"Jiangning River Map, Zhao Lingrang, 1126."
"Along the River During the Qingming Festival, Zhang Zeduan, 1101."
The answer given by the Holy Ring was like a bolt from the blue, and Yang Jing was so shocked that his head almost smoked.
"Qing, qing, qing...Along the River During the Qingming Festival?! The damn thing was painted by Zhang Zeduan?" Yang Jing almost howled.
"If there is a painting of Along the River During the Qingming Festival by Zhang Zeduan here, then who painted the one in the Palace Museum's collection? That is the authentic work of Zhang Zeduan recognized by many people! But the Holy Ring cannot be wrong... Could it be... Could it be that even the one in the Palace Museum's collection is an imitation by later generations?" Almost in an instant, Yang Jing's mind turned countless circles, but no matter how fast his brain turned, he couldn't figure out why he had a painting of Along the River During the Qingming Festival by Zhang Zeduan in his hand.
"Brother Yang, are you okay?" A voice that seemed to come from a very far away place, with difficulty pulling Yang Jing out of his fast-spinning thoughts.
Yang Jing shook his head, let out a long breath, and forced a smile on his face to hide his inner shock. Then he said, "It's okay, I just suddenly remembered something else."
"Oh, I'm glad you're alright. Then Brother Yang, I'll be waiting for you at home today."
Zhao Zheng is obviously urging you to "go home and get the money"...
Yang Jing sorted out his chaotic thoughts, smiled and said, "Brother Zhao, Auntie, don't worry, I'll leave right away and will definitely be back before noon."
In fact, if Zhao Zheng's family had a bicycle, Yang Jing would have the confidence to return within two hours, but in this era, bicycles are really big items, and ordinary families cannot afford them. A bicycle ticket alone is enough to stop most people.
The tricycle that Zhao Zheng rode in the morning was also assembled by Zhao Zheng and his father a few years ago. The frame was welded by Zhao Zheng's father in the factory, and the wheels were bought from a scrap collection station. Zhao Zheng told Yang Jing this in person on the way here.
Although the tricycle is easy to tinker with, Zhao Zheng and his father can't tinker with the bicycle...
So Yang Jing could only take bus No. 2 to the long-distance bus station, then wander around for the whole morning, and then leisurely returned to Zhao Zheng's house. In front of Zhao Zheng and Zhao Zheng's mother, he took out a stack of new "Great Unity" from his trouser pocket.
Seeing the great unity, the mother and daughter naturally forgot about Yang Jing and the painting. The mother and daughter counted one by one, and the more they counted, the happier they were...
While the mother and daughter were counting the money, Yang Jing found some old newspapers and wrapped up the scroll, which was a little too thick. He wrapped it in several layers. Then, regardless of the heat, he clasped his hands tightly to his chest, fearing that the painting would "fly away."
Just kidding, this scroll contains an authentic painting of "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" by Zhang Zeduan. If this painting is really an authentic work of Zhang Zeduan, its value would be invaluable...
"Auntie, Brother Zhao, do you have any problem with the money? If not, I'll take the painting away..." Yang Jing couldn't stand the mother and daughter counting the money endlessly, so he interrupted them.
"Oh, oh..." Hearing Yang Jing's words, Zhao Zheng's mother immediately felt embarrassed, "With this money, my old man's illness will have hope. My child, thank you, Auntie. You are the lifesaver of our Zhao family..."
As the old lady spoke, her legs went limp and she wanted to kneel down again. Yang Jing quickly held the scroll with one arm, then freed his other hand and immediately supported the old lady.
"Auntie, if you do this again, I won't buy this painting."
Zhao Zheng put the money away and held Yang Jing's hands tightly with both hands. The old man in his thirties was choked with sobs and could hardly speak.
Yang Jing didn't want to talk to them any more. The scroll sandwiched between his armpits seemed to weigh a thousand pounds. How could he be willing to waste time here?
"Brother Zhao, Auntie, it's getting late. I have to go back quickly to let my grandfather see this painting. If I'm late any more, I won't be able to catch the bus to Jiangning at noon."
"Hey, kid, if you can't catch up, then you can't catch up. Eat from me. I will make delicious food for you."
"No, Auntie, I really need to go back quickly. My mother is waiting for me at home."
The tug-of-war lasted for several minutes, and in the end, Zhao Zheng and her daughter failed to keep Yang Jing.
As soon as Yang Jing walked out of the door, he turned back and waved, while quickening his pace, fearing that the mother and daughter would catch up with him.
After walking about a mile and turning several corners, he saw a public toilet on the side of the road. He saw an empty space and went in. As expected, there was no one inside, so he activated the "Restricted Time and Space Shuttle" skill without hesitation and returned to the original time and space in an instant.
It's funny to say that this is the first time that Yang Jing has used his "restricted time travel" skill in a public toilet. When he returned to the bed in the original time and space, he could still smell a faint stench on his head...
But Yang Jing didn't care about those things. He got up from the bed, turned on the light in the room, pulled the bed to the side, and then pulled the coffee table. There was immediately an empty space in the room. Then he took out the painting he had just obtained from the storage space.
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