Mad Son-in-law

The so-called old man of Linghu, formerly known as Linghu No. 3 Middle School, was the first group of people to become rich in Yuncheng. However, unlike his generations like Lu Yuliang and Chu Guoxiong, he didn't have such a big desire for money. After he had made small achievements in the past, he retired quickly, bought a house, raised flowers and walked the birds, and led a leisurely life as a fairy.

This old man Linghu is also the most famous literati in Yuncheng. When he was young, he became the leader of Yuncheng’s literary world because of the surrealist theme "A Carrot in the Pit Cylinder". In recent years, he became the leader of the Yuncheng literary world because of the magical novel "Six Fingers". "Auntie Ghost" became the leader of the Yuncheng Netwen Jianghu. In Yuncheng, cultural salons and gatherings of all sizes are proud to invite him. Unfortunately, this old man has a very strange personality and rarely shows up.

"Little blind man, you have to talk less then, okay?" In the car, the old Niutou exhorted over and over again: "Just your little cleverness, you can't get his eyes at all."

"Understood, I said, Uncle Niu, are you a backgammon card? I have repeated this several times." Wang Jie said helplessly: "You give me an example of how this old man has a weird temper."

Uncle Niu said: "Tell you one thing! One year on New Year's Day, we were the head of the Federation of Literary and Art Circles in Yuncheng to give him New Year greetings. Guess what? He didn't let anyone come in."

"What's the matter? The guys from the City Federation of Literary and Art Circles only write some boring flattery. If they pay me a New Year's greetings, I won't let in!" Wang Jie sniffed.

Old Niutou curled his lips and said, "Then tell you one more thing. One year, a big leader came to Yuncheng to inspect and called to live in Songlinyu. No way, the city leader personally came to the door, after a flattering, then He politely asked the old man Linghu if he could move out for a few days and live with the leader. As a result, the old man Linghu said he went out to make tea, but he brought in a few cups of steaming horse urine. A leader drank it, and it was called beauty soup. Several leaders were naturally embarrassed, and no one would drink it. Then old man Linghu sneered, don’t do to others what you don’t want, you don’t even drink beauty soup. Why give me ecstasy soup? Lao Tzu's house, no one but Lao Tzu wants to live, don't flatter me."

When Wang Jie heard this, he couldn't help but slap his tongue, frowned and said, "That's bad..."

Old Niutou glared, and exclaimed: "Damn, little blind man, you don't even think of living in Songlinyu for a day! Don't even think about it!"

Wang Jie smiled and said, "It's not... it's not staying for one day, it's seven days."

When the old Niutou heard this, his face changed in an instant, and he quickly said: "Stop, stop quickly, it's a fantasy, don't take me to such a shameful scene."

Wang Jie said brazenly: "It's impossible to park anymore. If you keep going down, you will have to jump off the car..."

In this way, Lao Niutou got on Wang Jie's thief ship, and an hour later, he appeared at the gate of Songhe Villa.

Songlinyu is a small mountain in Yuncheng. This Songhe Villa is a private garden of a large family in Yuncheng in the Qing Dynasty. It is also the only ancient building in Songlinyu that enters the courtyard. It was later bought by Linghu No. 3 Middle School and became Yun The most desirable place for the city people. In addition, it is worth mentioning that the reason why this yard is rushed by rich people is because there is a treasure in the yard.

Lao Niu's head gave Wang Jie a white look and reluctantly knocked on the door.

Not long after, an old white-haired woman came to open the door and saw that it was the head of the old cow, and smiled slightly: "Please, Mr. Niu, my master is waiting for you!"

Old Niutou nodded, and walked in with the picture box.

Wang Jie was about to follow up, but who knows, the old woman stopped him, frowned and said, "This is... if there is nothing wrong, just wait here!"

Wang Jie was anxious, and quickly blinked at Lao Niutou.

Lao Niu had no choice but to explain to the old woman: "I'm sorry, this is my apprentice. This time he did a lot of work to make up the painting. I'm afraid there is something wrong with Linghu, so I came together."

After hearing this, the old woman smiled slightly and let Wang Jie into the yard.

As soon as he entered the yard, a strong fragrance rushed into the garden. A garden full of peony and peonies, and more than a dozen guests were visiting the flowers and enjoying the wine.

Yuncheng is located in the north, and the peony blooms more than 20 days in the evening than Luoyang. In addition, Songlinyu is higher in elevation, so the peony blooms at this moment. Speaking of this, it is necessary to mention the treasure in this Songhe Villa, which is actually a peony king with a history of three hundred years. This peony is a rare species in the late Ming Dynasty. It has three-color red, yellow and purple flowers on a wooden stem. The flowers are as big as a plate and the fragrance is overflowing. Many people come here especially, but they have no chance to watch it.

