"If I want to, I can come to Qin."
Huang promised with a smile, and the smile on his face was a little more excited. Peng Zu's direct descendants, even if they are some trash, are worth raising.
In the future, the Sun Chamber of Commerce will fully expand, and he will not be short of wealth. It will not be difficult for him to raise a person.
The bitterness on the waiter's face quickly changed to surprise, then the bitterness returned, and he added a cup of herbal tea to himself: "It still doesn't work, Qin is too far away, I still need to guard here."
"The guest is very interested in our ancestors?"
"Yes." Huang nodded, chuckled, and said: "Ling Zu is such a legendary figure, so naturally people are fascinated by him. It would be a lie to say that he is not interested."
"I will give you a sum of money and a woman so that you can continue your incense and carry on the family line. In exchange, can I take a look at your ancestor's relics?"
Huang can kill people with a knife and then take everything for himself.
But, he didn't do that. Sometimes killing is not the best way to solve the problem.
What’s more, if you want to take something, you must first give it.
For Huang, exchanging women for property is far more profitable than killing someone.
The waiter looked at the gentle-looking Huang and nodded briefly: "Okay, I hope the guest will not break his promise."
"Haha, no one can stand without faith."
The two communicated for a while, negotiated some details, and finally reached an agreement, and everyone was happy.
In the end, Xiao Er followed Huang and saw Peng Zu's relics, which were only half a roll of shabby special sheepskin with some strange words written on it and pictures with strange postures.
"To be honest with our guests, the relics of our ancestors that have been handed down to this day have been lost long ago. I only have this half of the parchment here." The waiter smiled bitterly, with a hint of shame.
The legacy left by the ancestors has been lost in the years. This is undoubtedly unfilial and the descendants are too incompetent.
Failure to keep one's family property is the greatest form of unfilial piety.
Taking the parchment from his hand, Huang looked at it and couldn't help but smile. He didn't recognize some of the characters on it.
However, he could probably tell from the picture above that the painting was a bit rough and there were too few movements.
Half a parchment scroll contains more than a thousand words, but only eighteen and a half illustrations.
The waiter looked at Huang's surprised expression and felt a little embarrassed: "This is something passed down from our ancestors. It's a bit dirty. I only saw it once, but I haven't seen it since."
Glancing at the waiter, Huang showed a meaningful look on his face and teased: "Are you sure you only watched it once? Never again?"
"I……"
What is painted on this is a picture of an erotic palace.
The waiter is young and energetic, and he is at the age where he is extremely curious about it, so how can he resist watching it once.
Before seeing the light again, people can endure the darkness, but once they have experienced the light, who would not yearn for the light.
Huang understands this mentality very well.
Pornographic pictures are the easiest to attract people, especially young and ignorant teenagers. I once had many teachers who saw them fighting.
"Brother, can I make a copy?" Huang showed a smile that only a man can understand: "This picture is good, I will also observe it."
"Do the guests like it too?"
"Um."
For a time, the relationship between the two instantly became closer.
Everyone is of the same mind, and they yearn for the tree-lined paths. The waiter also chuckled and nodded: "No problem, this picture is really well done."
"Ha ha……"
Huang used the new sheepskin to copy a copy and gave the old sheepskin scroll to the waiter, although he thought the worn-out sheepskin scroll was the treasure.
After leaving some belongings for the waiter, Huang set off and left the wine stall. At the same time, he agreed with the waiter that he would send him a batch of wine, a batch of food, and a woman.
Both of them were happy with their transaction in the end. Xiao Er got the woman and property he needed, and Huang got the parchment that was most likely left by Peng Zu.
What Aang cared about wasn't the illustrations, but the words on them that he didn't recognize either.
There are too few movements in the illustrations, only eighteen and a half. If Huang wanted to, he could draw one hundred and eight.
After all, the teacher in those years taught very seriously, and he studied very seriously. Before he started practicing Chinese martial arts, he was also very beautiful.
…
After leaving the wine stall, Huang ignored the study of the information on the parchment and galloped wildly. At sunset, he finally saw a city that looked like a creeping giant beast.
At this moment, the sun sets in the west, and Luoyang City can be seen in the distance. It is midsummer at this time. The grains on the land in front of Luoyang City are pale yellow, and the surrounding mountains are green and green.
However, Luoyang City is like a decadent old man huddled on the north bank of Luoshui River.
In the scene of sunset, Luoyang looks even more desolate and dilapidated. The ancient city walls are full of mottled traces of time.
In Luoyang City, Zhou Wangji did not even have a garrison. There was only a Zhou emperor flag fluttering in the wind, and this flag had faded.
Seeing this scene, Huang felt a little sad. The once arrogant Zhou Dynasty had become decadent.
Today, the Zhou royal family has declined to only seven cities, large and small, and the Qin Kingdom is getting poorer and poorer with more wars, and its land has shrunk to less than half of what it was when it first enfeoffed its princes.
Huang remembered Ying Quliang's instructions and couldn't help but smile bitterly. Now Zhou Wangji was like a clay Bodhisattva crossing the river. He couldn't even protect himself, let alone Qin.
Huang had never been to Luoyang before, and the dilapidation and decay in front of him broke Zhou Wangji's imagination that it was like the capital of heaven.
The royal power has declined, and the glory of the former emperor has long disappeared in the years. Perhaps even the people of Zhou no longer care.
A force that forgets the glory of its ancestors and the glory of its tribe is destined to be eliminated by the world.
Entering Luoyang, Huang walked all the way to the center of the city and stayed in Guanyi.
The white-haired old man in charge of the hotel told him with difficulty that the minister responsible for the reception was the current doctor, Fan Yu.
Huang knew about Fan Yu.
Before setting off, Ying Quliang gave him a detailed case file about Zhou Wangji, and he had a certain understanding of the character and abilities of Zhou Wangji's monarchs and ministers.
This person served as an official three times and resolved the covetousness of Luoyang by Wei, Chu and Qi.
This man is a capable strategist.
After eating something, Huang took a rest. He didn't come to see Fan Yu immediately. Seeing the current situation of Zhou Wangji, he had given up hope of asking for help.
Today's Zhou Wangji is poorer and more cruel than Qin. He wishes that Qin would be filial in return, but how could he provide materials to help Qin.
The name of the Emperor is no longer easy to use.
The night was dark, and Huang stood in the room looking at the royal city in the distance, sighing deeply for a long time.
He finally understood why no matter Wei Yang, Shen Buhai, or even Wu Qi, Li Li and others, they would rather choose the vassal states such as Wei, Chu, Qin, etc., but no one chose Zhou, the orthodox country in the world.
Eight hundred years is too long.
Eight hundred years is enough for a country to decay and become a state of survival. No one can save the current Zhou Dynasty.
