"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 brushwork is simple and graceful, 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 Bai 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 trembled.
"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 origin 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.
Well...it's worth more...but why is this painting not in Wang's house but in yours?"
"yes……"
"Oh, I remembered." Zhang Xing suddenly woke up. "When your ancestors of the Yu family and the traitor Jiuxi were suppressing Jiangzuo, after the Wang family lost military power in Jingkou, in order to preserve the family, the so-called Zeng Xian
'Family-owned'...so you came here, right? Isn't this similar to what I'm doing now?"
"..."
"Really?" Zhang Xing's face was expressionless and he didn't have time to ask the old man further.
"Yes... right?" Yu Henshui, who was holding the painting, responded awkwardly, 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 in 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."
"Mr. 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 chunks.
"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 said these three nearest hills...the closest one is because of an ancient being.
The great masters of the period built huts on it to practice, so it was called Mount Lu, but it was rarely called Mount Lu. Instead, it was known as the Three Mountains of Danyang together with the Fushan Mountain and Zhe Mountain next to it."
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 sincerely.
"What about "Fushan Picture" and "Zheshan Picture"?" Zhang Xing said coldly. "Don't let me search them out..."
"Zhang Baishou." The old man struggled hard. "We don't mean to deceive you... This "Lushan Picture" is just a picture, a calligraphy and painting."
"Do you really think I don't know how to do it?" Zhang Xing was extremely speechless. "When I was in Dongdu, I visited Tongtuofang every day and was immersed in the sea of books and paintings. What rules do I not understand? It's obviously a combination of pictures and a set of pictures.
, if you have to take it apart and play with it, if you put it in the east, your legs will be broken and you will pay double the money! And do you think I keep it for myself? I will give it away as a gift when I take it back to the east capital, otherwise how will I be able to account for my share of the confiscation?
What about making so much money? When the time comes, some knowledgeable Zhu Shou will feel unhappy and want to break my legs."
"But……"
"No, we have to kill people." Zhang Zhang breathed out. "I didn't want to kill people, especially since our inspection just killed many people in Maoshan behind here. 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 turned out to be a real expert..."
"Don't fight haha... How can anyone confiscate a house without killing people? Especially if you are playing tricks on me?" Zhang Xing reminded seriously. "If you don't kill people, 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 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 calligraphy and paintings, please get them quickly.
Come on, don’t worry, the money here is almost gone and you’re not ready yet.”
The uncle and nephew of the Yu family looked at each other and could only bow their heads and walk away. For some reason, Zhang Xing also sighed and seemed a little bored. He knew that these eight Jiangdong families were soft persimmons, but there was no way he could
I didn't expect 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 they finish copying it later, they can still ask the uncle and nephew of the Yu family to be an envoy to the Huan family next door or even the Xie family and Wang family to bother them.
... 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 carefully. "That is the attire of my ancestor, Duke Changqing."
Zhang Xing suddenly realized that he had read this story in a history book.
Let us also say that the Yu family was originally an ordinary county official in the Central Plains. It was not well-known when they traveled south in the Southern Tang Dynasty. However, it 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 army.
, so much so that he was ridiculed as a military man, Qiu Ba, by his contemporaries.
However, it was just such a person who rose up to power, first taking up the post of Fangzhen in Jingzhou, and then gradually subdued 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 the determination to unify the world and usurp the throne as emperor, he was clearly claiming to cut off the flow with a whip, but he was defeated by a small force on the banks of the river, resulting in a complete defeat and the loss of hundreds of thousands of Beifu troops.
, all his 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.
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 in the splendid 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?"
"Look at the distribution and pretending." Zhang Xing turned around and responded indifferently. "Be especially careful about dividing the money. The Yu family has already accepted the defeat. If someone really makes trouble, it is because some of these officers are greedy. Therefore, if anyone is dissatisfied,
You should weigh him clearly in person. If he still makes trouble after being weighed clearly, he is making trouble maliciously and will be killed 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 will write a calligraphy on the door of your ancestral house... It is also considered an elegant thing!"
The disciples of the Yu family did not dare to be lazy 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 held the open door panel with his legs, 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 a little flustered, and he did not dare to make the decision to kill people and clean up the team. Zhang Xing was forced to stop writing in the middle of writing, and went over with his pen, and then drew it out.
The sword came out, and with just one blow, the team leader was cut off from behind. The scene immediately returned to normal, but it was also so frightening that the Yu family boy holding the ink did not dare to raise his 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, Zhang Baishou was in the process of signing a letter to Zhang Xingliu, a soldier from the North.
Even though he had lowered his head long ago, Yu'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, I'll set off overnight to go to the Huan family and Xie family respectively to give an explanation."
Zhang Xing put down his pen and gave instructions with his hands behind his hands. "It's still the same rule... Xie's place can only take one-third of the gold and silver out of the face of the elixir condensation master who has not returned from a long journey. Wang's does the same."
Rules...but for the sake of fairness, Mrs. Wang and Mrs. Xie will destroy all the swallows' nests in their houses..."
"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 with a look of disdain. "It's a custom in the north to poke the swallow's nest under the eaves to show that you want to reform your life... Of course, it also makes it convenient for me to write a poem in front of their healthy ancestral home.
...There are two lines of poetry, just like this poem, that have come to me. I will not be happy if I don’t write them out. For these two lines of poetry, I will poke out the swallow’s nest for me!”
"I will definitely convey it." The gray-haired Yu Jingren answered first. "I will certainly convey it... I look forward to Zhang Gong'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.