Fox Road Travel Notes

"Well, without further ado!"

"I'm going to call Third Brother Tong to come and gather people. Tonight, let's do the most popular thing!"

Wang Heming slapped his palm on the table.

He had long been gnashing his teeth in hatred of these two well-dressed beasts.

Chen Zican sweated profusely and said to himself: Brother, we are all scholars after all. Where are your sages' books? How about your innate kindness?

Why did he speak like he came from a bandit's den?

"Brother, when you left the city, didn't you see that the city was full of soldiers and it was heavily guarded?"

Chen Zican rolled his eyes at him.

Wang Heming had obviously drunk a little too much. His eyes were straight and he was rubbing his chin when he heard this.

"So, Zican, what do you mean?"

"Brother Wang, have you ever lied to anyone?"

"Liar?" Wang Heming held his head and thought for a while.

"From the great victory at Yuanjiang, to the three attacks on Yuezhou, to forcing the Wang brothers to rebel, I, my brother, have deceived at least 40,000 to 50,000 people to death..."

"Ah?" Chen Zican had black lines all over his head.

"Ah, what? Didn't you say that the Thirty-Six Strategies are all deceptions?" Wang Heming said plausibly.

Chen Zican was speechless. This was indeed what he said. Unexpectedly, Wang Heming still remembered it very clearly.

He smiled bitterly and said, "Well, you were cheating!"

"We won't play with such high-end things this time. Have you ever cheated money?"

"Cheating money? Why do you want to cheat money?"

Chen Zican asked curiously: "Brother Wang, what will you do if you are traveling around the world with dozens of people and you have no money?"

Wang Heming looked at him with doubtful eyes, as if he were a fool.

"What should I do? Third Brother Tong randomly finds a wealthy family and goes in to beg him in the middle of the night."

"Brother, look at it, it's not easy to get involved in the world now. The only thing we brothers have left is this knife in our hands."

"I want to use it today to exchange it with you for a few thousand taels of silver to eat. Do you think that's okay?"

Chen Zican groaned, covered his face, and went completely crazy.

"Okay, let's not talk about that."

"What about the fat young master of the Xi family? His name is Xi Xiuxian, right?"

Wang Heming was stunned for a moment, and then he realized why he was called "Xi Xiuxian".

"Pretend to be the Xi family? What do you want to do?"

Chen Zican chuckled: "What are you doing? Don't ask first. Are the letters he brought still there?"

Wang Heming nodded: "The fat young master of the Xi family can be kept for other purposes."

"On the day I was caught, I sent someone back to Dongting Water Village."

"Now, it's probably still on the way."

"A few letters, but they are all here with me."

"Well, Brother Wang, I have seen your calligraphy and poetry. You are indeed a great talent."

"But I don't know, have you done any research on painting?"

Chen Zican smiled wickedly.

Wang Heming smiled and said: "When I was twelve years old, I had seen four famous works by Zhao Mengjian, Li Gonglin, Wen Yuke, Xu Qingteng, etc., and I thought that they were lifelike."

"When I was thirteen years old, Mr. Xuege traveled to Yunmeng, and my father and I accompanied him on a boat trip to Junshan."

"On the way, he ordered me to make "Dongting Autumn Colors", which he praised quite a lot."

"It is said that I have learned the secrets of the four masters of writing, but it is a pity that I have not yet mastered their mastery."

"My father ordered me to accompany him all the way and listen to his teachings. When he returned, he stayed in Yunyang for a few months."

"Before leaving, he told me that my paintings have both form and spirit. As time goes by, the traces of ax and chiseling will be worn away, and I will become a famous artist..."

Wang Heming was usually modest and self-effacing, but this time, he was drunk and spoke eloquently and in high spirits without hiding anything.

It is obvious that he is very conceited when it comes to calligraphy and painting.

Chen Zican had no idea who his master Xue was.

But I know that Wang Heming never talks big.

Patting him on the shoulder with satisfaction: "Great talent, then go to bed early, refresh yourself, and paint well tomorrow..."

Early the next morning, Chen Zican woke Wang Heming up.

Ask him to take out the letter written by Jin Zhijun, Secretary of the Ministry of War, to the Xi family, imitate the handwriting, and write a letter to Handan County Magistrate Zhou Fengji.

I found a carrot and imitated Jin Zhijun's seal while transforming into the protagonist and director Chen Da.

