Wang Ke, Qin Hu and Liu Liyong, three key members who were sent for training, returned triumphantly from Inner Mongolia and caused a great sensation in the regiment headquarters. Although it only ranked second, as an infantry regiment, it is very difficult to obtain this honor.
The chief of staff of the regiment held a small tea party for the three of them, and he praised the three of them without hesitation. Then he arranged for the duty room of the headquarters to call each company and ask the company leader to personally pick up these three tired backbones.
On the second day after returning to the company, Qin Hu was adjusted to the squad leader, while Liu Liyong directly acted as the platoon leader.
Wang Ke returned to the company and returned to the reconnaissance squad. Platoon leader Yan Jiao has never recovered from his mood, and old squad leader Huang Zhonghe is about to retire. The actual work in the platoon is handled by Xiao Gao Zai from the telephone shift.
Wang Ke returned to the platoon, and Xiao Gao, the squad leader on the phone, let out a long sigh. "Reconnaissance squad leader, you're back. From now on, you can take on more of the platoon's work. I'm a small person, so I can't handle it!"
Wang Ke knew what the phone monitor Xiao Gao meant, so he didn't argue too much. After dinner, Wang Ke was going to ask for leave from the platoon leader to visit. Because until now, he had not had time to see Deputy Company Commander Lu Zeran and several platoon commanders. Especially the second platoon leader Hu Zhijun, after he came back last time, he agreed to take time off to accompany him to Liulichang, Kyoto, to see if the three fragments of the authentic piece of the calligraphy sage Wang Xizhi's pieced together could be sold for a good price?
As soon as he heard that Wang Ke was going to ask for leave, platoon leader Yanjiao got up from his bed. When Wang Ke came back in the afternoon, he went to a nearby village to find someone to help him pack a box. When he came back, the company went to have dinner again, so now he and Wang Ke officially met.
"Reconnaissance squad leader, you are not honest. When you come back this afternoon, your butt is still hot from sitting, and you want to run out when you see me. This is not allowed."
Wang Ke smiled and said, "Platoon leader, we haven't seen each other for more than a month. It's not your character to quarrel when we meet." The last time the two of them were at the observation point, they encountered a car rolling down the mountain. Wang Ke did not put the blame on platoon leader Yan Jiao. On the contrary, he took the initiative to say a lot of good things for substitute platoon leader Yan Jiao. Yan Jiao knew this well, and he said, "Actually, I really have something to do with you tonight."
"What's the matter?" Seeing the serious look on Platoon Leader Yan Jiao's face, Wang Ke didn't want to joke with him anymore.
"What you told me last time, about finding the authentic relics of Wang Xizhi, is it true or not? I told my grandfather about this. He asked me to ask you if you have any photos, and if we can meet you soon. ?”
"Hey, if your grandpa really wants to buy it, I will definitely help you find it."
"Then how confident are you? Is there any room for negotiation on this price?" Yan Jiao was overjoyed when he heard this.
"The certainty is 99%, and the price can be negotiated. But we are not talking about it, nor are we talking with your grandfather. We hope to go to Liulichang in Kyoto together. I heard that there is an antique shop there. What is Baozhai? Please ask an expert to price it. We’ll talk about it later. If the asking price is high, we can lower it; if the asking price is low, we can raise it.”
"Reconnaissance squad leader, that's Fubaozhai, but why do you look like a vegetable seller? You're asking for a lot of money!" Platoon leader Yanjiao said immediately.
"Oh, platoon leader, I ask for a lot of money, but you pay me back on the spot! We are both good, hehehehe!"
"Then when will you take leave to go to Kyoto?"
"So you have to grant me this leave tonight, and I will help you get in touch right away."
"Don't be ridiculous, can such a valuable thing be placed in our group?"
"Then don't worry about it. Let's talk about this fake first. Will you approve it or not?"
"Batch, batch, batch, are two hours enough for you? Come back before lights out, each class will have a class meeting."
"Yes, thank you platoon leader."
Wang Ke saluted platoon leader Yanjiao with a military salute, turned around and left the command platoon.
The company's affairs were not important. What the second platoon leader Hu Zhijun wanted to do now became a top priority.
As soon as they saw the second platoon leader Hu Zhijun, the two immediately hugged each other.
"Even though Inner Mongolia eats good food, I haven't seen you lose weight yet!" Platoon leader Hu Zhijun punched Wang Ke on the right shoulder.
"The food for training in Inner Mongolia is good this time. There is a lot of beef and mutton. I ate canned military meat, canned vegetables, and canned fruits. There is also rice. I eat more than half a bowl at each meal. Can I not get fat?" Good guy, this is what I said. Gotta be enviable.
But when the second platoon leader Hu Zhijun heard this, he thought it was wrong!
"Wait a minute, you said you eat more than half a bowl of rice every time. What's wrong with your health?" Second Platoon Leader Hu Zhijun was surprised.
Wang Ke suddenly understood that it was his unclear expression. "Platoon leader, do you know how big my bowl is? It's a big bowl for Northwest ramen. A full bowl of rice would weigh more than three kilograms!"
Second platoon leader Hu Zhijun was delighted when he heard it. At that time, many soldiers liked to buy such super-large bowls, especially for eating in winter. After the first bowl is finished, when I go to serve the second bowl, the rice in the bucket outside is often cold. With this extra-large bowl, you can eat it all in one go and gobble it up. In the words of the soldiers, the man's surname is Zheng and the wife's surname is He. The girl's name is "Zheng He" (just right).
"Okay, when you have a family of your own in the future, don't eat out of this kind of bowl, otherwise the whole family will be impoverished by you."