Linghu No. 3 Middle School is dressed in a long robe, has a childlike face and a pretty complexion. He is in the main seat of the pavilion and said loudly to the surroundings: "The old man is going to be the host today, please come here and do nothing else, enjoy the flowers, drink wine, chant poems and do nothing, don't be restrained. Although I am happy, I don’t know if there is any chance in the coming year."

The crowd cheered loudly, toasting and drinking.

Seeing Lao Niutou coming, Linghu No. 3 Middle School was not polite, and stretched out his hand at will: "Sit down and drink tea!"

The old man didn't look up at all, and he didn't pay attention to Wang Jie, the little attendant.

With that said, I can't wait to open the picture box, unfold the picture scroll inside, and spread it on the case.

This is a landscape painting by Xugu, a late Qing painter. The picture is not large and the damage is heavy. The most important part of the center of the painting and the boat in the center of the river are all damaged, so the value is not large. However, after Lao Niu Tau's repair process, if it is not a professional, it really can't be seen.

"Okay, that's great, Yuncheng can't find a second man with your repair level." Linghu Sanzhong stroked his beard, looked at the painting and praised.

The old Niutou smiled politely: "Duke Linghu complimented him. I have a specialization in the art industry. After all, I just eat this meal! Besides, although this painting is damaged, the artistic conception is extraordinary, and I can't put it down."

Linghu Sanzhong nodded and said, "Yes, Xugu's style is novel, and this painting is particularly enthusiastic. I also like it very much."

Wang Jie glanced at the side and couldn't hold back for a moment. He blurted out: "The painting is good, but I don't know who it is. It is superfluous to add a sun."

"Huh?" Linghu No. 3 Middle School frowned and looked up at Wang Jie with cold eyes: "This is..."

Listening to the old man’s tone, he was obviously displeased, and the old Niutou hurriedly smiled and said, “I’m sorry, this is my apprentice. He also has his credit for restoring the painting this time. He’s a nice person, but his mouth is a bit cheap.” In a blink of an eye, he said, "Where do you stay cool?"

Wang Jie shrugged helplessly and muttered: "Why don't people tell the truth..."

"Ahem!" Linghu Sanzhong coughed, impatiently beckoning: "Wait a minute, boy, why do you say that the sun in this painting is superfluous? Are you questioning the authenticity of this painting?"

Lao Niutou was silently trying to push Wang Jie out, but Wang Jie said loudly: "I didn't say that the painting was fake, I mean that the sun was added by later generations who didn't understand this painting."

The old woman on the side was a little unhappy, and said loudly: "This little gentleman, let you in, because of Mr. Niu's face, but by no means allow you to speak out here. I'm sorry, please go out."

Lao Niutou gave Wang Jie a blank look and whispered: "How about it, right? It's all said, your little cleverness, don't show off."

The old woman was giving Wang Jie a guest order, but Linghu No. 3 Middle School was extremely impatient and said: "Wait a minute, you let him say that you are going to blow him away now, but it makes me uneasy. Boy, tell me carefully, with What said that the sun was painted afterwards?"

Wang Jie is also welcome. After all, art has no need to accommodate falsehood.

"The reason why I said that the sun was added later is because the author did not understand the meaning of the painting. On the surface, the scroll was full of enthusiasm. Some people were washing by the creek, and some were holding a small boat in the water. You, there are people who seem to be bathing in the small lake in the corner, and there are people working in the farmland in the distance. In addition, there are pavilions, birds, and farmers. How do you think it is full of vitality. But, understand the virtual valley. As a painter, you will find that his painting style is cold, old and awkward. It is rare to see that his landscape and pastoral paintings have a peaceful atmosphere. This painting is the same. If you look closely, you will find all the characters in this painting. All are women, no men!"

"Huh?" Several people in the pavilion leaned over to look closely. Only then did they discover that the paintings were indeed all women.

Wang Jie continued: "Women are washing clothes, women are plowing the fields, women are transporting firewood on the water, all things are women doing lonely, their actions are very vigorous, but their faces are all expressionless, even Some pity, then, what about the man? Not only that, there is only one swallow in the sky, the pavilions are all broken and mixed, the path is full of weeds, what is painted in the farmer’s yard? Broken axe and Farm tools. What do all the above explain? It means that the men in this village are not there, and there is no other half of life. This caters to the era of Xugu life-the Taiping Heavenly Kingdom Movement, and hundreds of thousands of men died. The war has made life thousands of people. It is full of holes and boring. The style of paintings like this will naturally be cloudy. The person who added the sun mistakenly thought that the color of the silk selected by the painter was not strong enough, so he thought he added a sun to warm it up. Atmosphere. So this is self-defeating and superfluous."

When Wang Jie finished speaking in one breath, the old man Linghu was a little confused.