Xiliang Iron Cavalry

Jia Rong showed an embarrassing look on his face, and said to Wei Guan who looked forward to it: "It's not that Rong didn't allow it, but that the ancestors entrusted it. This painting is the work of a fairy, and nothing can be lost, so I have always Keep it close to your body. <.. ..>" After finishing speaking, Jia Rong glanced at the vermilion lacquer box on the table from time to time.

Who is Wei Guan? When Jia Rong kept looking at the sword box on the table, he knew that Jia Rong wanted this sword, but Wei Guan didn't want to just hand over his hard-earned ancestral treasure to Jia. Rong, I don't want to miss the ancestral treasure in Jia Rong's hand, standing there constantly thinking about gains and losses.

Jia Rong deliberately said to Wei Guan who was thinking constantly: "Patriarch, if there is nothing wrong, we will go out. Rong has been out of the army for some time, and it is time to go back." In the pocket of the bosom, it is about to go out.

Hearing this, Wei Guan became anxious, as if he had made up his mind, he suddenly grabbed Jia Rong and said, "Zhiyuan, I have something to discuss with you."

Jia Rong pretended to be bewildered and said to Wei Guan, "I wonder if Patriarch Wei has anything else to discuss with Rong?"

Wei Guan didn't care about Jia Rong's pretending to be confused, and secretly said to Jia Rong that his ancestors were with him, and then said to Jia Rong with a smile on his face: "Zhiyuan, you are a general, and it is definitely not appropriate to carry such a treasure with you. If the treasure is damaged, it will be a great sin."

Jia Rong nodded, affirming Wei Guan's statement.

Seeing that Jia Rong agreed with his point of view, Wei Guan continued: "If Zhiyuan entrusts the treasure to me for safekeeping, of course, I will definitely not let Zhiyuan suffer. My family's ancestral sword Zhiyuan has also seen it. The sword is given to heroes, my Wei family has been in business for generations, and keeping the sword at home will only bury it. Today, I will give the ancestral sword to Zhiyuan." After Wei Guan said this, his heart ached.

The joy in Jia Rong's heart, but he still pretended to be pitiful and said: "Patriarch Wei, this is an ancestral fairy, Rong dare not be the master." Jia Rong also imitated Qian Weiguan's tone Said.

Wei Guan cursed in his heart, and he gave him the ancestral sword as a gift. He didn't expect Jia Rong to pretend to be crazy like this. It is also worthwhile to exchange the ancestral sword with him, and he kept begging Jia Rong to give him the fairy painting for safekeeping.

Jia Rong seemed unable to withstand Wei Guan's entreaties, and said: "Okay, okay, since the owner is so sincere, I will hand over the fairy paintings to the owner for safekeeping, but the owner must treat the fairy paintings well."

After finishing speaking, Jia Rong took out the "Fairy Painting" from his bosom, put it in front of him, knelt down on one knee, and said in pain: "It's not that Jia Rong didn't want to live a good life. I hope that you can understand Jia Rong's painstaking efforts, and hope that the ancestors can understand."

Wei Guan comforted Jia Rong and said: "Zhiyuan doesn't have to be so sad, I, Wei Guan, promise to worship the fairy paintings well, Zhiyuan can rest assured."

Jia Rong stood up and solemnly handed the "Fairy Painting" to Wei Guan, who also took it with respectful hands.

Wei Guan, who got the fairy painting, said to Jia Rong with a face of joy: "Zhiyuan, you see, it's not convenient for me to get you the sword at this time. You can take it yourself, but remember to treat it well and don't bury it. Sword."

Jia Rong happily ran to the vermilion lacquer box, took out the sword, stroked it repeatedly, his expression was no different from that of Wei Guan before.

It’s just that Jia Rong’s next sentence made Wei Guan almost faint. Jia Rong stroked the sword and said, “Patriarch Wei, I put the fairy painting with you, and I will bring it back when I think I have the ability to protect it.” Walk."

Hearing these words, Wei Guan almost fainted, feeling that he handed over the ancestral sword to Jia Rong, but he only temporarily put the fairy painting here. Jia Rong said this, which made Wei Guan realize The value of this "immortal painting", Wei Guansheng was afraid that if he disagreed with Jia Rong, he would regret it, so he said immediately: "Definitely, definitely."

Looking at Wei Guan's worried expression, Jia Rong burst out laughing. He bought this Qingzhi sword with ten yuan. What's more interesting is that the ten yuan has not been spent yet, but is temporarily kept in Weiguan. If you pour it there, you will make a lot of money by yourself. The more businesses like this, the better, Jia Rong thought viciously.

Jia Rong can only talk in his heart, he must not let Wei Guan know his inner thoughts, or he will not kill himself.

Wei Guan respectfully put the ten yuan RMB in a wooden box he found from nowhere, and then bowed devoutly to the wooden box. Looking at the exquisitely crafted wooden box, he looked at the pious Jia Rong couldn't help sighing in his heart.

After leaving the dark room, Jia Rong wore the Qingzhi Sword on his body, since he usually lacked a saber.

Wei Guan took Jia Rong all the way to the main hall, and kept saying good things to Jia Rong on the way. Jia Rong just nodded his head and didn't express any opinions, because Jia Rong was afraid that he could not help but laugh when he spoke. laugh.

