Above men, you must treat people as people, and under people, you must treat yourself as people.

After years of ups and downs in the business world, Yun Shangxiao has gradually matured, perhaps because he is accustomed to deceit and intrigue in the business world, and he has become more confident and calm in handling affairs, and his father-in-law Sun Hongxuan also trusts him more, so he is naturally relieved to hand over more important business to him.

Yun Shangxiao has been wandering alone for many years, upholding the natural temperament of Shandong people, which makes him pay great attention to hometown and family affection. Every time he sees his hometown and hears the distant and familiar native sound, Yun Shangxiao will spontaneously feel a sense of original closeness in his heart, a strong warmth that cannot be expressed in words. What's even more special is that Yun Shangxiao, who has a strong family education background, especially when he can't see his fellow villagers suffering, no matter whether he is poor or young, he will be generous and help him every time he encounters him. Gradually, Yun Shangxiao is well-known in the circle of fellow villagers, and the virtuous people in his hometown have come to make friends, and Yuanlongsun Manor has gradually become a club for fellow villagers from Shandong.

Now, Yun Shangxiao's eldest son Yun Zihua is five years old, and his youngest son Yun Zigui is also one year old, and the two children are becoming more and more lovely. As his grandson grows up, perhaps tired of the bloody ups and downs of the business world, Sun Hongxuan now prefers to put down his business and spend more time at home and spend time with his family. The pleasure of teasing grandchildren is a pleasure that cannot be given by all money, status, and prestige. Perhaps in his heart, only this kind of sweet taste can soothe all the pain and hardship, and can truly achieve the peace and tranquility of the soul and the truth.

After being busy day by day, as his temples gradually turned gray, Sun Hongxuan realized more and more personally: companionship and staying together may be the warmest confession in the world.

In the afternoon of this day, Yun Shangxiao obtained two posthumous works of Zhang Quan, a senior from Lijin and a poet, and he did not distinguish between the true and the false. After thinking about it again and again, he sent someone to invite Shi Jingting, an instructor of the Northwest Army Officer Training Corps in Tianjin, to come and palm his eyes, and he hadn't been together for a while, so he just took the opportunity to chat.

What a coincidence, Shi Jingting was drinking tea and chatting with his colleague Li Xingcun at home, and when he saw Yun Shangxiao sending someone to invite, he smiled: It's better to be coincidental than lucky, both soldiers and fellow villagers, and they are not outsiders. So he pulled Li Xingcun and rushed over together.

Shi Jingting, the word Xiaoshan, his grandfather has been teaching for more than 30 years, and his family style is strict and his literary atmosphere is strong. Growing up in this environment since childhood, Shi Jingting was influenced by poetry and books, so although he was a soldier, he had the elegance of collecting calligraphy and paintings, and his ancient calligraphy and painting appraisal skills were beyond the reach of ordinary people, and he was quite famous in the circle of fellow villagers.

Shi Jingting and Li Xingcun came to Yun Shangxiao's study, and after greetings, Yun Shangxiao hurriedly took out two scrolls and handed them to Shi Jingting. Shi Jingting took out a magnifying glass, slowly unfolded it, and slowly and carefully screened it......

Yun Shangxiao and Li Xingcun met for the first time, and the two sat on the side drinking tea and chatting. I never thought that the more we pulled in, the more speculative they became, the more they chatted, the more interested they became, and the two of them actually had a feeling of cherishing each other and hating each other.

On the other side, Shi Jingting sometimes raised his head and frowned, sometimes lowered his head and pondered, looked at it for a long time, and did not say a word. Suddenly, he hurriedly came to the balcony with the scroll in his hand, and tasted it in the sun, and what was surprising was that he had to come to the scroll from time to time to sniff it......

"Brother Sasayama, do you want to taste it?! Hahaha......"

Seeing this, Li Xingcun laughed and joked. Shi Jingting and Yun Shangxiao couldn't help laughing loudly when they heard this.

Shi Jingting's eyes lit up, and he smiled and praised again and again: "Good thing! Great stuff! ——Filial piety brother Xingcun, you see, the overall layout of these two works is rigorous, the style of calligraphy is clumsy, vigorous, and has the legacy of the Han and Tang dynasties. At the same time, you look here: the ancient teacher pushes the new, the following changes, and has its own innovation - it is the style of the old-timers of Yinjie (note: Zhang Quanzi), which can be described as full of style! Besides, look at the payment and seal here...... Haha, no doubt about the real thing! Undoubtedly! Hahaha......".

Immediately afterwards, Shi Jingting said: "In fact, in addition to the necessary humanities, history and related professional knowledge for the appreciation of calligraphy and painting, Shi thinks that the method of identification is similar to our ancestral Chinese medicine diagnosis, and the four steps of looking, hearing, asking and cutting are indispensable - this is also a little experience of Shi." Hahaha......"

Yun Li and the others were also very excited when they heard it, and they praised their long knowledge again and again. So, the three of them continued to appreciate:

"Fengguo asked the old camp on the sidelines, and the previous dynasty set up troops several times.

So far, on the side of the bright moon and deserted city, there is a sound of iron horse Jingo at night. ”

Shi Jingting said: "This should be a poem written by the old-timer Ding Wei when he visited the old site of our Tiemen Pass in his hometown of Lijin. The former Iron Gate Pass is also a Xiongguan Mandao, where businessmen gather, and vehicles and ships diverge, which was so brilliant. It's only been a few decades, and the decline is fully revealed, and people go to close the air, and now they are full of withering, which is really regrettable! ”。

While sighing with emotion, he took another one:

"The salt flats are four hundred crowns in Shandong, and the chess is widely reprimanded.

Boiling the sea and boiling waves laughs at many things, and today's people are really artificial. ”

Shi Jingting also said, "This poem is written by Zhang Quan about the grand scene of our Lijin Yongfu Salt Farm, which was the largest salt farm in Shandong, with nearly 500 salt pond ......." When it comes to the salt farm, Yun Shangxiao can't help but think of the fifth brother Yun Shangxin who is far away at the mouth of the Yellow River, that is, Xilai: I haven't seen him for many days, and I don't know how the Xilai brothers are doing.

Shi Jingting, Li Xingcun, and Yun Shangxiao went deeper and deeper, and slowly talked about the recent oppression of Chinese merchants and the occupation of the wharf by the foreign powers led by the British merchants in Tianjin's business circles.

Unconsciously, the three of them chatted very late, and after dinner, Yun Shangxiao sent Shi Jingting and Li Xingcun downstairs, and by the way, he stuffed the two scrolls into Shi Jingting's car, and watched the two leave.

Just as he was about to turn around, he suddenly saw the butler limping through the side door with a man in his arms.