Anecdotes of Li Yang

[-]. General Flower God

I saw an old man with white eyes wide open and his beard blown high, leaning on a wooden crutch, knocking out a series of small holes in the ground, and tremblingly came to them.

Yang Wensheng winked at Liu Shanghe, and the figure on the tree fell to the ground lightly.

Yang Wensheng bowed and saluted: "Senior, Wansheng and others don't mean to offend. My cousin just climbed a tree for fun, but he didn't damage the flowers and plants at all. I hope senior will be happy."

Liu Shanghe blinked, followed by saluting, and said, "Ben, I was on a whim just now, I'm really sorry, this junior will never climb again."

The old man glanced at Yang Wensheng, then frowned at Liu Shanghe: "What are you waiting for here?"

"Passing through Mocheng, I heard that the scenery here is beautiful, so I came to see it."

The old man snorted and said, "The poor mountains and bad waters, what is there to see? Let's go quickly, it's getting late, be careful not to enter the city."

Yang Wensheng bowed and said, "Then I'll take my leave." Pulling up Liu Shanghe's sleeve, he left.

When they returned to the tree where the donkey was tied, they saw that the black donkey had gnawed all the grass around it, and was lying on the ground, snorting and wagging its tail.Yang Wensheng thought to himself, it's a good thing the old man didn't see this place, otherwise he would have beaten them to death with a cane.He quickly untied the rope, but the donkey didn't get up.

Liu Shanghe said: "It's uncomfortable."

Yang Wensheng looked at him in surprise.

Liu Shanghe shook his fan, and said calmly: "This deity has always been supernatural, don't be surprised. It's full and can't walk." Then he waved his broken fan again, and the donkey disappeared.

Yang Wensheng got up and said, "Then let's go."

In the afterglow of the setting sun, one person and one fairy lamented the long journey.Liu Shanghe is okay, but Yang Wensheng is not.He slept in the small ruined temple last night with a sore back and a sore back, and he had driven for a long time today, and now his feet are sore and his legs are sore, and he feels quite desolate in his heart.

Liu Shanghe was light and light, and occasionally helped Yang Wensheng, whose figure was swaying slightly, very considerately.

Yang Wensheng stumbled and walked for a long time. Seeing that the sky was getting dark, but his body couldn't grow wings, his heart moved, and he looked at Liu Shanghe kindly.

Liu Shanghe had never seen Yang Wensheng with such an expression before, he couldn't help but felt a chill, and asked doubtfully, "What are you doing?"

"Shang He, please use your fan to fan me back to the county town."

Liu Shanghe couldn't help laughing and said: "If you can't stand the teleportation spell, I'll take you." He stretched out his hand to wrap Yang Wensheng's shoulder, and the two of them passed thousands of trees in the blink of an eye.

Liu Shanghe told him that he did not take his shoulders this afternoon to offend him lightly, but wanted to fly him directly to Mowen Lake so as to save time and effort.

Yang Wensheng felt deeply ashamed, and said in a deep voice, "I'm sorry for disappointing your good intentions."

The wind howls in the ears, the wind and clouds under the feet are fleeting, and the gully is fleeting.

"What did you say?"

Yang Wensheng said loudly: "It's nothing! Be careful not to drop my mortal body!"

The two settled down in a secluded alley, and when they got out of the alley, they saw that the street was brightly lit and very lively.

Yang Wensheng said: "Penglai Inn probably won't be able to accommodate people, let's go find another place and have something to eat so we can rest."

Liu Shanghe nodded, and the two walked on the street at a leisurely pace, paying attention to the shops on both sides of the observer.

Suddenly, Yang Wensheng saw a calligraphy and painting studio, so he pulled Liu Shanghe's sleeve and said, "Go in and have a look."

The two walked in, their eyes were full of landscapes, flowers and birds, but Yang Wensheng knew at a glance that most of them were paintings of today's people.

His eyes stayed on a picture of "Flower God General". In the painting, a man in high spirits, wearing armor and wielding a long knife, flies above the red sea of ​​flowers. In a blink of an eye, the sea of ​​flowers looks like a battlefield The sea of ​​blood, the plain armor looks like falling petals and can be seen as hot blood splashing on it. One painting unexpectedly draws two completely different artistic conceptions.

The boy’s eyes seemed to be refined in a frying pan, and when he saw the two people coming in, he quickly greeted them with a smile, and seeing Yang Wensheng staring at the picture of "Flower God General", he had already turned a few times in his heart, He smiled and said, "My lord, this picture is a masterpiece of our shop. The boss is not willing to hang it up on weekdays. If it wasn't for tomorrow's poetry discussion conference, the boss would have to hide it for another year."

Yang Wensheng smiled and said, "Oh? Your boss has hung up this time, isn't he afraid that others will buy it and never see it again?"