Everyone laughed and laughed again, and then Wang Ke lowered his voice and said to the second platoon leader Hu Zhijun: "Platoon leader, I have found a buyer for Wang Xizhi's calligraphy!"
"Really? Where did you find it? How much can the other party offer?" Platoon leader Hu Zhijun was still concerned about how much these three pieced-together fragments were worth. Because the life of a teacher is too embarrassing.
"Platoon leader, I've asked about it. That antique shop is called Fubaozhai, and it's quite famous. Now it's useless no matter how good we talk. We have to go there, meet the other party, and go to Fubaozhai for appraisal. For a moment. But I thought about it, the one your teacher brought must be authentic, otherwise he wouldn’t be so confident."
“There’s no problem with whether this is true or not, but who is the buyer?”
Wang Ke still looked around and said to platoon leader Hu Zhijun: "Don't scare you if I tell you. He is the grandfather of our new platoon leader Yan Jiao."
"His grandfather likes these calligraphy and paintings? Ordinary families really can't afford this money. How much did you ask them for?"
Wang Ke stretched out a finger.
"One hundred thousand, or ten thousand?" Second Platoon Leader Hu Zhijun asked.
"One million, otherwise no discussion."
"You're right, there are probably not many families in Kyoto who can spare one million dollars. If we put one million dollars in front of you, can we fit it in this house? How many Jiefang trucks will it take? pull?"
"Platoon leader, I said one piece is one million, three pieces is three million."
"Yes, yes, either Yanjiao is bragging about this matter, or you are talking nonsense. Let's go to that antique shop Fubaozhai and have a look. If we can get rid of it, we can get rid of it. If the three fragments can get 100,000 , It doesn’t blind the teacher’s mind, after all, it was passed down from our ancestors, there’s nothing we can do about it, right?”
"Okay, but Platoon Leader Yanjiao wrote to his grandfather after I talked to him last time. His grandfather is very, very interested. According to him, he is 99% sure about this matter. His grandfather It is said that I have hundreds of calligraphy and paintings by Qi Baishi and others in my collection!"
"Oh, if that's really the case, then I'm not sure there's any way to do this and it can really be done. But the problem now is that it's not easy for three people in a company to take leave to go to Kyoto." There is a way. , is the word used by the army at that time, which means it is possible to achieve. Second Platoon Leader Hu Zhijun was also full of confidence when he said this.
"Then I will reply to platoon leader Yanjiao and ask him to reply to his grandfather, but what should I do with this photo?"
"The photo thing is easy to handle. Tomorrow I will go find Xiao Shao, the photographer from the Political Department, and ask him to help take a few pictures. Maybe I can get them on the same day." Second Platoon Leader Hu Zhijun said.
"Okay! Anyway, this matter needs to be done quickly. Isn't your teacher also waiting for money?" After Wang Ke finished speaking, he stood up and was about to leave. He also had to go to the company headquarters, the first platoon, and the chief of staff. All around.
"Wait a minute, Scouting Squad Leader, after I sent the rubbings from the hole in the casserole tripod we went to last time to the teacher. Unexpectedly, the teacher became very interested and asked me how many more I had. He wanted to rub them all. What should I do?"
Huaisu's stone rubbing was made by Wang Kelin and Second Platoon Leader Hu Zhijun when he went to Inner Mongolia. He didn't know how to make rubbings for the first time. Anyway, he brushed ink on the stone wall and pasted it on while it was still wet. Peel off the window paper one by one. Finally, it has to be dried before it can be taken back.
The hole was too deep, too dark, and too big. There was a lantern hanging from it and a flashlight in its mouth. Because of this, Wang Ke and the second platoon leader Hu Zhijun worked for several hours, and the two of them wiped ink from their heads, faces and bodies. In the end, time was running out, and there were still many holes that had not been finished. Even the innermost holes that Song Ruimin mentioned had not had time to look at.
However, Wang Ke took the opportunity to draw two pictures of the little figures at the back, because they were somewhat similar to the hand-drawn book that Uncle Geng gave him. I only picked two that seemed not to be in the book, and hurriedly took them back.
There were two of them. After Wang Ke took them back, everyone laughed after seeing them, not knowing what they meant at this moment.
What picture?
The first picture shows two people riding on horses. There is a bar between the two horses. There is a person on the ground, his hands are fixed on the bar, and he is being dragged along the ground in the middle with his mouth wide open from exhaustion!
This must be a kind of torture, making people follow the horse and exhaust him to death.
There is also a picture of three consecutive scenes at the top, middle and bottom. The top picture shows a man supporting his waist with his hands and a look of pain on his face. The picture in the middle is a steaming pool. The man is squatting in the hot water, with only his head exposed, as if he is soaking. The picture below shows the same person, naked and rolling around on the ground.
This may be a kind of torture, in which the dying person is soaked in poison, and in the end he is so painful that he dies in pain.
"Platoon leader, I didn't keep any of those rubbings. Have you sent them all to your teacher?"
Second platoon leader Hu Zhijun nodded.
"Then if that doesn't work, just send me these two drawings."
"What's the meaning of your two pictures of torture? It's not Huai Su's handwriting. The teacher may think we are trying to frustrate him."
"Hey, platoon leader, you can't say that. Maybe it was actually Old Man Huaisu who did it. He is a monk. Maybe these words and pictures have something to do with him? We can't understand. Maybe you The teacher can understand it!”
"Okay then, you go get it, and we'll send this over first. When we have more time, we can go to the Western Mountains. Then the two of us will go up the mountain to do some unfinished work and bring back the unfinished work."
"good!"
