Ji Tang

Chapter 135 Dongshan Hand Prick
"You are just a fool! You deserve to suffer!" Pingyang patted Ji Song's shoulder and shook his head.
"I'm leaving too, you go about your business! What do you think I should say to you? Oh! Forget it, let's go!" Pingyang really didn't know what to say to Ji Song, so he could only sigh.

Ji Song was confused when he was told that he shook his head and stopped thinking about it.

Looking at the people who finally left, Ji Song finally relaxed.

If something happened to one of them in their own home, they would not be able to escape even if they jumped into the Yellow River.

"You Ning and I will help your mother clean up, you can tell us!"

Mrs. Zhang pulled the somewhat unhappy You Ning towards the backyard.

Everyone left, leaving behind a mess that they didn't know how long it would take to clean up.

"Take this!" Xie Lian handed something wrapped in brocade to Ji Song, but his expression showed a bit of reluctance.

"What is this?" Ji Song asked curiously.

Xie Lian looked at the package with a complicated expression and said, "Open it and take a look. You should like it."

Seeing that Uncle Xie didn't say anything, Ji Song became even more curious. He untied the outer layer of brocade silk, and what came into view was a simple handbook, which looked a bit old.

Opening the hand tie, I saw it written in handsome handwriting: 'Dongshan Calligraphy Collection! 'Ji Song didn't think there was anything wrong at first glance.

But the more he looked, the more surprised he became. He suddenly raised his head and asked, "Is this Mr. Dongshan's hand prick?"

"Sure enough, I saw the right person. It's the person who was hand-painted by my ancestor." Xie Lian opened his eyes and said with emotion.

Ji Song looked at the thing in his hand. It was clearly as light as nothing, but he felt as heavy as a thousand pounds.

Who is Mr. Dongshan?You may not know this well, but when it comes to Xie An and Xie Anshi who defeated Fu Jian's million-strong army, everyone will know how precious this hand stick is.

Xie An was versatile throughout his life, good at calligraphy and music.He has an elegant and gentle temperament, is fair and decisive in dealing with things, does not monopolize power and seek personal gain, does not take credit for his own arrogance, and has the bearing of a prime minister.

He governed the country with Confucianism and Taoism complementing each other. As a high-ranking scholar, he was able to take into account the overall situation and subordinated the interests of the Xie family to the interests of the Jin Dynasty.Wang Jian called him "the romantic prime minister of Jiangzuo."

It is impossible to cherish the relics of such a legendary figure too much.If everyone knew about those calligraphy, they would go crazy.

"This is too valuable. I can't accept it. Uncle Xie should take it back!" Ji Song handed the bracelet to Xie Lian and said solemnly.

"I told you to just take it. Why is there so much nonsense?" Xie Lian said impatiently.

"Thank you, uncle."

"Look later, if you are still ready to return it to me, I will accept it." Xie Lian smiled mysteriously.

"Oh?"

Ji Song opened the handbook. The handbook didn't look big, but it contained a lot of words.There are some calligraphy posts in the front, including "Jinwen Post", "Shanhu Post", "Zhonglang Post" and other famous calligraphy posts passed down by later generations.

But when Ji Song came to the end, he found that his style had changed drastically and his writing style had become sharper.

"Is this a military lesson?" Ji Song said in surprise.

"What? Do you still want to give it back to me now?" Xie Lian said with a smile.

"This?" Ji Song scratched his head, really reluctant to give up.

If it were just a letter, Ji Song wouldn't be like this.However, Xie An's military strategy experience was something I had never heard of before, and I had never heard that Xie An wrote a military strategy book.

But this hand prick is definitely real, so this military book experience will definitely not be fake.Although the calligraphy writing styles before and after were quite different, he could still tell that it was written by the same person.

"Then my nephew is disrespectful!" Ji Song put his hand in his arms without hesitation.That speed left Xie Lian stunned.

I have seen shameless people, but I have never seen such shameless people.Just now he looked humble and humble, but now he looks like a scoundrel.