"Who says it's not! But the boss is taking advantage of the fact that there are more literati and talents in Japan these days, so he wants to hang it up and find someone who knows and loves painting so he can rest assured. Those rich and powerful father-in-laws come to see it on weekdays." Painting, our boss didn’t reveal this painting at all, saying that it was bought by them to please their friends, it’s a crime. I think you have an extraordinary bearing, you must be a person who cherishes calligraphy and painting!"

Yang Wensheng was embarrassed by the praise, but he knew in his heart that portraits like this are not as popular as landscape splashed ink, not to mention such a bloody painting, it is not suitable for decoration or as a gift.He didn't expose the young man, he saw that the inscription was the correct seal script "Tang", there was only this one character, and there was no year number or other such things, and asked: "How much taels of silver?"

The young man squinted his eyes with a smile, and said embarrassingly: "This painting is also destined to be with the young master, and the young master will accept how much money the young master thinks is suitable."

Yang Wensheng smiled slightly, "Really?"

The young man looked sincere, and said: "Then there is still a fake?! What is the value of this painting in the young master's heart, as long as the young master can afford his own love."

Yang Wensheng thought to himself, whether he likes it or not has nothing to do with bargaining, he stretched out his hand.

The boy said, "500 taels?"

Yang Wensheng had an expression of guessing again.

The boy said, "50 taels?"

Yang Wensheng still had the expression of guessing again.

The little guy couldn't get the five liang out of his mouth no matter what, and said: "Young master, don't tease the villain. Let me tell you how much it is. After all, treasures are hard to find, and treasures that suit your wishes are even more difficult to find."

Yang Wensheng said: "I'm not joking, five taels of silver. Didn't you say you'd agree with me?"

The little guy immediately changed into a sneer: "I take it as a young master who knows how to paint. Sorry for my stupid eyes, it seems that the young master is not a good person for this painting."

Yang Wensheng said: "It's not something you can judge by just looking at a painting, so don't use it to tease me. If you sell a painting, just bid honestly. Why bother to play tricks? This painting is indeed beautiful. The combination of artistic conception is also very ingenious, but it’s just that today’s people love landscapes and paintings, portraits of people are not popular, and this painting has a bloody side, whether it’s a gift or a decoration, probably no one will buy it What's more, it must have been made by a famous artist, and its age cannot be tested. It must be because your boss didn't hang it up, but because no one cares about it at all? I think the young man is a sensible person. Five taels of silver, I will definitely Wouldn’t it be a good idea to treat this painting as a treasure, and to settle your boss’s heartache together?”

The little guy was so blocked that he couldn’t speak, and what Yang Wensheng said made sense, and he couldn’t refute it, but seeing that the big fish he was about to catch was not a good one, he became anxious, and he hoped that he would be able to eat it as soon as he opened the store today. For three years, "Since you know how good it is, how can you be ashamed to spend a mere five taels of silver?"

"Because five liang of silver is enough."

The boy's teeth are about to be gritted, this man looks like a noble gentleman, how can he be a cunning miser!No, how can I admit defeat?Then he said with a mournful face:

"My lord, don't embarrass me. Five taels of silver is really not worth it, and even the mounting fee is not worth it. If you really like it, why do you still care about the 80 taels of silver? It seems that General Huashen Tu cannot afford the love of your son!"

Yang Wensheng was not annoyed, and even enjoyed it, asking: "Then are there any other paintings by this author?"

The boy said: "There is still another word, but it's just a fragment."

After speaking, he took out a simple wooden box from the drawer behind the counter and opened it. A piece of yellowed paper was stacked squarely. Several burn marks were as shocking as scars. The boy unfolded the words, which turned out to be burnt Pasted on a complete piece of paper, the inscription is still "Tang" in seal script.

Before Yang Wensheng had time to read what was written on it, the boy quickly put it away and said, "My lord, what's the matter, isn't this a superb handwriting? There may not be many people who can write such a good handwriting nowadays."

Yang Wensheng said: "It's a pity that most of them were burned."

The young man said: "Don't look at it as a fragment. You can't find a second one in today's world. You are a person who knows the goods. I will give you a loss today. The words and paintings are a total of 200 taels of silver. I am afraid that the boss will come back. He will still count on me."

Yang Wensheng said: "One hundred and fifty taels, no more."

The little fellow questioned: "Young master, why do you keep biting five taels?"

Yang Wensheng said with a smile: "There are parts and parts, it sounds comfortable."

The little guy thought, are you not feeling well at all? ! "180 taels, I really want to be scolded by the boss! Young master, don't embarrass the villain!"

"120 five taels, really can't be more!"

"160 taels, my lord can't let me lose this job!"

"Where can it be? 140 five taels, if you don't sell it, I will go."

Hearing this, the little guy quickly packed the calligraphy and painting and handed them to Yang Wensheng.

Liu Shanghe watched coldly from the beginning to the end, with a rather bad expression on his face.

Yang Wensheng didn't pay much attention to it, the two turned around and found a decent-looking restaurant, and as soon as they walked in, a waiter greeted them: "My lords, please come inside!"