"This should be a painting from the Republic of China. The painter is pretty good, but there is no payment or inscription. It is just a nude painting, so the price is not very high. I wonder if the little brother wants to sell it?" Han Kongque said.

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"Not worth it?" Money bastard said a little disappointed.

Qian Zhongshu said: "Are you crazy about money? As Mr. Han said, there are no words on it, and it cannot be proved that it is a painting by a famous artist. Do you want Mr. Han to pay a hundred for such a painting?

Want to buy it?"

"Mr. Han, how much money can you offer?" Money bastard said unwillingly.

Since he was very good at painting tigers, Han Peacock really didn't like this painting, but he didn't want to dampen the enthusiasm of the villagers, so he said: "It's been seventy or eighty years, if you want to sell it, I'll give you three thousand!"

"

"Three thousand?" Hunzi Qian was even more disappointed.

"Put it away carefully. The value of this kind of painting may increase in a few years. It's a pity to sell it now. Keep it well! After all, it has been passed down in your family for seventy or eighty years. It's a pity to sell it. It's a pity to keep it.

Think about it." Originally, the money bastard thought that Han Kongque deliberately lowered the price, but when Han Kongque said this, it was obvious that he didn't want the painting.

At this time, the money bastard was in a hurry. Three thousand yuan was not money, was it?

"I sold it for three thousand yuan." Mr. Qian left the scroll in front of Han Peacock and waited to get the money.

Han Peacock was speechless. Han Xing looked at Han Peacock, waiting for instructions.

"Give it to him! It's only three thousand yuan. If the tiger wasn't painted so tenderly, there would be no problem at all selling it for thirty to fifty thousand yuan!" Han Peacock sighed.

When Qian Zhongshu heard Han Peacock's painting, he was also happy: "Don't say that. When you say that, I also look at this tiger and look awkward. Look at this tiger's eyes, are they smiling? This

The painting is truly amazing.”

Han Kongque sighed: "This painting is really impeccable in terms of painting skills. Even if the brushwork is still a little immature, it can still be seen that the author is extraordinary. But is this how the tiger descends the mountain is painted? So gentle

A tiger with a smile in its eyes, this is so cute!"

"Huh? This painting is interesting! Whose painting is this? Is it yours? Someone in your family has been sick all year round, right? However, judging from the fact that this tiger has no evil spirit, although the patient is weak, it is not fatal."

I don't know when, Li Xin walked into the yard gracefully.

"Ah? Master Li? How do you know that Hunzi Qian's grandfather is not in good health? You are truly a master. Ever since I can remember, Hunzi Qian's grandfather has been very sick. But he is still alive and well now.

Do you think it's strange?" Qian Zhongshu asked.

"That's right, your family has never produced a general, right?" Li Xin looked at Qian Hunzi and said.

Qian Hunzi was a little embarrassed, Qian Zhongshu said: "His family has eight generations of poor peasants. There is no way he can produce a general."

Although they are both from the same family, they have been blessed by the Five Blessings for a long time. Therefore, although they are both from the Qian family, their relationship has become very estranged. After all, the Qian family has reproduced here for more than three hundred years and has been passed down for more than ten generations.

Yes, some of the family relationships are already very distant.

"We have never had a general in our family, as if you are very honorable? Isn't our family's surname Qian?" Bastard Qian quit.

"Okay, you don't want to know why your grandpa is weak? You know, in the homes of ordinary people, tigers can be killed when they climb up the mountain, but when they come down the mountain, ordinary people cannot hold them down.

The picture of going down the mountain is suitable for the homes of officials and yamen, especially the homes of military generals. If such a picture is hung in the homes of ordinary people, they may be plagued by illnesses all year round, or suffer from accidental injuries, often lose money, and have unhappiness every year due to financial stress.

It's something." Li Xin interrupted them.

"Ah?" Everyone exclaimed, even Han Peacock was no exception. He really didn't know that pictures of tigers descending from the mountain were usually not allowed to be hung. You know, he had one in his hand, and he still wanted to hang it at home!

It is better to believe that this kind of thing exists than to believe that it does not exist. No one can find discomfort on his own.

Qian Hunzi said: "Ci'ao, my parents are fighting every day! Grandpa is sick every day, and my parents are fighting every day because they are poor. It turns out it's all because of this painting. Fortunately, I sold him."

Just now, I felt a little unwilling because I had sold three thousand yuan, but now I heard from Li Xin that the money bastard seemed to have seen the picture of a tiger descending from the mountain and wanted to bite someone, so he hurried away and stayed away until he got the three thousand yuan.

He ran away immediately. He was deeply afraid that Han Kongque would regret it.

"This kid? I haven't finished speaking yet? You see, this tiger coming down the mountain doesn't have any murderous intent at all. Although it has collided with people, it shouldn't be too powerful." After the money bastard ran away, Li Xin added

road.

Han Peacock couldn't help but smile even more bitterly at this time. I really don't know what the use of keeping such a picture of a tiger descending from the mountain is, but I think there should be no problem in putting it in a museum. After all, the painter is displaying it there!

Although this tiger looks a bit ridiculous, if you look at it as a cartoon, it is still very cute. I think some little girls will like it after seeing it.

Li Xin said: "You don't want to eat? What time is it?"

"Oh! You see, I was so excited that I forgot about eating. We are going to eat right now. Fortunately, I have made arrangements. Today we will eat pan catfish for lunch. The catfish native to our reservoir is absolutely clean." Qian.

Plant a tree path.

Catfish is rich in nutrients and contains a variety of minerals and trace elements. Because it is a carnivorous fish, the meat quality is particularly good and the taste is better. However, it is now farmed too much and the food it feeds is even more dirty, so outside, it is really

No one dared to eat it.

