Chapter One Hundred and Twenty Four: One Door and Two Saints
Putting the wooden box into the bag and keeping it safe, Jiang Xin walked all the way out of Taihang Mountain, then smiled and dialed the company's number again.
He is not a fool. The entire country covers an area of 9.6 million square kilometers. He may not be able to find it all by himself until he dies. With the big tree of the company behind him, the best way is of course to go directly.
Ask the company.
After all, it is also the largest official intelligence agency in the country. The company must have some information about the Yang family.
Everywhere is connected to the capital headquarters. After dealing with the matters regarding Tongtian Valley and the foreigners coming to the country on the 24th Festival, Director Zhao understood that things had already changed more.
Nathan Islanders, foreign alchemists, Indian chakra practitioners... more and more foreign aliens are gradually becoming active, which undoubtedly indicates something - something big.
, is going to happen.
Just when Director Zhao was thinking about the company's future external strategic policy, the phone on the desk rang again. It was Jiang Xin calling, asking about the Yang family who was proficient in clay sculpture as Gouchen said.
"Yang family? Which Yang family?" Director Zhao was a little surprised when he heard what Jiang Xin was asking about, and he suddenly became interested.
"It's the Yang family who specializes in making clay figurine sculptures."
"Did that old man from Gou tell you?" Director Zhao thought for a while and suddenly asked.
"Why are you asking this?" Jiang Xin heard something was wrong: "Is it possible that even the company doesn't know about this Yang family?"
Director Zhao was silent for a moment and reported a city name to Jiang Xin: "The specific address is not sure, I can only confirm that it is within this range. The Yang family you mentioned is also a reclusive family. Even the company has no excuse to disturb it.
them."
"Thank you, Director Zhao." Jiang Xin silently wrote down the address and hung up the phone.
A day or two later, the mountain city of Chongqing.
Jiang Xin has never been to Chongqing, but she has known about this city for a long time. After all, it is said that the map can help navigate around the lost city traffic. This may be the only one in the country. Plus the famous Chongqing hot pot,
It was just the first time that Jiang Xin's lunch was settled.
The so-called hot pot is a temporary pleasure, chrysanthemum crematorium.
This time I tried it and it lived up to its reputation. The bottom of the pot was very spicy and spicy, and the intestines were delicious. Although I was sweating profusely from the spicy food when I ate it, I still couldn't bear to stop using my chopsticks.
After finishing the hot pot and paying for it, Jiang Xin left the hot pot restaurant that was said to have been open for decades. He did meet the old master who made the soup base in the hot pot restaurant, but when it came to clay sculptures, the old master immediately
What comes to mind is Tianjin clay figurine Zhang, but as for the Yang family, I have never heard of it.
After a bad start, Jiang Xin was not too discouraged. He would be surprised if he could find the target smoothly from the beginning.
In the afternoon, with passers-by looking at them like fools, Jiang Xin wandered around the extremely hot city, trying to find something related to the clay sculpture.
It's a pity that urbanization has reduced the number of small vendors. Most of the vendors Jiang Xin saw along the way were roadside vendors. As for the clay figurines selling sugar sculptures, she didn't see any. Now
It actually made him miss his childhood experiences.
There has never been a better time than now. You can always see some vendors on the roadside. Some use the blowing method to make a hollow sugar sculpture; others use boiled sugar syrup to draw the dragon and phoenix zodiac patterns on the iron plate; the trick is the best.
The obvious thing is to use sugar balls of different colors to directly create a vivid Monkey King before the sugar balls have completely solidified.
However, in this sweltering and hot mountain city summer, these skilled vendors seem to have disappeared. I don’t know whether they are old or their skills have been lost.
Jiang Xin thought of this not because she wanted to buy a few more candies... In fact, she also had thoughts in this regard, but the main purpose was to see if she could ask anything from these people. After all, they were all old people.
Craftsmen may know something.
But looking at the situation now, this idea has been wasted.
Jumping up and down like a monkey in the layered city, Jiang Xin didn't return to the hotel room she had reserved until night, and couldn't help but think deeply: "I've been walking for a day, even if I haven't finished a city, I guess
It’s half a year old, and no one has ever heard of this Yang family.”
"From this point of view, the most likely possibility of the Yang family is that it is separated from the city system and is independent in a certain county outside. Another possibility is that it is hidden in the mountains like Fengmen Village. But according to the situation here,
This may be too low.”
Clay sculptures are different from those in Fengmen Village. They can't be made by just picking up a ball of mud on the ground. If you really want to be particular, even a layman like Jiang Xin can tell you some tricks. If it is really hidden in the mountains, the conditions are also
It's really a bit bad.
"Yang family..."
Jiang Xin muttered and entered "Clay Sculpture" and "Yang" into the browser search engine. After a moment, a column called "Yang Family Clay Sculpture" appeared in front of Jiang Xin.
When I clicked on it, I found that it was about a clay sculpture family in Ningxia that was passed down from the Guangxu period of the Qing Dynasty and has nothing to do with Chongqing.
Silently writing down the clay sculpture family, Jiang Xin continued to drag down, and suddenly, a new name suddenly appeared in front of his eyes—Yang Huizhi.
Yang Huizhi, a native of the Tang Dynasty, studied under Zhang Sengyao, and had a brother-in-law relationship with Wu Daozi, who is known as the sage of painting by later generations. Later, because Wu Daozi was more talented in painting than him, he chose to give up painting and focus on sculpture. He spent several years studying and honing his skills.
Later, because he far surpassed others in the field of clay and stone sculpture, he was called the Sculpture Saint by the world.
Speaking of Yang Huizhi, his teacher Zhang Sengyao was also a god. Ordinary people may not know much about this name, but they should be very familiar with the idiom "putting the finishing touch".
And coincidentally, this idiom comes from Zhang Sengyao, and is specifically used to describe the exquisiteness and ingenuity of his painting skills.
Although this one of the four ancestors of painters does not have the title of "Painting Immortal" or "Painting God", the fact that his disciples became two saints is enough to show how outstanding his kung fu is.
After learning the painting skills of this master, coupled with the sculpture art that he has studied for many years, Yang Huizhi, the sculpture sage, can even make clay sculptures that can be fake and real. His sculpture skills have reached a high level.
However, this Master Yang should be from Suzhou, and it is not clear whether he has any descendants, but he is three thousand miles away from this mountain city.
But considering the changes in historical dynasties, land wars and displacement, it seems to be barely understandable.
In this way, Jiang Xin's target was initially locked.
One is the Yang family who may be hiding in Chongqing and is the successor of the sculptor Yang Hui; the other is the clay sculpture of the Yang family in Ningxia.