Chapter 65 Zhang Boju

After putting away the pen, Wang Yao let out a long breath, and subconsciously glanced out the window, the fiery red sun plated the town with a layer of red, and the bluestone brick road that had been trampled by countless people reflected a dazzling red glow, which made Wang Yao can't help but close his eyes. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

"Forty years ago, it was this street, this location. Hu Congwu's faint voice sounded in Wang Yao's ears.

Wang Yao didn't open his eyes, because the red was too dazzling.

"From the tomb of Wu Xun to this street, those who beat gongs and drums, put Wu Xun's bones on an iron frame, beat them with whips, and let the people smash eggs, and burned the bones in the small square in front of the road, as well as those documents left by Wu Xun back then. ”

Hu Congwu's voice was very weak, as if he was afraid that someone would hear half of it, and he didn't dare to add a trace of emotion.

"Before those people came, the people of this town would toast a glass of wine in front of Wu Xun's tomb every year to thank him for his education, but after those people came, they dug up the tomb, burned the bones, and dug out the hearts of the people, and all of them had a big black hole in their chests, which was darker than the tomb that was cut open. ”

Hu Congwu's voice brought Wang Yao into another dimension, and the picture he described made Wang Yao shudder, and in that heart-wracking procession, Wang Yao wanted to find something on the faces of the onlookers, called conscience.

"This hole has been dark for thirty years. Hu Cong went up to the window to hide the scarlet of the place.

Wang Yao slowly opened his eyes, looked at Hu Congwu and asked in a deep voice, "Mr. Hu, what were you thinking at that time?"

Hu Congwu knocked on the cigarette stick, squinted his eyes slightly and shook his head, "I forgot, I can't remember." ”

"Alright, Xiaoyao, it's time for us to eat. At this time, Mr. Big's voice suddenly came.

Wang Yao and Hu Congwu paused for a moment and got up at the same time.

"I'll take this book and take a look. Mr. Big shook the book in his hand and smiled.

Hu Congwu glanced at the cover and arched his hand, "Please." ”

"We're going to stay in this town for a few days, and we're staying at the Friendship Hotel at the front of town. Mr. Big smiled at Hu Congwu, and led Jin Wensheng and Wang Yao to say goodbye.

Wang Yao bowed to Hu Congwu and helped him close the door.

"Yo, are you leaving, don't you stay for a meal?" the middle-aged woman greeted warmly as she went downstairs.

"No, excuse me. Wang Yao took out two hundred yuan and put it on the counter on the first floor, so that the middle-aged woman could not find out.

The grandfather returned to the hotel and ordered a table of dishes.

Mr. Big rarely let Wang Yao beat half a catty of wine and drank with Jin Wensheng.

"That Mr. Hu is a scholar. Jin Wensheng said.

"Of course, he is still a poor scholar, just like his master. Mr. Big drank a little wine, a little drunk, and his voice was much brighter.

"How did you tell that his master was Master Zhang Boju?" Jin Wensheng asked curiously?

"I've known his master for half my life, if I can't recognize him, how can I call him a friend?" Mr. Big said with a smile, "When I was criticized, I starved to death on the street without relatives, and he took me to my home." ”

Wang Yao came back to his senses and glanced at Mr. Big, "Is this Mr. Zhang Boju your old friend?"

"Haven't you heard his name?" said Mr. Big.

Wang Yao scratched his head in embarrassment, "I'm lonely, you're not not." ”

"It's not that you're lonely and unheard, it's that Mr. Boju's reputation is not obvious. Jin Wensheng said softly.

Mr. Big shook his head and waved his hand, "Impossible, not to mention his talent, just with his connections and his collections, how can he not be famous? In the antique world, there is still a person in the Dragon Kingdom who can be more famous than him?"

Jin Wensheng pursed his lips, "In the early days of the founding of the People's Republic of China, the domestic situation was complicated, Mr. Zhang continued to donate his life to the museum, and won praise, but no one cared about it, and when the country attached importance to the protection of cultural relics, Mr. Zhang was no longer alive." ”

Mr. Big's eyes were straight and his breath was short.

"Breathe down, peace of mind. Wang Yao was startled and hurriedly got up to comfort Mr. Big.

A few minutes later, Mr. Big looked at Jin Wensheng with red eyes, "What did you win?"

