Happy Tycoon

Yang Jing couldn't say why the painting attracted his attention so much, but the strong sense of attraction made him want to walk over involuntarily.

This feeling shocked Yang Jing. Since childhood, he has never encountered such a feeling, that kind of strong feeling of being attracted, like... well, like someone in the body. One thing is attracted by that painting.

"Huh? Something in my body was attracted?" Yang Jing, who recovered from his senses, immediately realized that it was not himself that was really attracted by the painting, but the holy ring in his body!

Yang Jing immediately inquired about the holy precepts, but to Yang Jing's surprise, the holy precepts, who knew almost everything about their problems during this period, did not even move. But Yang Jing, as the host of the holy ring, can clearly feel the desire of the holy ring for the painting.

It's like a traveler who has been thirsty for five or six days in the desert, suddenly seeing the kind of longing produced by the oasis...

Since receiving the Holy Ring, it seems that such a situation has never happened before in the Holy Ring, which shocked Yang Jing. At the same time, this unusual performance of the holy ring also made Yang Jing suddenly understand one thing, that is, since this picture scroll can strongly attract the holy ring, it must be right to take it down!

As the saying goes, "I have killed the wrong but never let it go", isn't it just such a rationale?

Although Yang Jing still doesn't know why this seemingly shabby picture scroll brings such a strong attraction to the holy ring, since this happens, it is absolutely correct to take it down!

So Yang Jing didn’t even bother to go back. He ran a few steps quickly and came to the middle-aged man who was cleaning up the stall. He smiled and said, “This big brother, can you clean up more slowly? Let me take a look at that. A picture?"

The middle-aged man was dumbfounded, looked at Yang Jing, and then at the sky, and said with a little embarrassment: "Big brother, it's all daylight. If I don't leave, there may be an administrator coming to arrest me soon. NS......"

This year, Jinling and Yanjing are no different. Just a few years after the end of the great turmoil, the people are still very vigilant. Especially these stall owners in the ghost market, one who is not paying attention may be caught, and then there is a great possibility of being caught by a big speculative hat...

At this moment, I was close to the painting, and Yang Jing could clearly feel the desire of the holy ring. Because the holy ring has become one with himself, even when Yang Jing looked at the painting, he involuntarily swallowed a mouthful of saliva. It looked like an old man who had been holding back for twenty years. The ghost saw a charming face. , The big beauty who scratches her head...

Fortunately, the middle-aged man continued to bow his head to clean up his stall after saying that. Otherwise, if he were to see Yang Jing's appearance, he might be scared away immediately.

Yang Jing scratched his head and thought for a while. Seeing that the stall owner was about to clean up the stall, Yang Jing didn’t care about anything else, and said in a low voice, “This big brother, my grandfather’s birthday is next month. I like ink and wash landscape painting very much, so I wanted to give my grandfather a painting as a birthday gift on his birthday. I just saw that the scroll in your hand seems to be a landscape painting, so I just... ."

Before Yang Jing finished speaking, the middle-aged man waved his hand to interrupt Yang Jing and said with a smile: "Big brother, this is not a place to talk. If you really want it, we might as well change another place to continue talking. Here, look over there, it looks like someone is coming, I have to withdraw quickly."

Yang Jing looked in the direction pointed by the stall owner, and in the light of the bright sky, he could vaguely see a group of people coming here in the distance.

Although there is no urban management this year, the public security at this time is more powerful. Don't forget, China has not banned guns in this year. The official police of this era can be equipped with guns for patrol. Unlike later generations, there are no major police missions, and the police are not allowed to have guns.

Yang Jing turned his head and said, "Big Brother, where are you going? I'll go with you."

The middle-aged man nodded, got on the tricycle neatly, and pointed to the side gang of the three-wheeled rear bucket and said, "Sit there and I will take you away!"

Yang Jing thoughtfully said "no need", but then I thought about it, the stall owner had already picked up everything on the tricycle, and was covered with a big dirty white cloth as a cover, and she rode on the tricycle. It is estimated that no one will pay attention, but if you trot behind, there will be more people paying attention.

After thinking about it, Yang Jing made it to the side of the tricycle. The middle-aged man was also unambiguous. With a force on his leg, the tricycle immediately started up.

Even if he pulled Yang Jing's one hundred and forty catties, the tricycle still ran very fast.

When the tricycle turned a bend and left Chaotiangong West Street, the middle-aged man who was riding a tricycle turned his head and asked, "Brother, where are you from? I don't hear your accent like a local Jinling. "

Yang Jing stunned, and then smiled: "Big brother, I am from Jiangning County in the south, but my father never came back when he went out as a soldier. I have also been living in the northern province of Shandong. This is not my grandfather's 70th birthday. My mother and I will come back together to pay my grandfather birthday."

