Chapter 109: The Wang family comes to vote (2)
But he is also a local neighbor, so he does give him a nephew's share.
So after saluting, he said politely: "Bo Weng has received the award. My nephew is so ashamed that he dares not accept it."
Wang Wenxiu looked at Zhao Ping carefully, and the more he looked at it, the happier he became.
He laughed loudly and said: "Ping'er defeated the horse bandits in Tonggu Mountain and returned Changyuan County to a clean land."
He nodded and praised him endlessly: "Ping'er Yunwen Yunwu, besides, he also studies objects and can make weapons."
After complimenting him, he apologized to Zhao Ping for Wang Wenfu's incident.
This matter occurred in Wangjiazhuang, and as the patriarch, he must express his attitude.
"In order to congratulate Ping'er on conquering the Tonggu Mountain fortress, I sent you a small gift, and I hope Ping'er will accept it."
With that, he opened a painting with his butler.
Zhao Ping took a closer look and found that it turned out to be Wang Wei's "Poetry in Painting".
There is also a poem by Wang Wei on it, "Looking at the mountains from a distance, they are colorful, and listening to the water is silent. Spring has gone, the flowers are still there, and the birds are not surprised when people come."
There is also Wang Wei's personal seal in the lower corner.
It was obviously written by Wang Wei himself and is of extremely high value. It can be said to be worth hundreds of millions in later generations.
Zhao Ping was shocked, waving his hands around, stepping back continuously and saying: "Bowen, this gift is too heavy, my nephew cannot accept it."
For such a great gift, I believe that those who value it must be asked for it again.
As expected, Wang Wenxiu laughed loudly as he was worthy of being called an old fox.
Then he rolled up "Poetry in Painting" with his own hands and forced it into Zhao Ping's hand.
He said happily: "Pinks are given to beauties, and BMWs are given to heroes. My talent is given to me by nature, and I am indeed the one who deserves the best."
He also solemnly stated: "Don't worry, this is an authentic work and is passed down from the ancestors of my Wang family."
Zhao Ping didn't dare even more. He handed his hands back to Wang Wenxiu and said with a blushing face: "Bowen, since it is an ancestral thing, how can you give it away?"
Wang Wenxiu pretended to be furious and said: "There is no reason to take it back after giving it away. Let's do this. I heard that Ping'er also likes portraits and makes portraits lifelike."
Wang Wenxiu looked at Zhao Ping and Jiu Niang with a smile on his face.
"I and Nineteenth Niang particularly like portraits. Ping'er might as well draw one for me and Nineteenth Niang each."
Why is there no Wang Zihe? He is my classmate. Zhao Ping is puzzled.
But Wang Wenxiu is an elder and a neighbor, and this must be respected.
Zhao Ping took it respectfully and bowed to "Poetry in Painting" first. Famous paintings must be respected.
Then he saluted Wang Wenxiu again and said: "My nephew has met Bo Weng. It turns out that Bo Weng is a descendant of the five surnames and seven clans. It's disrespectful, disrespectful!"
Wang Wenxiu laughed loudly and said, "Isn't the Zhao family in Zhaojiazhuang five surnames and seven clans?"
Zhao Ping didn't know whether he had the surname Zhao among the five surnames.
This is not important. The important thing is that he actually thought wrong.
Zhao Ping actually hated the Five Surnames and Seven Sects very much.
If they hadn't monopolized the channels for cultural and talent advancement, how could the Jin Dynasty become inferior to the Wei Kingdom in the Three Kingdoms?
During the Three Kingdoms period, Cao Cao suppressed the barbarians and beat them until the barbarians cried for their fathers and cried for their mothers. They could only bow their heads and beg for mercy.
Unexpectedly, after the unification of the Three Kingdoms, the Jin Dynasty would be suppressed and beaten by the barbarians.
Chang'an was abandoned, Luoyang was abandoned, the Central Plains was abandoned, and the territory north of the Yangtze River was almost abandoned.
