banks of the river, so that he was defeated and hundreds of thousands of Beifu troops were lost. , All the achievements in the Central Plains were lost, and he almost fled back alone.

And for some reason, although Yu Xian still has roots in the east of the Yangtze River, when he came to Wujiang County in the south of Liuhe Mountain on the banks of the Dajiang River, he was no longer willing to go south for half a step. In the end, he almost died of illness at the foot of Liuhe Mountain almost self-determined. His body was moved back to the hometown of Jiangdong, which is just across the river, and it was buried in Liuhe Mountain on the spot.

After this person, the Yu family naturally ranked among the great masters in Jiangdong, but gradually weakened, and there was no more heroism.

Zhang Xing looked at it for a long time with his hands behind his back, thinking about this specious story that he read from this world book, his heart was surging for a while, and he was quite infatuated.

I don't know how long it took, but Mr. Zhou stepped forward and cupped his hands, interrupting the trance in brocade clothes and white ribbons: "Brother Zhang...the silver is weighed and is being divided...the food is still being sorted and loaded, and the meat is being sent to the river. Go to the camp to exchange for military rations, and the rations will be sent to the county government, but is there anything else?"

"Look at the division and pretending." Zhang Xing turned his head and responded indifferently. "Be especially careful about the money distribution. Mrs. Yu has already confessed. If someone really makes trouble, it means that some of these officers are greedy. Therefore, if someone refuses to accept it, you should weigh him face to face. If the weight is clear and you still make trouble, then It was a malicious disturbance, and he was killed directly."

Mr. Zhou felt cold, so he had no choice but to retreat.

And Zhang Xing finally looked at the young Yu family boy who was trembling at last again: "Take the pen and ink, and I will inscribe on the gate of your ancestral house... It is also an elegant thing!"

The children of the Yu family didn't dare to neglect for a moment, they left in a hurry, and came back in a hurry with an inkstone filled with warm ink, and a pen resting on it.

Zhang Xing was not polite, and led the man to the huge lintel, which looked a little funny because the surrounding courtyard walls were demolished. He held the door panel on the side of the opened gate with his legs, and then took the pen and put it in the opponent's hand. The steaming inkstone was dipped in ink, and a pen was written on the door.

But at this moment, in the open space behind the door, there were indeed officers making trouble, and Mr. Zhou was obviously a little flustered, and he didn't dare to make up his mind to kill and purge the team.Zhang Xing was forced to stop writing in the middle of the writing, went over with the pen in his hand, and then drew out the knife, and with a single knife, he took the head of the team general from behind, and the scene returned to normal immediately, but it also scared the Yu family who was holding ink. I dare not raise my head again.

After a while, Yu Henshui, Yu Jingren's uncle and nephew, carrying a pile of calligraphy and paintings, arrived in embarrassment. They bypassed the bloody murder scene and came to the lonely gate of their own house, but they were stunned for a while.

It turned out that a small poem was written on the clean and luxurious door panel:
As an outstanding person,
Death is also a ghost.

So far Si Yuxian,
Refused to cross Jiangdong.

At the same time, that Zhang Baishou was signing the signature—Zhang Xingliu, a soldier in the North.

Rao had lowered his head a long time ago, and the uncle and nephew of the Yu family couldn't help but flush slightly - everyone is a romantic person, how could they not know that the other party was mocking?
"Please both of you, set off overnight and go to Huan's and Xie's residences to give an explanation."

Zhang Xing put down his pen and gave orders with his hands behind his back. "It's still the same rules... Xie's side can only take one-third of the gold and silver for the sake of the alchemy expert who has not returned from a long journey. Wang's rules are the same... But for the sake of fairness, Wang's He and Mrs. Xie are going to destroy all the swallow nests in their house..."

"Swallow's Nest..." Yu Henshui tried hard not to read or recall that little poem, and then pointed out the weirdest thing of course. "Swallow's nest?"

"Yes, Swallow's Nest." Zhang Xing looked at him. "The rules of the Northland, stabbing down the swallow's nest under the eaves means that I want to innovate and be a man... Of course, it is also convenient for me to write a poem in front of their ancestral house... There are two poems, which are the same as this poem , I’m all here, I’m not happy if I don’t write it out. For these two poems, I’ll kill the swallow’s nest too!”

"Definitely convey it." The gray-haired Yu Jingren answered first. "I will definitely convey it... looking forward to Zhang Gong's new work."

In the afternoon, Zhang Xing stood in front of the Yu family's ancestral house at the foot of Donglu Mountain, and he let out a long sigh.

PS: Good night everyone.

(End of this chapter)