Happy Tycoon

Chapter 283 This painting.

Yang Jing couldn't tell why the painting attracted his attention so much, but the strong sense of attraction made him want to walk over it involuntarily.

This feeling made Yang Jing startled. He had never encountered such a feeling since he was a child, that strong sense of being attracted, as if... well, it seemed that something in his body was attracted by that Sub-painting attracts.

Huh? Something in my body is attracted? Yang Jing, who came back to his senses, immediately realized that it was not himself who was really attracted by the painting, but the holy ring in his body!

Yang Jing immediately asked about Shengjie, but to Yang Jing's surprise, Shengjie, who knew everything about his problems these days, was silent at this time. But Yang Jing, as the host of Shengjie, could clearly feel Shengjie's desire for that painting.

It is like a traveler who has been thirsty for five or six days in the desert, and suddenly sees the desire produced by the oasis.

Since getting the Holy Ring, it seems that there has never been such a situation in the Holy Ring, which shocked Yang Jing. At the same time, this unusual performance of the Holy Ring also made Yang Jing suddenly understand one thing, that is, since this picture scroll can strongly attract the Holy Ring, it must be right to take it down!

As the saying goes, If there is a murder, the mistake is never let go, isn't that what you are talking about?

Although Yang Jing still has no way of knowing why this rather dilapidated picture scroll would bring such a strong attraction to the Holy Ring, but since this happened, it was absolutely right to take it down!

So Yang Jing didn't bother to go back, and ran a few steps quickly, came to the middle-aged man who was cleaning up the booth, and said with a smile: Brother, can you clean up slowly? Let me take a look at the booth. a painting?

The middle-aged man froze for a moment, looked at Yang Jing, then looked at the sky, and said a little embarrassedly: Brother, it's already dawn, if I don't leave, the administrator may come to arrest me soon. up

These days, there is no difference between Jinling and Yanjing. It has only been a few years since the great turmoil ended, and the common people are still very vigilant. Especially for these stall owners in the ghost market, one who is not paying attention may be caught, and then there is a great possibility that he will be labeled as a big speculator and caught in.

Now that he was getting closer to the painting, Yang Jing could feel the desire of the holy ring more clearly. Because the holy ring has been integrated with himself, even when Yang Jing looked at the painting, he swallowed a mouthful of saliva involuntarily. That appearance is full of an old woman who has been holding back for twenty years. The ghost saw a charming , a big beautiful woman making a show of her head.

Fortunately, the middle-aged man continued to lower his head to clean up his booth after saying that, otherwise, if he saw Yang Jing like this, he might be scared away immediately.

Yang Jing scratched his head and thought for a while, seeing that the stall owner was about to tidy up the stall, Yang Jing couldn't care about anything else, and said in a low voice: Brother, my grandfather's birthday is next month, and his old man I like ink and landscape paintings very much, so I wanted to give my grandfather a painting as a birthday present on his birthday. I just saw that the scroll in your hand seems to be a landscape painting, so I just...

Before Yang Jing finished speaking, the middle-aged man waved his hand and interrupted Yang Jing, and said with a smile: Brother, this is not a place to talk, if you really want to, let's go to another place to continue talking. Here, look over there, it seems that someone is coming, I have to withdraw quickly.

Yang Jing looked in the direction pointed by the stall owner. With the light of the sky, he could vaguely see a group of people walking towards here in the distance.

Although there is no urban management these days, the public security is even stronger at this time. Don't forget, China has not fully banned guns these days, and the official police in this era can even carry out patrols with guns. Unlike later generations, the police are not allowed to carry guns without major police missions.

Yang Jing turned his head and said, Brother, where are you going? I'll go with you.

The middle-aged man nodded, got on the tricycle neatly, pointed to the side of the tricycle and said, Sit there, I'll take you away!

Yang Jing said no need intentionally, but then he thought about it, the stall owner had already packed all the things on the tricycle, and covered it with a big white cloth that was already dirty, so he just rode the tricycle. It is estimated that no one will pay attention, but if he trots behind, there must be more people paying attention.

After thinking about it, Yang Jing landed on the side of the tricycle with one buttock. The middle-aged man was unambiguous, and as soon as he exerted strength on his legs, the tricycle immediately started to start quickly.

Even with Yang Jing's weight of more than 140 kilograms, the tricycle still runs very fast.

After the tricycle turned a corner and left Chaotiangong West Street, the middle-aged man on the tricycle turned his head and asked, Brother, where are you from? I don't think your accent sounds like a native of Jinling.