During the meal, Han Kongque saw Han Xing's classmates. They were all young people. When they saw Han Kongque, they were very reserved. Han Kongque just nodded to them briefly and followed Qian Zhongshu to another room.

Have dinner there.

This is a farm restaurant. Although it is not big, it is very clean. It serves farm dishes, especially the iron pot catfish, which is very authentic. Korean Peacock was full of praise for the food.

There are specialties in the art, and practice makes perfect. Even if the restaurant is small, if you can grasp the key points and make the same dish, the business will still be prosperous.

Since Han Kongque didn't drink, everyone ate quickly. After eating, Han Kongque said, "Han Xing, what do your classmates think?"

Han Xing said: "Many have agreed to join our company, but should we let them join our consulting company?"

"Well, let them follow you first. When our research institute comes down, we will transfer you all to the Archaeological Research Institute." Han Kongque said.

After a brief exchange with Han Xing, Han Kongque stopped talking and started talking about other things with Li Xin and Qian Zhongshu.

At this time, Qian Da, who was sitting at the table with them, spoke: "Boss, the water plant found something when they were cleaning the Zhenshui Temple."

"Did you find something?" Han Kongque was stunned and didn't react for a while.

Li Xin was very interested and said: "What did you find? Is it an ancient tomb?"

"Ancient tomb? No, it's just a darkroom. But the darkroom has been destroyed. There is nothing in it. There are just some words carved on some stones. I know the boss likes stone carvings, so I told him." Qian Dadao.

Qian Zhongshu said at this time: "I know the darkroom under Zhenshui Temple. I often played there when I was a child. I heard that when my ancestors moved here to live, there was a stone house there.

Later, when building Zhenshui Temple, the land needed to be leveled, so the stone house was buried underground. The stone house you found must be that stone house. It was later enclosed in a dark room by the Taoists of Zhenshui Temple.

It was a stone house made of hollowed-out stone. When we were children, we often climbed on the stone roof to play. If this is what we found, there should be nothing precious about it."

"Where are those handwritings? Can you recognize them? Are they the same as the handwritings on the stone tablet I bought from you?" Han Kongque said.

Qian Da touched his head and said, "Those handwritings were buried under earth and rocks. We didn't clean them up, and we didn't recognize what the handwriting was."

At this time Qian Zhongshu spoke again: "If you are right, it should be the words "Long Live Chairman Mao." I know that the inside and outside of the stone house were carved with such slogans during special periods. If there are no accidents, it should be these.

Character."

Han Kongque was speechless. He originally thought it was an ancient inscription like the inscription on the jade tablet they bought! He didn't expect it to be a slogan praising Grandpa Mao.

"It's not an ancient tomb! I thought there was some strange discovery!" Not only Han Kongque was disappointed, but Li Xin was also disappointed.

Han Kongque became energetic at this time. He said to Li Xin: "Why do you think there is an ancient tomb over there? Is the Feng Shui of Zhenshui Temple so good?"

"That's of course. There is a large Feng Shui cave over there, and all the dragon veins around it are concentrated at the Zhenshui Temple. If there are people buried here, they must be buried at the Zhenshui Temple." Li Xin said.

Han Kongque said: "This is impossible! The Qian family moved here more than 300 years ago and built Zhenshui Temple. That place belongs to them. It is impossible for their family to let outsiders bury people on their land."

"You have preconceptions, why isn't someone from the Qian family buried there? If the Qiandi Golden Dragon had not been destroyed at that time, it is impossible that no one would have discovered such a dragon lair. Also, if the ancestors of the Qian family had not discovered anything,

How is it possible to move here and settle down?" Li Xin said.

"Is there really an ancient tomb? And it is the tomb of the ancestors of the Qian family?" Han Peacock looked at Qian Zhongshu and asked.

Qian Zhongshu said: "I have never heard that anyone from our Qian family is buried on the hilltop where Zhenshui Temple is located. Not only has it not happened before, but even in the future, no one from our Qian family will be buried near here. Our Qian family

My family’s cemetery is on the south side of the village, and there is no cemetery on the north side of the village.”

"This is definitely not normal. If you have just moved here and haven't noticed that the Feng Shui pattern here is fine, but in the future, the descendants of the Qian family will have to hire a Feng Shui master no matter whether they choose a yin house or a yang house.

Even if some Feng Shui masters are Xibei people who sell dog meat to others, it is impossible to hire unlearned and unskilled people for hundreds of years, right?

As long as one person sees it, the Qian family will not be able to choose such a good tomb and bury their ancestors in the south of the village." Li Xindao.

Han Kongque also realized at this time that the art of Feng Shui has been passed down from generation to generation. Since Li Xin can see and think about it, then the original Feng Shui master can naturally also see it.

In this way, there is really a problem in this area where no one is buried.

Li Xin looked at Han Kongque thoughtfully, and said again: "So there is only one problem here. Some people don't want to destroy the Feng Shui pattern on the north side of Qianjiajiao, so they stipulated that no one can be buried in the north. Village Chief Qian, don't you know?

Does the Qian family have such a rule?"

Qian Zhongshu was dumbfounded and said: "Our Qian family really has such a rule. Although it is not like what you said, the purpose is the same. The rules passed down by our Qian family ancestors must be followed by all Qian clan members.

In the family cemetery.

No one can be buried in the north of the village because it affects the feng shui of our Qian family, so outsiders can't be buried there either.

Even during the War of Liberation, many martyrs died in the war there and were hastily buried in the ravine. Later, my father took people to find them one by one and buried them next to our family cemetery. The tombstones of those martyrs are still there.

exist."

Li Xindao: "That's right. If I guessed correctly, there should be a large tomb under the hilltop where Zhenshui Temple is located."

"Ah!" Several people working on it exclaimed.
To be continued...