"You boy, study hard. I, Mrs. Xie, have always been focused on civil affairs. No one has learned the art of war and strategy. If you leave it here with me, it will only make the treasure dust. If you leave it to you, it will be put to good use. I hope you, boy, can call me The reputation of our ancestors has spread throughout the country, which means that my unscrupulous descendant has not given up to the wrong person." Xie Lian lamented.

Ji Song solemnly said: "Uncle Xie, don't worry, Song will spread Mr. Dongshan's reputation throughout the Tang Dynasty." "Okay! Let's wait and see, Uncle Xie!" Xie Lian seemed very happy, patted Ji Song's shoulder and said with a smile.

After sending Uncle Xie's family away, the entire Haojihou Mansion became completely quiet.

When I returned to the backyard, I saw that the light in my mother's room was still on, so I was ready to go and take a look.

But before he could knock on the door, the door was already opened.

"Hey! Why don't you go to bed yet?" Mother Ji asked curiously.

Ji Song put down his raised hand and said speechlessly: "Isn't it because the light in mother's room is still on? Come and have a look! Where are you going, mother?"

"You have the nerve to ask? Rhubarb is still hungry right now. I'm going to get him some food. He doesn't know how hungry he is right now."

Ji's mother tapped Ji Song's forehead and sighed.

"You're here just in time. Go and untie it quickly. Poor Dahuang has never been tied up before. I wonder if he's used to it?"

After scratching his head, he then remembered that there were many people at home these two days, so he tied him up. He hadn't seen it for two days, and said hurriedly: "Mom, just rest, I'll go take a look!"

After saying that, without waiting for Mother Ji to speak, she ran towards the backyard.

"Hey! Slow down, this kid is not stable at all." Mother Ji said helplessly.

When Ji Song came to the backyard, Dahuang had already heard his footsteps and stood up immediately.

"Woof woof woof! Woo!"

Seeing Dahuang's aggrieved look, Ji Song quickly stepped forward and untied the rope around its neck.

"Woooooo!"

When the rope was untied, Dahuang immediately stuffed the dog's head into Ji Song's arms, with such force that he was knocked over!
"Okay, okay, I've wronged you." He touched Dahuang's head.

He then discovered that Rhubarb had grown again, a section larger than an ordinary dog. He didn't know how it grew, and it looked less and less like a dog.

He got up, patted the dust on his body, and said, "Let's go, let's take you something good to eat. This can be considered an apology, okay?"

"Wow!"

Before Ji Song could say anything, the dead dog bit Ji Song's trouser leg and dragged him toward the kitchen.

This dog has become a sperm!Ji Song had no choice but to let it go.

"Come, let's see what this is?" Ji Song handed a pig thigh to Dahuang.

Its eyes lit up, and it opened its mouth wide and pulled the pig thigh over, took a bite, and seemed to feel embarrassed, then took the pig thigh over again and motioned to Ji Song to eat it together. It really felt like sharing the blessings.

"Okay, you go ahead and eat it. I've already eaten it. Eat it quickly. It'll be cold in a while!"

After repeatedly confirming that its owner was not eating, it began to feast on the food. The food was splashing with oil, which showed that it was very hungry.

"Eat slowly, no one will compete with you!" Ji Song said angrily.

Lao Zheng happened to be inspecting the Hou Mansion when he saw the scene in front of him.

This made his eyes a little moist. He could see that Mr. Hou would only show his true side when facing his wife and Da Huang. Old Zhuangzi said that Mr. Hou had not been very talkative since he was a child. After Rhubarb, I became much more cheerful.

He knew the position of Rhubarb in the heart of the Marquis. He had already told the people in the house not to mess with Rhubarb. As long as Rhubarb didn't bite, they could do whatever they wanted and leave it alone.

Madam is also very kind to Dahuang. If she offends the Marquis at home, she will be scolded and kicked at most.But if you offend Dahuang, it depends on the mood of the Marquis.

He left quietly, really not wanting to disturb the rare scene of the Marquis. The Marquis was carrying the burden of the entire Ji family, so it would be nice to relax.
　Xie An once lived in seclusion in Dongshan, Kuaiji for many years, and took the name Dongshan
　　
　
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