After coming to the main hall to sit down, Wei Guan was still worried, and ordered his subordinates to bring a hundred taels of gold immediately and present it to Jia Rong.

Jia Rong naturally disagreed, Jia Rong didn't care about these external things, and he didn't want to accept Wei Guan's gift. He was already very "ashamed" after taking his sword.

Wei Guan thought that Jia Rong would accept his belongings, so he would not think about the fairy painting for the time being, so he just gave Jia Rong the gold.

Seeing Wei Guan's sincerity, Jia Rong accepted the gold without further delay.

Although five baht coins were commonly used at that time, the upper-class people still used gold for transactions. One tael of gold was equal to ten guan, while a tael of gold was equal to one thousand renminbi, which meant that they had 100 million renminbi.

At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Emperor Han loved money so much that he had a clear price tag on his positions, so he would definitely be able to buy a lot of officials with his hundred taels of gold.

Jia Rong calculated the detailed account and his eyes immediately became straight. His ten yuan was really valuable. It instantly made him a millionaire, and he was secretly delighted.

One hundred taels of gold is just over six catties (15 taels a catty in ancient times), and it is not too heavy to carry.

Now that the sword is in hand and a hundred taels of gold has been obtained for nothing, Jia Rong got up and said to Wei Guan, "Patriarch, it's getting late, I should go back, but I don't know why this time. we can meet each other sometime.”

When Wei Guan heard that Jia Rong was going to leave, he was very happy, thinking that you had finally left, he said with regret, "Zhiyuan, why don't you rest for a few more days."

Seeing Wei Guan's hypocritical expression, Jia Rong felt a chill, and hurriedly declined, "It's still not possible, there are still things in the army, so we can't delay."

Wei Guan said to the maid at the door: "Go and call Madam and Third Miss."

After a while, Jia Rong got up and walked out the door talking and laughing with Wei Guan and his party.

Mrs. Wei repeatedly asked her to stay for a few more days, and Wei Fu also insisted on letting Jia Rong stay at home for a few more days. She didn't see Wei Guan continue to wink at the two of them. He shirked Mrs. Wei on the grounds that the matter needed to be dealt with.

After Jia Rong bid farewell to Wei Guan, Mrs. Wei, and Wei Fu, he walked towards the military camp outside the city.

Looking at Jia Rong who had gone away, Wei Guan finally burst out laughing. After holding back for so long, he couldn't hold back the joy in his heart when he thought of getting the precious fairy painting.

Mrs. Wei asked the laughing Wei Guan, "What makes you so happy?"

Wei Guan said with a serious face: "Don't say it, don't say it!" After finishing speaking, he hurried to the mansion, and the destination was naturally the dark room.

Wei Fu just kept looking at Jia Rong's figure that was fading away quietly, until Mrs. Wei woke her up, and she realized it with a flushed face, and then ran towards the mansion with her head down.

Mrs. Wei couldn't help but said: "What's going on here." After speaking, she also walked towards the mansion.

Excited, Jia Rong didn't even notice Wei Fu staring blankly at her expression when she left. At that time, Jia Rong was thinking about how to get out of here quickly.

At this moment, Jia Rong was attracted by a street stall, because it was a jewelry stall, thinking that he would go back to Lijia Village soon, and he would definitely bring something for Xiu'er.

Jia Rong stepped forward to watch carefully, and the jewelry seller said to Jia Rong enthusiastically, "Master, do you want to buy jewelry?"

Jia Rong nodded, and said with a rare blushing, "I want to buy a piece of jewelry for my wife, and you can recommend some better ones."

The woman was very happy when she heard it. It was rare to meet such a buyer who kept introducing her jewelry to Jia Rong. Of course, the ones she introduced were all expensive ones. Jia Rong didn’t usually spend much on his military salary. After a while, he picked out an emerald green bracelet, paid the money, put the bracelet away, and happily walked out of the city.

On the way to the barracks, Jia Rong was so happy that he almost jumped up. He looked at the green sword he was wearing, and the more he looked at it, the happier he was.

The Qingzhi sword is about 93 centimeters long, and the blade is about [-] centimeters. It is light and heavy. It is a rare sword among ancient swords. The scabbard of the Qingzhi sword is very simple. It is a peerless sword, simple yet concealed sharpness, the more Jia Rong looks at it, the more he likes it.

As if to test whether the Qingzhi sword was as it was said in history, Jia Rong drew his sword and cut it at a small tree with a thick arm; the small tree failed to block the sharpness of the Qingzhi sword and was cut into two sections.

Looking at Xiaoshu's neat "wound", Jia Rong praised Qingzhi sword, but felt pain in his heart. He was afraid that Qingzhi sword would be damaged, so he carefully put it into the scabbard after repeated inspections.

People are in good spirits on happy occasions. After returning to the barracks, Jia Rong warmly greeted everyone he saw.

Back in the big tent, I found a person sitting in the seat where I usually deal with military affairs.

After seeing the person's face clearly, Jia Rong suddenly laughed and said, "Brother, why did you come to my place to help me with military affairs?"

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