Jin Wensheng pursed his lips, "I heard that I won a pennant and a bonus of 500." ”

After hearing this, Mr. Big suddenly calmed down, took a drink from his wine glass, and said with a miserable smile, "It's really their doing." ”

patted Wang Yao, "Come, sit, I'll tell you about this Zhang Boju"

Wang Yao did a good job, and looked at Mr. Big a little nervously, worried that something would happen to him.

Mr. Big seemed to be drunk, talking and singing at the same time.

looked like an old naughty boy, but Wang Yao could clearly see the flickering tears in Mr. Big's eyes, faint and unwilling.

Mr. Da is the fourth son of the Republic of China, and the other three are the warlord Zhang Xueliang, the Qing court royal family Pu Dong, and after this official businessman, Mr. Big's cousin Zhang Boju.

Zhang Boju's father was Zhang Zhenfang, a jinshi in the Guangxu period, Yuan Shikai's brother-in-law, and after Yuan Shikai became the governor of Zhili, he let him manage the salt administration.

In ancient times, salt merchants were the richest merchants, not to mention the officials who managed the philosophical salt merchants.

Moreover, Zhang Boju's family also founded the first bank in the north - Yanye Bank.

Zhang Boju is the eldest son of his biological father to Zhang Zhenfang, he changed his father at the age of six, and it did not affect Zhang Boju, because he was gifted since he was a child, he entered the world at the age of 7, and he was able to write poetry at the age of 9, and he never forgot it.

Of course, Mr. Big was also a prodigy back then.

Later, Zhang Boju was sent to a British-run college, and after graduation, he was sent to the warlord for training, but Zhang Boju did not like to be in politics, and quit the military despite the opposition of his parents, and lived the life of a 'gentleman' literati.

followed a group of famous talents at that time to find flowers and willows, and chanted poems.

Zhang Boju loves opera and quyi art, the first wife is the family's relatives, and the second concubine is a Jingyun drum artist.

Although Zhang Boju is 'gentle', he does not smoke, drink, gamble, or wear suits and shoes, and is always a long shirt, although he occasionally looks for flowers and willows.

Zhang Boju is a clean man, he can tolerate what he thinks is right, what he doesn't like is to completely refuse, his second concubine smoked a lot, and then Zhang Boju stayed away from her.

Later, Zhang Boju became obsessed with collecting, especially literati calligraphy and painting, the first one was a banner 'Cong Bi Mountain House', the imperial pen of Emperor Kangxi.

Since then, he has been the same as Mr. Big, Mr. Big changed his name to Hanyun because of "Shu Road Cold Cloud Map", and Zhang Boju changed his name to Cong Bi because of this "Cong Bi Mountain House", and named his house "Cong Bi Mountain House".

This house used to be the residence of Li Lianying, who played Tai Chi.

Until Zhang Zhenfang's death, he entrusted Zhang Boju to take care of his family, and Zhang Boju officially took over the chairman of Yanye Bank.

At the beginning of the Northern Expedition, the Salt Industry Bank moved from the capital to Mingzhu, and Zhang Boju naturally had to look for flowers and willows in order to expand his contacts in Mingzhu.

At this time, he met the famous prostitute Pan Su, Pan Su is a descendant of Pan Shien in the previous dynasty, born in a famous family since childhood, proficient in music and female popularity, and later fell into the Qing court in the middle of the family, Pan Su was sold to a brothel.

Because of Qingli's appearance and talent, as well as her ability to play the pipa well, she soon became a popular person and was known as 'Concubine Pan' in Shanghai.

When Zhang Boju first saw Pan Su, he was shocked and put pen to paper

Pan Bu is light in his palm, and ten steps are fragrant and dusty

The concubine played the song, and the Qianqiu Hu language entered the pipa'

Compare Pan Su to Zhao Feiyan and Wang Zhaojun.

The two fell in love at first sight, but there were some ups and downs, and a local warlord also valued Pan Su, and later Zhang Boju took a lot of trouble to marry Pan Su into the door.

For Pan Su, Zhang Boju scattered his family property and divorced his two wives, and favored Pan Su alone, Pan Su loved painting, Zhang Boju invited Zhu Defu, the great painter at that time, and asked Pan Su to apprentice to the master Xia Renhu, Pan Su seemed to become another 'Dong Xiaowan' by virtue of his talent.

Dong Xiaowan, one of the eight Yanyan of Qin Huai in the late Ming Dynasty, although he was helpless to fall into the dust, he was worried about national affairs and was happy with his patriotism.

In addition, in the love that a talented man braved to open up Xinjiang, he became a woman with a better ending in Qin Huai Bayan, and Dong Xiaowan's talent is proud of many people.