"Zhang Baishou, please take a look. This is the "Picture of Mount Lu" by Wang Canjun during the Bai Emperor's time..."
"Not bad! The pen and ink are simple and elegant, the style is vigorous and broad, and the momentum is majestic... It is Wang Canjun's authentic work, and it is the masterpiece of Wang Canjun in his later years. People have always said that Wang Canjun has been with the White Emperor for a long time. Although he has not become a god, he has become a dragon. In his later years, when he settled in Jiangzuo, he also crossed the line between masters and became a great master. You can tell by looking at this painting today. I'm afraid the rumors are true, otherwise how could the unity of heaven and man come about?"
"...Yes, yes, yes!" The old man in charge of explaining was stunned for a moment, and then nodded quickly. However, for some reason, his forehead began to sweat in the winter, and the two middle-aged people holding the painting, including Yu Hen Everyone in the water shivered.
"But..." Zhang Xing tilted his head and continued to look for a while, then shook his head repeatedly. "It stands to reason that Wang Canjun is the descendant of the Wang family in Yixing. The inscription on this is also the inscription and postscript of Wang Zuojun after the Wang family developed in Nandu in the Southern Tang Dynasty. Hmm... the value is higher... But why is this painting not in the Wang family but in your family? ?”
"yes……"
"Oh, I remembered." Zhang Xing suddenly woke up. "When your ancestors of the Yu family and the traitor Jiuxi were suppressing Jiangzuo, the Wang family, in order to preserve the family after losing military power in Jingkou, so-called donated their 'family assets'... so they came here, right? This is the same as Isn’t what I’m doing now similar?”
"..."
"Really?" Zhang Xing's face was expressionless and he didn't have time to ask the old man further questions.
"Yes...isn't it?" Yu Henshui, who was holding the painting, responded with embarrassment, but he was quite filial. "But there are other reasons... Zhang Baishou, please look back."
Zhang Xing immediately turned back. .
But the old man clearly got rescued by his nephew, but instead he stamped his feet in front of his nephew with a ferocious expression. Looking at him more than ten steps away, Mr. Zhou Xingfan, who was weighing the silver, was puzzled for a moment.
On the other side, Zhang Xing turned around and was fascinated by the sight, because the mountain in the distance behind him was exactly the same as the one on the picture.
After looking at it for a while, Zhang Xing tilted his head and looked at the picture again:
"So, this Lushan Mountain is not Jiangxi Lushan Mountain, but Jiangdong Lushan Mountain behind your house... No wonder there is no waterfall, which makes me unable to write poems."
"Yes, yes." The old man nodded quickly. "Our place is also called Lushan... Donglushan."
"Master Zhou, is this mountain behind here Lushan Mountain?" Zhang Xing suddenly called over the old man surnamed Yu to Zhou Xingfan who was weighing silver in large blocks.
"This is Maoshan. There are Maoshan mountains for hundreds of miles around!" Zhou Xingfan answered immediately without raising his head, but he quickly realized. "Oh, you're talking about the three nearest hills... The nearest one is called Lushan Mountain because a master from ancient times built a hut on it for cultivation. However, it is rarely called Lushan Mountain. Instead, it is named after Fushan Mountain and Zheshan Mountain next to it. Together they are known as the Three Mountains of Danyang."
Zhang Xing nodded, took a deep breath, and then looked at the old man seriously: "Yu Jingren is Yu Gong, right?"
"Hey." The old man also took a deep breath and responded earnestly.
"What about "Fushan Picture" and "Zheshan Picture"?" Zhang Xing said coldly. "Don't let me search it out..."
"Zhang Baishou." The old man struggled hard. "We don't mean to deceive you...this "Picture of Mount Lu" is just a picture, a calligraphy and painting."
"Do you really think I don't know how to do it?" Zhang Xing was speechless. "When I was in Dongdu, I visited Tongtuofang every day and was immersed in the sea of books, mountains and paintings. What rules did I not understand? It was obviously a set of pictures, but I had to take them apart to play with them. If I put them in the east, my legs would be broken. Pay double the amount of money! And do you think I keep it for myself? I will give gifts when I take it back to Dongdu. Otherwise, how can I explain that I gained so much money by confiscating the house? Who knows Zhu Shou then? I’m unhappy, what should I do if I break my legs?”
