"If the little brother is interested, he can come to the Qin Kingdom."

Promised with a ridiculous smile, there was more excitement in the smile on his face, Peng Zu's descendants, even if they were some waste, were worth raising.

In the future, the Sun Chamber of Commerce will be fully rolled out, and he will not be short of money, and raising a person will not be difficult for him.

The bitterness on Xiao Er's face quickly changed to surprise, and then he recovered his bitterness and added a cup of herbal tea to himself: "It's still not possible, the Qin Kingdom is too far away, I still need to guard here." ”

"The guest is interested in the ancestor?"

"Hmm." Huang nodded, chuckled, and said, "Ling Zu is such a legendary figure, naturally fascinating, it is false to say that he is not interested." ”

"I'll give you a sum of money, give you a woman, let you continue the incense, pass on the ancestry, in exchange, can I take a look at the relics of Ling Zu?"

Abara can draw a knife to kill people and then take everything for himself.

However, he did not do so, and sometimes killing, is not the best way to solve the problem.

What's more, if you want to take it, you must give it first.

Exchanging women with goods is far more profitable for the famine than killing people.

Xiao Er looked at the mild-looking Wilderness, and nodded half-loudly: "Yes, I hope the guests will not lose their trust." ”

"Haha, people can't stand without faith."

The two exchanged for a while, negotiated some details, and finally reached an agreement, and they were all happy.

At the end, Xiao Er followed Huang to see Peng Zu's relics, only half a roll of worn-out special sheepskin, with some strange words written and patterns drawn in strange postures.

"Don't hide it from the guests, the relics of the ancestors, which have been handed down to this day, have long been lost, and I only have this half of the parchment roll here." Xiao Er smiled bitterly, with a hint of shame.

Left by the ancestors, but lost in the years, this is undoubtedly unfilial piety, and the descendants are too incompetent.

If you can't keep your family business, it's the biggest unfilial piety.

He took the parchment roll from the little second-hand, glanced at it, and couldn't help but wonder, he didn't know the words on it.

However, in the picture above, he can probably see that the painting is a little rough and there is too little movement.

Half a parchment scroll, sprinkled with more than a thousand words, but only eighteen and a half pairs of illustrations.

Xiao Er looked at the desolate look, and was a little ashamed: "This is what the ancestors handed down, there are some dirty eyes, I only saw it once, and I haven't seen it." ”

Glancing at Xiao Er, there was a hint of meaning on his ridiculous face, and he teased: "Are you sure you just watched it once?" Haven't seen it again? ”

"I ......"

This is a picture of the Spring Palace.

Xiao Er is young and vigorous, it is these extremely curious ages, how can he bear not to look at it once.

Before seeing the light, people can endure the darkness, but if they experience the light, who will not yearn for the light.

Ara understands this mentality very well.

Huang Tu is the most attractive, especially young and ignorant teenagers, who have seen many teachers fighting in the past.

"Little brother, can I copy a copy?" Ridiculous showed a smile that all men understand: "This picture is good, I will also observe it." ”

"Guests like it too?"

"Hmm."

For a while, the relationship between the two instantly became closer.

Everyone is a fellow practitioner, and they are extremely yearning for the tree-lined path, and Xiao Er also nodded with a chuckle: "No problem, this picture is really good." ”

"Haha......"

Araku copied a copy of the new parchment, and gave the old parchment scroll to Xiao Er, although he thought that the worn-out parchment scroll was a treasure.

Left some goods for Xiao Er, and left the wine stall without a deception, and at the same time agreed with Xiao Er that he would send him a batch of wine, a batch of food and women.

In the end, the two of them were happy in the end, Xiao Er got the women and goods he needed, and he got the parchment scroll that was most likely left by Peng Zu.

It's not the illustrations that he cares about, but the words on them that he doesn't recognize.

There are too few movements on the illustrations, only eighteen and a half, and if he wants, he can draw one hundred and eight.

After all, the teachers in those years taught very seriously, he studied very seriously, and he was so beautiful before he set foot on the cultivation of national arts.

……

Leaving the wine stall, he did not bother to study the information on the parchment, and galloped on his horse, and at sunset he finally saw a castle, like a giant beast crawling.

At this moment, the sun is setting, Luoyang City can be seen in the distance, this season is in the middle of summer, the land in front of Luoyang City is pale and yellow, and the surrounding mountains are verdant with green trees.

However, Luoyang City is like a decrepit old man curled up on the north bank of Luoshui.

In the scene of the setting sun, such a Luoyang is even more desolate and dilapidated, and the ancient city walls are full of mottled traces of time.

In Luoyang City, Zhou Wangji didn't even have a defender, only a Zhouzi Tianzi flag was waving in the wind, and this flag had faded.

Seeing this scene, the desolate heart was a little sad, the once invincible Zhou Dynasty had gone to decay.

Today's Zhou royal family has declined to only seven large and small cities, and the Qin state is getting poorer and poorer, and the land has shrunk by half compared to when the first princes were feuded.

Thinking of Yingquliang's entrustment, he couldn't help but smile bitterly, the current Zhou Wangji is already a mud bodhisattva crossing the river, and it is difficult to protect himself, let alone the Qin State.

Huang has never been to Luoyang, and the dilapidated and decay in front of him has broken the imagination of Zhou Wangji as the capital of heaven.

The royal power has declined, and the glory of the former Son of Heaven has long disappeared in the years, and maybe even the Zhou people don't care anymore.

A person who forgets the glory of his ancestors and the glory of his tribe is destined to be eliminated by the great world.

Walking into Luoyang, Huang went all the way to the center of the city and lived in the pavilion.

The white-haired old man in charge of the pavilion told him with difficulty that the minister in charge of reception was the current doctor, Fan Yu.

For Fan Yu, the wilderness is known.

Before leaving, Yingquliang gave him a detailed case file about Zhou Wangji, and he had a certain understanding of Zhou Wangji's character and ability.

This person has been out of office three times and resolved the covetousness of Wei, Chu, and Qi for Luoyang.

This man was a very capable strategist.

After eating something, he rested, and he didn't come to the door to find Fan Yu as soon as possible. Seeing Zhou Wangji's current situation, he had given up hope of asking for help.

Today's Zhou Wangji is poorer than Qin, and he wishes that Qin would be filial piety in turn, but how could he take out materials to help Qin.

The name of the Son of Heaven is no longer good.

The night was deep, and he stood in the room looking at the royal city in the distance, and sighed deeply for a long time.

He finally knew why whether it was Wei Ying, Shen Buxian, or even Wu Qi, Li Yan and others, they would rather choose Wei, Chu, Qin and other vassal states, but no one chose Zhou, the orthodoxy of the world.

Eight hundred years is too long.

Eight hundred years is enough to make a country decay and become struggling, and no one can save today's Zhou.