"Oh, I said, no wonder your accent has a hint of Shandong province." After a pause, the middle-aged man smiled: "It's just the opposite of us. My mother's family is from Shandong province. When there was a natural disaster in the first three years of year zero, the family couldn’t eat, and even my father starved to death. My mother led me and my sister to flee here. Later, my mother married my current father. I stayed here. Hey, it's been more than 20 years since this move. I was only ten years old when I came here with my mother..."

Only then did Yang Jing understand that this "middle-aged man" who seemed to be in his forties turned out to be only in his thirties.

Yang Jing couldn't help feeling a little too, that this era really can't be compared with later generations. In later generations, the man who was forty years old looked like thirty, and now it's the other way around...

In this era, the pressure of life is too great!

This elder brother seemed to be quite willing to chat with people. After saying the words just now, he asked as if he remembered something: "I have just been patronizing and talking, haven't I asked the eldest brother for his surname?"

"Oh. Free of expensive characters, my last name is Yang, Yang of Yangshu. What about you, brother?"

"My surname is Zhao. This is the surname following my stepfather. Originally, my surname was Guo, but during the three years of famine, in addition to my mother and my sister, all of them starved to death. So my mother remarried. , I followed my stepfather’s last name."

As he said, he shrugged his shoulders again, and cursed "This **** God!"

When the two people were talking, the eldest brother Zhao took Yang Jing around in the small alley, turning Yang Jing almost blind, and then stopped in front of a yard.

This was a very ordinary small courtyard in Jinling in the early 1980s. This brother Zhao got out of the car, opened the courtyard door, and directly pushed three wheels into it. As soon as he walked in, he shouted loudly: "Mom, here is a guest."

With this voice, the screen door of the house was pushed open, and an old woman who appeared to be nearly sixty years old came out from inside.

"Xiao Zheng is back? This is?"

"Mom, this is a little brother I met in the market. Brother Yang wanted to buy the painting from our house, but just in time for the market manager to come, I brought Brother Yang to our house to talk about it. . Mom, is my dad's condition a little better?"

"Hey...your dad is still like that, now I'm waiting for you to make money to buy medicine."

With that said, the old woman smiled at Yang Jing and said: "Young man, come in, sit in the house, the house is noisy, don't mind."

"Thank you Auntie." Yang Jing said politely, and followed the old woman into the house. This room is a very ordinary bungalow north room. The light is on in the room, which is pretty bright. However, there is a strong smell of Chinese herbal medicine in the room. Obviously, there are patients in the room, and they should be quite sick.

Not long after entering the house, the brother Zhao walked in with the scroll in his hand.

"Brother Yang, did you just want to ask about this painting?"

Yang Jing nodded, just about to say something, then Big Brother Zhao said, "Go, let's look in the house, there is no room for this picture here."

But I didn't want to hear that as soon as the words fell, a feeble voice rang out in the room: "Zhao Zheng, that painting can't be sold, it is a family heirloom handed down from the ancestors of our old Zhao family."

Zhao Zheng shook his head helplessly and gave Yang Jing an expression of peace and security, then opened the curtain and walked into the back room. After a while, Yang Jing clearly heard a quarrel coming from inside.

"Dad, what do you look like? Why are you still holding that heirloom? If you are sick, if you don't go to the hospital for treatment, there is a possibility of deterioration~www.readwn.com~ Anyway, my old man won’t be able to live long, but that painting is handed down by the ancestors of our old Zhao family and cannot be sold. If it is sold, how can you let me see the ancestors after death!"

"Dad, if you want to see our ancestors, wait a minute! The painting is a family heirloom, it is not as important as your body. When you sell this painting, you will have the money to see a doctor, and you will surely live three more lives by then. Ten years, when you are a hundred years old, let’s talk about seeing the ancestors and ancestors of our old Zhao family."

Zhao Zheng's mother apparently heard the quarrel inside, smiled apologetically at Yang Jing, and opened the door curtain and walked in. Then a voice of comfort came from inside.

"Old Zhao, just listen to the small dispute. That's just a painting. If you lose your life, how can you make me live? This time, let's listen to the small dispute. Let's treat the disease as the most important thing. what!"

Zhao Zheng followed persuasion, and after a while, the old voice stopped speaking.

As soon as the door curtain was lifted, Zhao Zheng walked out of the back room, smiled bitterly at Yang Jing, picked up the somewhat thick and unspeakable scroll, and walked to the other room. Yang Jing immediately got up and followed in. ......