"But……"
"It's no longer possible, we have to kill people." President Zhang exhaled. "I didn't want to kill anyone, especially since we were patrolling behind here and killed many people in Maoshan. I thought you were close and should have known about us..."
"The "Fushan Picture" and "Zheshan Picture" will be here soon." The old man was helpless. "I really didn't expect that Zhang Baishou is such an expert..."
"Don't fight haha... How can you confiscate your home without killing people? Especially if you are playing tricks on me?" Zhang Xing reminded seriously. "If you don't kill someone, wouldn't you be breaking your promise?"
The old man finally panicked and hurried to see his cousin.
Yu Henshui immediately let go of the calligraphy and painting, grabbed the corner of Zhang Xing's sleeve, and although his tone was trembling, he still said resoundingly: "Zhang Baishou remembered it wrong... The condition we negotiated was that only those who resist will be killed. If the thing given is wrong, One penalty out of ten!”
Zhang Xing suddenly realized: "It sounds like it is true... bring it over quickly!"
Yu's uncle and nephew breathed a sigh of relief, but immediately felt heartbroken.
"Brother Yu." Zhang Xing took the painting and urged him in a loud voice. "We are like close brothers, so let's not get into trouble... In addition to "Fushan Picture" and "Zheshan Picture", there are ten paintings and calligraphy. Get them quickly. Don't worry, the money here is almost gone. You haven't done it yet. good."
Yu's uncle and nephew looked at each other and could only bow their heads and leave. For some reason, Zhang Xing also sighed and seemed a little bored - otherwise, he knew that the eight Jiangdong families were soft persimmons, but I never expected to be so weak.
To put it bluntly, Zhang Xing forced him in every possible way, but left a fundamental leeway. In fact, he hoped that the two masters of condensing pills from the Eight Families would grow up, and then remember today's revenge and use the reputation and reputation of the Eight Families. He has the strength to rebel against his mother!
Otherwise, how could he, Zhang Xing, do his best to clean up the Wei Dynasty?
However, the problem is, looking at the urine (sui) of these Southeast family members, I am afraid that if the copying is finished later, the uncle and nephew of the Yu family can be used as an envoy to bother the Huan family next door, or even the Xie family and Wang family. ... They have a real 'brotherly' relationship.
With such random thoughts in his mind, Zhang Xing walked around and suddenly saw a building from the dismantled courtyard wall, a strange and lonely building next to the ancestral hall.
"Where is that going?"
Zhang Xing turned around to look at another disciple of the Yu family who was following him.
"Report...report to Zhang Baishou." The man responded cautiously. "That is the attire of my ancestor, Duke Changqing."
Zhang Xing suddenly realized that he had read this story in a history book.
Let’s say that the Yu family was originally an ordinary county noble family in the Central Plains. They were not well-known when they traveled south in the Southern Tang Dynasty. However, they gradually rose to prominence and finally reached a person named Yu Xian. This person was obviously from a prominent family, but he often wore armor and fought in the military. , so that he was ridiculed as a military man and Qiu Ba by his contemporaries.
However, it was just such a person who rose up to power. He first took up the post of Fangzhen in Jingzhou, and then gradually conquered everyone downstream, and basically became the actual controller of the Southern Tang Dynasty.
Then this person began to make frequent northern expeditions to accumulate prestige and achievements in order to suppress the Southern Tang royal family.
During the eight Northern Expeditions, the first seven were more successful than the last. By the seventh time, the south of the river had been wiped out, and with nine additions, we were only one step away from usurping the throne.
But during the Eighth Northern Expedition, which he launched with his determination to unify the world and usurp the throne as emperor, he claimed to have cut off the flow by throwing a whip, but he was defeated by a small number on the banks of the river, resulting in a complete defeat and the loss of hundreds of thousands of Beifu troops. , all achievements in the Central Plains were lost, and he almost fled back alone.
And for some unknown reason, although Yu Xian still had roots in Jiangdong, when he came to Wujiang County south of Liuhe Mountain on the bank of the river, he was no longer willing to return south. In the end, he died of illness at the foot of Liuhe Mountain, almost as if he committed suicide, and ordered his descendants not to return home. His body was moved back to his hometown in Jiangdong, just across the river, and buried on the spot in Liuhe Mountain.