The population has been greatly reduced, with the number of Han people reduced from 50 million at its peak to less than one million.
Where have the Han people gone? They have become two-legged sheep in the eyes of the Hu people.
Not to mention the fact that the Wang family hijacked the emperor and fled south for their own personal gain, how could the historical tragedy of the Five Husbands disrupting China occur?
Moreover, although Wang Wei was good at poetry and painting, his character was not very good. He actually fell into trouble for An Lushan.
But the matter in front of me obviously cannot be shied away from, and it must be completed under the watchful eyes of my mother.
After Zhao Ping said he obeyed the order, he had to use charcoal to draw portraits of Wang Wenxiu and Wang Jiuniang.
An hour later, the portraits of Wang Wenxiu and Wang Jiuniang came out one after another.
The portraits of the two people are very realistic, but their temperament performance is not satisfactory.
Because Wang Wenxiu's elegance and Wang Jiuniang's liveliness were not well expressed.
Zhao Ping felt ashamed and handed the portrait to Wang Wenxiu respectfully, and said embarrassedly: "My nephew's writing power is limited, so I let Bo Wen laugh and be generous."
For Wang Jiuniang, a stranger, Zhao Ping wanted to give the portrait to Wang Wenxiu.
Wang Wenxiu looked at Zhao Ping, then at Wang Jiu Niang, couldn't help stroking his beard and smiling and said: "We are all neighbors and we are young, so we just want to communicate together."
After laughing, he said: "Ping'er, you should hand it to Nineteenth Mother in person."
Zhao Ping had no choice but to hand it over to Wang Jiniang with a blushing face.
Wang Jiuniang rolled her eyes at him, then took the portrait and looked at it carefully.
She was most happy and said: "The painting is not bad, the slave family accepted it."
Wang Wenxiu became more and more delighted as he watched. Then the topic changed and there was a flurry of talk from all over the world.
He finally looked at Zhaojiazhuang and Wangjiazhuang, and couldn't help but sigh and said: "Ping'er, the drought last year and this year reduced the grain production by at least 50,000 yuan. Now there are no tenants to plant in the fields, and the family can hardly open the pot."
Having said this, Wang Wenxiu couldn't help but sigh.
"There are more than a few hundred people in this group. I don't think about food or tea. I don't sleep well and my hair is very gray."
State his purpose naturally.
"Ping'er, can you think of a way for me?"
Sure enough there is a reason.
Zhao Ping thought to himself that he really did not go to the Three Treasures Hall for any reason, and he vaguely stated the reason: he was the reason why they lost a lot of tenants.
The tenants did not let him farm the land, but came to Zhaojiazhuang to work. The weather was also a more important reason.
Okay, my nephew admits this.
Who told me that your son and I are classmates, and I also owe him a favor.
After pondering for a while, he asked a question: "Bo Weng, is there still a future for farming?"
Wang Wenxiu looked at Zhaojiazhuang and fled to Wangjiazhuang.
He couldn't help but think deeply.
It turns out that Zhaojiazhuang is far from being a match for Wangjiazhuang in all aspects. However, now Wangjiazhuang is still treading water, even facing drought, showing signs of decline.
But Zhaojiazhuang lags far behind the former in terms of education, military, economy, architecture, population, and influence.
Wang Wenxiu has been in a family of farming and studying all his life. Is the magic weapon left by his ancestors about to be lost?
what to do?
On the one hand, Wang Wenfu is pressing harder and harder, stalking him to hand over his position as clan leader.
On the one hand, the decline of Wangjiazhuang has become a foregone conclusion.
But if you still hold on to the ancestral precepts of your ancestors, it will be a matter of time before the Wang family declines in your own hands.
Thinking of this, he gritted his teeth resolutely and said, "Ping'er, I'd like to hear the details."
Zhao Ping observed his changing expression, saw that his eyes had finally settled down, and knew that he had finally made up his mind.
So he used charcoal to draw a sketch of a foot-operated three-count loom on paper and said, "There are three yarns here, which can be spun at the same time. But currently in Lin'an, I heard that only one yarn can be used per person."