He started talking to the enthusiastic supporting actor Wang Heming and explained today's plan in detail.

First, they were going to visit the magistrate of Handan County, Mr. Zhou Fengji, and use forged letters to gain his trust.

In the early Qing Dynasty, there were many vacancies for local officials. This magistrate of Zhou County was a Jinshi in the fifth year of Shunzhi.

Now, we are facing the Beijing inspection every three years.

But I never thought that this year would be unlucky, and there would be a locust plague. This year's taxes would be lost.

A comment of "inadequate talent" will not go away. Even if it is a comment of "careless" or "weak and inactive", it is very likely.

Under the Beijing inspection system in the early Qing Dynasty, as long as an official received these two comments, at least he would be dismissed from his post.

He must be like an ant on a hot pot these days, and his hair will probably turn gray from worry.

Jin Zhijun, Jin Shangshu, was a very popular person in the imperial court.

Just say in the letter: The disaster in Handan has been heard in Beijing. Magistrate Zhou and his fellow villagers must take into account the feelings of the villagers.

The current prison student is Xi Xiuxian. His family belongs to a prominent family in the south of the Yangtze River. He was recommended by Hong Jinglue and was admitted to the prison by the emperor.

If you pass by Handan, please take care of him. If you need help for disaster relief, please ask him to think of a way...

This letter contains more than just words to tell him, Zhou Fengji, that you are in danger now!

But I, Lao Jin, regard you as one of my own and am ready to give you a hand.

Now, I will send you a man named Xi Jiansheng who has great powers. His family is rich, powerful and capable. If he treats you well, you will be able to turn bad luck into good luck...

Just imagine, after reading this letter from the central leader, Zhou Fengji couldn't help but be excited.

Then, the two people have to sing in harmony.

Let me first brag that the Xi family is known as "Half Dongting" and has plenty of grain and rice, including hundreds of thousands of stones.

I'm just afraid that distant water cannot quench the near thirst...

Then they pretended to be anxious and said that this time, they brought one hundred thousand taels of silver to Beijing for management.

Unfortunately, most of them have been used in Beijing.

But we must do what Jin Da Sima asked us to do, so what should we do!

This week, Fengji was being held hostage by them. Sometimes he was pleasantly surprised, and sometimes he was disappointed.

Seeing them discussing and discussing but still not being able to come up with a solution must have made me feel sad.

In the end, Chen Zican pretended to suddenly think of something and shouted, "Yes, the few ancient paintings we brought with us are valuable. Maybe we can sell them to save money."

Wang Heming, on the other hand, must pretend to object.

He said that these paintings were very precious and were originally intended to be given to a certain prince.

As it turned out, he happened to be away from the capital, so he brought it back. If he sold it, the family owner would be blamed.

Chen Zican, on the other hand, insisted on insisting on his own opinion and said that the head of the family was his biological father.

As I said before leaving, I have to make the final decision regarding money and gifts.

Magistrate Zhou is a friend we must make, and Shangshu Jin is a friend we must embrace. This matter must be done, and it must be done well...

At this time, Wang Heming would act unwillingly and ask Zhou Fengji why he didn't ask for donations from the squire to solve this urgent need?

Slowly, the topic was brought to Sun Shangshu and Liu Jinshi, those two guys with human faces and animal hearts.

In the end, the two pretended to argue, saying that these famous paintings in a small place in Handan were afraid that they would not be sold at a high price.

Zhou Fengji saw that things had finally turned around, so there was no reason to let go of this life-saving straw.

He will definitely guarantee that he will come forward to invite Sun Shangshu, Liu Jinshi and other wealthy men to come and appreciate the paintings...

If nothing unexpected happens, then this set will be considered completed.

Because I asked Zhang Jingzhi yesterday, Sun and Liu are both local scholarly families who like to be arty and their favorite thing is to collect these famous calligraphy and paintings.

Chen Zican was sure that as long as they came, he would not be afraid that they would not take the bait.

Wang Heming understood and was very interested in this whimsical idea.

However, there is no certainty at all.

First of all, he can imitate calligraphy and painting.

But he is a child of an aristocratic family, so he must have some level of appreciation. Ordinary old-fashioned methods can probably be seen through at a glance.

Furthermore, Zhang Jingzhi said that the Sun family has at least several million taels of property and countless collections at home.

Ordinary calligraphy and painting, I'm afraid, really can't catch his eye.