After Wang Shao'an returned, several people had already pulled out the carriage and reorganized a courtyard to prepare for rest. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Brother Shao'an, you don't really want to kidnap that female bandit to be the head of the village, right?" Yue Lei asked.

"Haha, if only that were the case. Wouldn't it be nice to be a bandit and bandit, eat meat and drink wine, and be happy in the rivers and lakes? Wang Shaoan said with a smile.

"It's a false alarm, let's sleep, in order to prevent the accident from happening again, I will keep vigil." Wang Shaoan said to everyone.

"Master, I'll take your place in an hour and a half." Cao Hu said.

On the second day, as soon as the sun rose, everyone went on the road, and the road north of the Huai River was far less easy to walk than the road in the Song Kingdom, so the speed of the road slowed down. However, there were no bandits and bandits all day.

Further north, the crowd gradually increased, the journey took a total of six days, and finally arrived outside Kaifeng in the afternoon of the sixth day.

"This will be the former capital, and it really deserves its name." Looking at the towering city tower and the tall city wall extending to both sides, everyone felt a sense of heroism in their hearts.

"Although it was occupied by the Jin people, the foundation laid by the Song people is still there, and looking at this prosperity, it is no less than Lin'an Mansion." Zhao Xiaobai said with emotion.

After some investigation, the group drove three or two carriages into Kaifeng City.

After entering the city, everyone found that before the opening of the cover, Lin'an Mansion was really small and prosperous.

Horse-drawn carriages coming and going, thriving shops, and cargo ships coming and going on the Bianhe River.

"Although this Bianjing is very lively, but this scene is not as good as before, the Queen Mother often told me before her death that the prosperity of Bianjing is gone forever, and it is impossible to restore the prosperity of the year." Zhao Xiaobai said.

"This is not prosperous, how prosperous Kaifeng City was decades ago! However, now the Jin people are also slowly assimilated by the culture of the Song people, you see on the street, there are a few people wearing clothes that are not my Great Song Kingdom, and most of the people among them are at least the Jin people who moved from the north. Wang Shaoan and several others sighed. He saw the curious eyes of the crowd looking around, and decided to have a good time.

From the moment you enter the city, it is a lively scene, and the city is even more lively. Although Beijing is the capital of Jinguo, the prosperity of Beijing is far less than that of Kaifeng, so Kaifeng has the momentum of the second capital of Jinguo.

Walking to the bridge, an old man who set up a stall to sell calligraphy and paintings attracted Wang Shao'an's attention, the old man was about sixty years old, his beard was white, and his lean face had a slightly depressed expression. He was writing a dragon and snake, concentrating on sketching on the paper. There are a lot of paintings hanging next to him, basically all of them are houses, bridges, pavilions and other buildings. Among them, there is a picture that is more than five meters long, which makes Wang Shaoan boil.

"Qingming Riverside Map! What a priceless treasure! ”

Wang Shaoan hurriedly walked over and excitedly saw the other end from one end of the picture. The painting shows a vivid picture of Bianjing, or Kaifeng, from the outskirts to the city. The Bianjing on the painting is far more prosperous than what you see today. All kinds of people, cattle, mules, donkeys and other livestock, cars, sedan chairs, large and small boats, houses, bridges, castle towers, etc. have their own characteristics.

"It's exactly the same as what I saw in a museum!" Wang Shaoan couldn't help but want to reach out and touch it.

"You can only see, not touch." The old man's hoarse voice came.

"It's rude, it's rude."

Wang Shaoan retracted his hand, still admiring this treasure, he really didn't expect that as soon as he opened the seal, he came across the Qingming Riverside map.

The old man originally made a living by selling calligraphy and paintings, and his business was also cold, but finally a person who appreciated his works came, and he immediately cheered up a little and concentrated on completing the unfinished works in his hands.

"Master, why are you more excited to see this painting than to see gold?" Shi Dazhuang came up and looked at it a few times, and immediately felt bored.

"What do you know, this picture of the river during the Qingming Festival is art! It is not just a painting, but shows the background of contemporary life, you see, this degree of prosperity can be called a big city! But the author of this painting is not just trying to show this. See the essence through the phenomenon. Developed commerce reflects people's economic level, but behind this, there are heavy taxes. That's why these people carry their burdens, push carts, row boats, and go out day and night to make ends meet. Looking at this side again, the officers and soldiers are lazy and the taxes are heavy, which is called being born in sorrow and dying in peace. This is a picture of prosperity and danger. Wang Shaoan excitedly explained to several people.

Everyone heard it in a fog, only Zhao Xiaobai nodded solemnly while watching.

"This descendant has a vision." The old man didn't stand on the stage, and continued to paint in his hand.

"Sir, do you know the author of this picture?" Wang Shaoan bowed to the old man and asked respectfully.

"Old decay is." The old man said a little proudly.

"You are Zhang Hanlin, Zhang Lao! The kid has eyes and doesn't know Tarzan, it's rude! Wang Shaoan's eyes suddenly gave birth to reverence.

"The old man is no longer an official, and now he is just an old man who sells calligraphy and paintings on the side of the road, and he hasn't sold a single piece for half a year, so I'm ashamed, ashamed!"

"Shao'an, do you know this old gentleman?" Zhao Xiaobai asked.

"Zhang Zeduan Zhang Hanlin, this big name is like thunder, and now he sees a real person, it is really worth the trip. Mr. Zhang and Emperor Huizong are also monarchs and friends. Mr. Zhang, the kid is not wrong, right? Wang Shaoan said. There are almost no historical records of Zhang Zeduan, only his paintings and names have been passed down, I can't imagine that I can still see great painters in history, I am afraid that painting bridges, houses and other buildings, Zhang Zeduan should be no one before or since.

"Yes! The first emperor treats the old and decayed like a mountain! The inspiration for this picture of the Qingming Riverside is also the inspiration of His Majesty the Emperor! Boy, how do you know the name of this painting? The old man has never announced the name of this painting? The old man asked.

"It doesn't matter, Mr. Zhang, do you really want to sell this painting? How much are you going to sell it for? Wang Shaoan asked.

"Three hundred thousand taels."

"What! 300,000! No wonder you don't open for half a year! When your painting is so valuable, can you still be like this? When Yue Lan heard the number of 300,000, she was so shocked that her jaw dropped.

"Humph! Little girl! Speak insolently! Zhang Zeduan's wrinkled face immediately turned cold, obviously unhappy by Yue Lan's collision.

"How do you know my daughter?"

Zhang Zeduan just glanced at Yue Lan with disdain and did not answer.

Wang Shaoan bowed his hand again and said politely: "300,000 is not expensive at all, old man, I bought this painting." (To be continued.) )