After this person, the Yu family naturally ranked among the great masters in Jiangdong, but it gradually weakened and no longer had any heroic spirit.
Zhang Xing looked at it for a long time with his hands behind his hands, thinking about this paradoxical story he had read in the book of this world. For a moment, his heart was filled with excitement and he was quite crazy.
I don’t know how long it took, but Mr. Zhou stepped forward and held his hand, interrupting the trance of the man in rich clothes and white ribbons: "Brother Zhang... the silver has been weighed and is being distributed... the grain is still being sorted and loaded into trucks, and the meat is being sent to the river. Go to the camp to exchange for military rations and send the rations to the county government, but is there anything else?"
"Let's see how they are divided and pretended." Zhang Xing turned around and responded indifferently. "Be especially careful when it comes to dividing the money. Mr. Yu has admitted his defeat. If someone really makes trouble, it is because some of these officers are greedy. Therefore, if anyone is dissatisfied, you should weigh him in person. If he still makes trouble after the weighing, then He is causing trouble with malicious intent, so I will kill him directly.”
Mr. Zhou felt a chill in his heart and could only retreat.
And Zhang Xing finally looked at the young Yu family member who was trembling at the end again: "Bring me a pen and ink, and I'll write something on the door of your ancestral house... It's considered an elegant thing!"
The disciples of the Yu family did not dare to neglect for a moment and hurried away, then hurriedly came back holding an inkstone filled with warm ink and a pen on top.
Zhang Xing was not polite, and led the man to the lintel of the large gate, which looked a little funny because the surrounding courtyard walls had been demolished. He used his legs to hold up one side of the open gate, then took the pen and put it in the opponent's hand. The steaming inkstone was dipped in ink, and he wrote on the door with a pen.
But at this moment, in the open space behind the door, there were indeed officers making trouble, but Mr. Zhou was obviously in a panic and did not dare to make up his mind to kill people and clean up the team. Zhang Xing was forced to stop writing in the middle of writing, carry the pen over, and then pull out the knife. With just one blow, he killed the team member from behind. The scene immediately returned to normal, but it also frightened the Yu family disciple who was holding the ink. I didn't dare to raise my head again.
A moment later, Yu Henshui, Yu Jingren's uncle and nephew arrived in embarrassment, carrying a pile of calligraphy and paintings. They bypassed the blood-soaked murder scene and arrived at the lonely front door of their home, but were stunned for a moment.
It turned out that someone had written a small poem on the clean and luxurious door panel:
Born to be a great person,
Death is also a ghost hero.
I still think about Yuxian,
Reluctant to cross Jiangdong.
At the same time, that Zhang Baishou was signing his signature—Northland soldier Zhang Xingliu.
Even though they had lowered their heads a long time ago, the Yu family's uncle and nephew couldn't help but blush slightly - we are all elegant and elegant people, how could we not know that the other party was mocking?
"Excuse me, you two. We'll set off overnight and go to Huan's and Xie's houses respectively to give explanations."
Zhang Xing put down his pen and gave instructions with his hands behind his back. "It's still the same rules... The Xie family can only take one-third of the gold and silver for the sake of the face of the elixir condensation master who has not returned from a long journey. The Wang family has the same rules... But for the sake of fairness, the Wang family Mr. Xie wants to destroy all the swallows' nests in his house..."
"Swallow's Nest..." Yu Henshui tried hard not to read or recall the little poem, and then naturally pointed out the weirdest thing. "Swallow's nest?"
"Yes, Swallow's Nest." Zhang Xing said scornfully. "It is a custom in the north to break down the swallow's nests under the eaves to show that you want to reform your life... Of course, it also means that it is convenient for me to write a poem in front of their healthy ancestral home... There are two lines of poems, just like this poem, They are all here, I won’t be happy if I don’t write it out. For these two lines of poems, I will poke out the swallow’s nest for me!”
"I'll definitely convey it." The gray-haired Yu Jingren was the first to answer. "I will definitely convey this... I look forward to Mr. Zhang's new work."
In the afternoon, Zhang Xing stood in front of the Yu family's ancestral home at the foot of Donglu Mountain and let out a long sigh.
ps: Good night everyone.
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