Yang Jing was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said: Brother, I am from Jiangning County in the south, but my father never came back when he went out as a soldier, and I have been living in Lu Province in the north. This is not my grandfather's 70th birthday. My mother and I came back together to pay respects to my grandfather's birthday.

Oh, let me tell you, it's no wonder that your accent has a touch of Lu Sheng. After a pause, the middle-aged man smiled and said, Speaking of which, we are a bit opposite, my mother's family is from Lu Sheng. At the time of **** in the zero year, there was no food at home, and even my father starved to death, so my mother led me and my sister to flee to this place, and later my mother married my current Father, I just stayed here. Hey, it’s been more than 20 years now, and I was only in my teens when I came here with my mother.”

Only then did Yang Jing realize that this middle-aged man who seemed to be in his forties was actually only in his thirties now.

Yang Jing also couldn't help but sigh with emotion, this era really can't be compared with later generations. In later generations, a forty-year-old man looks like a thirty-year-old man, and now it's the other way around

Life is so stressful these days!

The elder brother seemed quite willing to chat with people, and after saying what he said just now, he asked as if he remembered something: I was too busy talking just now, and I haven't asked your brother's name yet?

Oh. No expensive words. My surname is Yang, the Yang of the poplar tree. How about you, brother?

My surname is Zhao, which follows my stepfather's surname. Originally, my surname was Guo, but during the three-year famine, the whole family except my mother, me and my sister all starved to death, so after my mother remarried , I took my stepfather's surname.

As he spoke, he shrugged his shoulders again, and cursed, This damn God!

While the two were talking, Brother Zhao dragged Yang Jing around the small alley seven times and eight times, almost bewildered Yang Jing, and then stopped in front of a courtyard.

This was an ordinary small courtyard in Jinling in the early 1980s. Brother Zhao got out of the car, opened the courtyard door, and pushed the three wheels in. As soon as he entered the door, he shouted loudly: Mom, there is a guest.

With this voice, the screen door of the house was pushed open, and an old woman who looked about sixty years old came out from inside.

Xiao Zheng is back? Who is this?

Mom, this is a little brother I met in the market. This brother Yang wanted to buy our painting, but just in time for the market manager to come, I brought Brother Yang to our house to talk about it. Mom, is my dad feeling better?

Hey, your dad is still the same, and now he is waiting for you to make money to buy medicine.

As she said that, the old lady smiled at Yang Jing: Young man, come and sit in the house, the house is chaotic, don't mind.

Thank you, auntie. Yang Jing said politely, and followed the old lady into the house. This room is a very ordinary bungalow north room. The lights are on in the room, which is fairly bright, but there is a strong smell of Chinese herbal medicine in the room. Obviously, there are sick people in the room, and they should be seriously ill.

Not long after entering the room, Brother Zhao came in with the scroll in his hand.

Brother Yang, did you just want to ask about this painting?

Yang Jing nodded, and was about to say something when Brother Zhao said, Come on, let's take a look in the room, there is no place for this painting here.

But I didn't expect that as soon as the words fell, a weak voice sounded in the room: Zhao Zheng, that painting can't be sold, it is a family heirloom handed down from the ancestors of our old Zhao family.

Zhao Zheng shook his head helplessly, gave Yang Jing a calm expression, then opened the curtain and walked into the back room. After a while, Yang Jing clearly heard a quarrel coming from inside.

Dad, let's see what you look like? Why are you still clinging to that heirloom? If you are sick, if you don't go to the hospital for treatment, then there is a possibility that it will deteriorate.

If it gets worse, it gets worse. Anyway, my old man won't live long, but that painting was passed down from the ancestors of our old Zhao family, so it can't be sold. If I sell it, how can you tell me to meet my ancestors after I die!

Dad, you want to see our ancestors, so wait! No matter how important the painting is as a family heirloom, it is not as important as your body. After selling this painting, you will have money to see a doctor, and you will surely live three more years. Ten years, wait until you are a hundred years old and then go to see the ancestors of our old Zhao family.

Zhao Zheng's mother obviously also heard the quarrel inside, smiled apologetically at Yang Jing, opened the door curtain and walked in, and then there was a voice of comfort from inside.

Old Zhao, just listen to Xiao Zheng. It's just a painting. If you lose your life, how can you let me live? Listen to Xiao Zheng this time, we should treat the disease first. ah!

Zhao Zheng followed suit, and after a while, the old voice stopped talking.

As soon as the curtain was lifted, Zhao Zheng came out from the back room, smiled wryly at Yang Jing, picked up the somewhat thick and outrageous painting scroll, and walked to another room, Yang Jing immediately got up and walked in