The night before the passenger ship arrived in Xuzhou, many things had settled.

Everyone was preparing how to hire a car and how to organize their things after going ashore, and confirmed each other's routes to Beijing, and discussed them before they went to sleep.

Although the person in charge of the line is a shopkeeper of the Fan family, after all, there are two gentlemen with heads and faces here, Wen Duan and Cheng Yuan, and many things are naturally impossible to make decisions easily.

After confirming all this, the shopkeeper and the ship's boss settled the ship's money, drank wine, laughed and chatted a few gossips, and said something like "I will have to bother you next year".

The boss of this ship is a middle-aged man in his forties, with a fierce spirit on his weathered face, fortunately he is kind and kind, although his face is a little scary, but he always laughs, but it will not scare the female dependents.

"Zhao's shopkeeper has a prosperous business, I see that there are a lot of calligraphy and paintings in the warehouse this time, I think I can make a lot of money after I arrive in Bianliang City!" The boat boss carried the wine bag, raised his head and took two sips.

Shopkeeper Zhao said with a smile: "The calligraphy and painting industry is uncertain, even if it is a famous masterpiece, whether it can be sold at a good price depends on luck." ”

The captain smiled when he heard this, and said no more.

At night, the ship anchored in a small port, and the four fields were cold and lonely, only smelling the flowing water.

It was in the middle of the dark and windy night that the warehouse of the cabin was opened, and a few sneaky figures went back and forth only a few times, and the warehouse was emptied.

"Leave a few, don't be found when Shopkeeper Zhao inspects the goods tomorrow morning." The boat boss grabbed the arm of the last man and muffled his voice.

The man naturally took the order and put the box in his hand down again.

After a while, several large boxes were brought back again, and inside were also heavy scrolls of calligraphy and painting, and there was nothing unusual to see.

After the good life was laid out in the warehouse according to the previous appearance, the boat boss took another sip of the wine bag from his waist, wiped the remaining wine on his lips and beard with his sleeve, and whispered: "Shop the real thing on the top." Shopkeeper Zhao and we are also old acquaintances, at most we can check the goods on the upper floor. ”

He had drunk so much alcohol today that his eyes were a little red.

When everything was ready, the captain of the ship stood on the deck, watching the carriage with soft cloth rolled on its wheels moving silently, and his heart felt as if a stone had been blocked, and he swallowed it all over his body.

"Boss doesn't have to think too much, if we weren't cornered, we wouldn't have done such a thing."

The old crew next to him comforted.

The captain of the boat did not respond, but just looked at the night overhead, thinking about his dead wife and crippled child. The anger surged silently, and gradually, the stones that had been blocked there burned into ashes.

"If it weren't for Hua Shigang, my sister-in-law wouldn't have died. Those bitches raised officials! It's just a matter of doing everything to transport the flower Shigang, and you even took advantage of the eldest brother when you were not at home to attack your sister-in-law! This Fan family...... Although people are all good people, they are also things that collude with the government, and they are all doing the business of high-class people. Even if you lose such a shipload of goods, I'm afraid it's like tickling, and you don't care at all. Eldest brother! We sold these goods, took the money and went straight to Liangshan! My brother was messing around there, and he sent me a message a few days ago, saying that he was a very good person and a good life. Oh, I understand, in this world, being a good person can't live long! ”

The captain listened and poured another sip of wine down his throat. The liquor in Saibei, after entering the throat, was like a knife, cutting out the throat to the lower abdomen, a bloody pain, but it hurt enough to be pleasant.

"Things can be stolen, people can't hurt them." The boss of the boat commanded in a dumb voice, "Let Lao Qiyi put a pair of Zhaozi highlights, the little lady of the Fan family is also what I grew up watching." If he dares to do it, I will cut his brother and feed the fish! Damn, that Fan girl...... I've also played with it on my shoulders and fished by hand...... Lao Tzu owes them the Fan family in this life, and if he still has his life in the future, he will naturally pay it back. ”

The old crew sighed: "The boss is benevolent." ”

"The trick of cheating, benevolence and righteousness!"

The ship's boss cursed with red eyes.

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A boatload of paintings and calligraphy, seven or eight boxes. As the crew said, in fact, for the Fan family, it is not too much, and even if it is lost, it will not shake the foundation and foundation of the Fan family.

However, these paintings and calligraphy were sold by a dealer at will, and after a few turns, they scattered like scattered starlight, each with its own fortune.

Some famous calligraphy and paintings returned to the south of the Yangtze River and were bought by ordinary people as ordinary paintings.

Some of them were scattered in Xuzhou, and the local calligraphy and painting shops and pawn shops bought them cheaply and sold them at high prices.

There are also some who, after repeated transactions of several hands, actually came back to their original destination, Bianliang City.

In the era of "long days of peace, the characters are complicated, the children with drooping hair, but Xi is inspired, the old man is white, and he does not know how to fight" (note), these paintings and calligraphy are like flowing water, flowing and winding around without warning, and I don't know when and where they will appear, and they will eventually fall into the hands of someone.

On this day, the summer was scorching and the heat was noisy.

Bianliang City walks south along the royal street, crosses the state bridge, and after the streets and alleys outside the Zhuque Gate, it is a prosperous place of flowers and willows.

At this twilight, the heat has not yet dissipated.

A man wearing a purple shirt with a ribbon curved collar and large sleeves silk mid-top, a placket with a dark gold thread hook, and only a pair of white silk socks was peeling a lychee with his hand, humming a little song quite leisurely, and slowly eating the lychee into his mouth.

Behind him, there was a person fanning him, and a few paintings and calligraphy were displayed in front of him, allowing him to enjoy them.

"Official, what are you looking at?"

Footsteps sounded, and a woman with a beautiful national color turned out from behind the screen with a drink.

"Master, come and see this painting." The man smiled and grabbed the woman by the waist and pointed to a strange painting on the table.

The painting was glowing with a layer of oil when viewed from a distance, and when I went in and out, it turned out to be a landscape, but for a while I couldn't tell whether it was gold or gold paper, and it was colorful and looked very peculiar.

"In my eyes, I have never seen a painting like this." The man shook his head with a smile, took the silver pot directly from the woman's hand, and took a sip of it to his mouth.

"Maybe it's a young and ignorant guy who scribbles at will." The woman laughed, her eyes flashed, and she smiled smartly, "Where did the housekeeper get it from?" ”

The man shook his head and said with a smile: "The colors are all deliberately adjusted, I have never seen it." Is it Chu Feng? I've never heard of this name, otherwise it's interesting to call it to discuss one or two. ”

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Note: Both sentences are from Meng Yuanlao's "Tokyo Menghualu"