Wang Wenxiu opened his eyes wide, looked at it again and again, and asked with some confusion: "Ping'er, I wonder if there is a real thing? Can you see the effect?"
Zhao Ping saw the puzzled expressions on his mother's and everyone else's faces, and said, "We can see the effect, but it will take ten days."
Wang Wenxiu couldn't help but be overjoyed, patted Zhao Ping's shoulder affectionately, nodded and said, "Okay, Ping'er, I'll come to visit you again in ten days."
Then he looked at Zhao Ping carefully, his eyes were full of appreciation, and he said to Zhao Ping: "Ping'er, alas, it's all my fault that I am incompetent, and the family can't uncover the pot."
He looked at the most beautiful lady in Wangjiazhuang with some reluctance. After all, she was his favorite legitimate daughter.
He looked at Zhao Ping and Jiu Niang again and again, and finally sighed.
"Nineteenth Mother, I can't let her go hungry, so I have to let her be fostered in your home."
Zhao Ping was shocked. No wonder he felt that something was wrong with Wang Wenxiu's words. It turned out that this was his intention.
Cuizhu and Qiu Shuang also changed their expressions.
Wang Jiuniang rushed towards Wang Wenxiu and cried loudly: "Daddy, daddy, I want to go back with you. I can't live without my father, and I can't live without my mother."
As she said this, she desperately looked up at Wang Wenxiu, crying and wanting to follow him back.
After all, they were his own flesh and blood, but from the bottom of his heart he still couldn't bear to part with him.
Wang Wenxiu almost burst into tears, but he finally patted Wang Jiuniang on the shoulder.
He tried his best to smile and said: "Nineteenth mother-in-law, dad is also doing your best."
She desperately held Wang Wenxiu's arm and looked at him with tears in her eyes.
Seeing his sister's extremely sad look, Wang Ziyi also stepped forward and pulled Wang Wenxiu's sleeve, with a pleading look in his eyes.
He also glanced at Zhao Ping with hatred in his eyes.
Zhao Ping couldn't help but be surprised. After all, the two of them were still classmates.
He stepped forward and saluted the prince and said, "Thank you for sending the letter regarding the lawsuit."
Although he did not sign it, Zhao Ping knew that it was him who sent it, which provided a key basis for Zhao Ping to win the lawsuit.
Of course Zhao Ping was grateful to him.
Otherwise, based on what Wang Wenfu did, Zhao Ping would simply ignore Wang Wenxiu.
The prince was noncommittal and asked calmly: "Then why do you do this to my sister? I only have one biological sister like this."
It turns out that this person is a maniac about loving his sister, but he still feels like a legitimate concubine in his heart.
After all, this is ancient times, and there is one heaven and one underground.
But I don't have this concept. From now on, no matter my concubines, they are my own flesh and blood, connected by flesh and blood.
I wonder if I will be able to withstand those sour and foul-mouthed literati after I have children.
After all, they have the say.
Wang Wenxiu looked at Wang Ziyi and then at Wang Jiuniang.
He suddenly flicked his sleeves and said, "Nineteenth Mother, daddy is doing it for your own good. You will understand in the future."
Wang Jiuniang held on to her sleeve tightly, crying and saying, "I don't care, I only want my father, and I only want my mother."
Wang Wenxiu sighed and shouted loudly: "Nanny."
The young woman of about thirty years of age immediately stepped forward, first whispered to Wang Jiuniang, and then pointed at Zhao Ping.
Wang Jiuniang glanced at Zhao Ping bitterly.
The wet nurse took the opportunity to pull Wang Nineteenth's hand away, and Wang Nineteenth rushed towards Wang Wenxiu again.
But the wet nurse held her tightly and she had no choice but to cry loudly.
Crying, she suddenly ran to Zhao Ping.
Everyone couldn't help but be confused and shocked.
Is it a lie that this little lady was reluctant to leave her father just now?
