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When the Yangtze River rolls and flows close to Wuhan, it is more tortuous and circuitous, forming many river bends and sandbanks, and creating large areas of fertile and fertile fields on both sides, and the people are rich since antiquities. But this place is in the core of the Central Plains, extending in all directions, both land and water are convenient, and it is a place where soldiers must fight, as long as the war is together, it is bound to bear the brunt, so it has become a concentration of factional conflicts, as the city is getting bigger and bigger, all kinds of forces are gathered here, and it is becoming more and more mixed.

A place called Yan'erzhou by the river, the scenery is prosperous, it is not only a passenger and cargo wharf, but also a distribution center for trade goods, wine shops and inns are lined up, and various freight yards and shops are busy. Leaning against the river, there is a big teahouse, and on this day, Ding Changyou, Duan Laosan and others are all sitting in the teahouse drinking tea.

Everyone searched all the way along the river, did not hear the news of He Yuan, and were a little depressed, at this time, the war between the warlords in the north and the south generally subsided, and the army was not frequently moved, and some people said: "I have seen soldiers coming here." Others said, "Crowds of men, not like soldiers, and people not like people, got out of their ships and went straight to the city." But there has never been a reliable clue to He Yuan's whereabouts.

Everyone followed for several days, feeling that the hope was getting slimmer and slimmer, and they sat in the teahouse and drank stuffy tea, all of them silent. On the tea table next to him, there were two chatting old men, one of whom was bald and fat with a mysterious expression on his face, and said to the thin man at the same table: "Brother, did you hear the news of the fight in the town last night?" ”

"No," said the thin man disapprovingly, "when is there one day when there are fewer fights in our town?" Those who grab territory, fight for power and profit, fight and kill all day long, and even the army can't suppress it. ”

"This time it's a bit special," said the fat man, in a low voice, "the fights are made by outsiders, all with foreign accents, and they are not fighting for territory or power, but for a painting." ”

"Painting? What paintings, antiquities? Is it the heirloom of a famous artist? "The thin man is also interested.

"Hehe," the fat man smiled proudly, "antiquities are antiquities, but they are not masterpieces, and the painting is extremely rough, but it is painted by a military general who does not know how to write and ink." ”

"What the hell is going on?" The thin man asked. At this time, Ding Changyou and others also heard the fat man's words, and listened attentively while drinking tea.

Seeing that someone was paying attention, the fat man was even more proud, refilled a pot of tea, and said slowly: "Speaking of this general, it was a general under King Chu Zhao in the Ming Dynasty, King Chu Zhao, you know?" ”

"I know, it is the sixth son of Zhu Yuanzhang, who was sealed in Wuchang as the king of Chu, and has been sitting here for more than 40 years. You think I'm a fool. ”

The fat man laughed, "That's right, King Zhao was in our Wuhan back then, and he dominated for more than 40 years, that is the emperor of the soil, and this person can fight habitually, and he has military talent, and the southern barbarians are in chaos, it is he and Tang He, the founding general of the Ming Dynasty, who led the soldiers to level it in one fell swoop, and that battle made the southerners scattered, and they did not dare to act rashly for many years, and the name of King Chu Zhao shocked the world, it was really called a great strategy, and the enemy was bold......

"Wait," interrupted the thin man, "you haven't said anything about last night's fight, how about the old days." ”

"Last night's fight was related to the ancient King Zhao. Don't stare at it first, it's like this, think back then, King Zhao and Tang pacified the south, won a great victory, and led the troops back to the north, it was a combination of water and drought, and the things carried in it were not only weapons and grain and grass for war, but also a large number of rhino horn ivory, pearls and spices captured from the south, these heavy things, you say, is it by water, or by dry road? ”

"That's by water, of course."

"Guess right," said the fat man, "King Zhao loaded a boat full of these precious things, originally wanted to pay tribute to the capital and please his father, but he didn't want to, when he was about to return to Wuchang, the ship encountered a strong wind in the river, accidentally capsized, and the ship's precious goods all sank to the bottom of the river. ”

"Huh? What a pity. The thin man slapped his thigh.

"Later, King Zhao ordered people to salvage, but nothing was found."

The thin man rolled his eyelids and thought about it, and asked suspiciously: "No, the Yangtze River is not the sea, since the place of the shipwreck is not far from Wuchang, it is not difficult to find, such a big shipwreck, send a water ghost with good water nature, sneak into the ship, how can it not catch anything?" ”

"It's strange here," the fat man shook his head and said, "The ship is sinking, but King Zhao is not stupid, such a precious cargo, of course, will try to salvage it, but there is nothing in the ship, isn't it suspicious?" ”

"Yes, even if I change it, I feel suspicious."

"At that time, the escort of the ship, is a general surnamed Zhou, the official title guerrilla general, after the ship sank, General Zhou's whereabouts are unknown, not only him, together with some of his henchmen and generals, neither saw the corpse, nor saw the living, which made people even more suspicious, King Zhao was extremely angry, ordered someone to investigate the matter thoroughly, and later found out that on the eve of the sinking of the ship, many people quietly transported goods from the ship, loaded in a cart, covered with black cloth, taking advantage of the dark moon and high wind, I don't know where to go."

The fat man's words attracted the attention of the surrounding neighboring tables, Ding Changyou and others also listened attentively, the fat man saw that everyone was listening, he became more and more proud, gesturing like a storyteller, and continued: "Everyone, everyone must have guessed that the goods must have been stolen by General Zhou, and the surname Zhou saw the wealth and quietly transported the treasures, and then pretended that the wind was strong, and the ship was scuttled and sunk, making it a wreck, and when King Zhao understood, he had already gone away and flew high, but there is a point here, this place is the territory of King Zhao, and King Zhao is full of people, How far can he go with all this cargo? A ship full of goods, not a small number, must be a big wind when walking, if you want to hide from King Zhao's eyes and ears, I am afraid that it is very difficult. ”

The thin man slapped his thigh, "He hid the goods." ”

The fat man laughed, "Brother, you're right, that's exactly what Zhou Guerrilla did." He chose a secret place to hide the goods in advance, and then, overnight, buried the things properly, and flew away with his men. King Zhao searched for it, but did not find the goods, so he had to give up. ”

The thin man tilted his head and thought for a while, "Dude, you don't mean that this batch of treasures has reappeared, and it is related to last night's fight." ”

"Hehe," the fat man had an unfathomable look on his face, "the treasure has appeared, but it has not yet appeared, but there is a picture, but it has appeared, it is said that General Zhou buried the goods very secretly, in order to record the location of the treasure, he hand-painted an ink painting, the location information of things in the painting." According to Zhou's guerrilla idea, wait for three or two years, personnel changes, things change, and some things are in the limelight, and then he takes out the treasures and makes a fortune. But what he didn't expect was that King Zhao sat in Wuchang and stayed for more than 40 years, and he has always been obsessed with the loss of treasures. That ink painting has been handed down and is known as 'Zhou Guerrilla Painting'. (To be continued.) )