Chapter 8 Four Portraits
"A-choo!" Gao Mingcheng sneezed. He looked up at his own yard in front of him and guessed that his parents must be scolding him at this moment.
He lowered his head and continued eating his porridge without even picking up any side dishes to go with it. He finished the whole bowl of porridge in no time.
He put the bowl and chopsticks on the table and said to his grandmother, "Grandma, if my parents come here to look for me, just say you haven't seen me!"
"Let's go!" Gao Mingcheng was holding a bag in his hand and was about to leave.
Gao Zhuang hadn't finished his porridge yet. It had just come out of the pot and was still boiling hot.
"Hey, wait for me!"
Gao Zhuang wanted to catch up and even decided not to eat the porridge first.
Gao Mingcheng saw what he was thinking. If he didn't eat the porridge, his grandmother would definitely be worried.
So he said hurriedly: "Eat slowly, and come to see me at the place where you were yesterday after you finish eating! - Remember, don't tell my parents!"
Before he could finish his words, the man had already run away.
Gao Mingcheng didn't go to work on the railway, not because he was afraid of hard work, but because he wanted to make time to study the two pages of gold foil he found yesterday, and by the way teach Gao Zhuang how to use traps to catch pheasants and rabbits.
Originally, if he hadn't had the gold foil, he would have planned to work on the railway for two days and earn two dollars. After all, he had to wait for the group of tomb robbers to come and scout the place before he could take the opportunity to reveal the matter to Uncle Gao Guobing.
Gao Mingcheng had just left his grandmother's house when someone really came looking for him.
The person who came was his mother Luo Xiaohua.
Luo Xiaohua looked unhappy and had little respect for his elder, his grandmother. As soon as he entered the door, he shouted loudly: "Gao Mingcheng, you bastard, get out of here!"
Although Luo Xiaohua was fierce, Gao Zhuang was not afraid of her. "Auntie, you are looking for your son. Why did you find my house? It's not so early in the morning to visit someone."
Although the grandmother had a kind face, she also said, "Xiaohua, Mingcheng is not at my house. You should look for him somewhere else."
Luo Xiaohua still didn't believe it, so he went straight into the house to look for him. He checked every room but couldn't find anyone.
She gave up and walked away, cursing: "Don't let me catch you, you little bastard, or I'll make you pay!"
After she left, Gao Zhuang pursed his lips and said to his grandmother beside him: "Dad and Mom are either calling for Brother Mingcheng to be beaten or killed! I think among their four sons, Brother Mingcheng is the least favored!"
The grandmother understood very well and said with emotion: "In a family with many children, the one in the middle is usually not likable. He can't help support the family like the older ones, and he can't act like a spoiled child like the younger ones. Parents have limited energy and can't take care of everyone, so in a family with many children, there will always be someone who suffers."
"Zhuangzhuang, grandma hopes that you will have two children in the future. It doesn't matter whether it's a boy or a girl! These two children are good. The older one has its own advantages, and the younger one has its own advantages. I can take care of them, and my brothers and sisters will have someone to discuss things with in the future."
Grandma looked at Gao Zhuang with great care, already imagining a house full of children and grandchildren in her mind.
Speaking of getting married and having children, Gao Zhuang blushed and muttered, "Grandma, I'm still young. Brother Mingcheng is half a year older than me, and his family hasn't even arranged a marriage for him yet."
Seeing her good grandson being shy, the grandmother smiled so hard that her teeth were showing.
"Haha, no hurry, no hurry. I'll look for someone suitable for you first, and then I'll let you two meet."
Gao Mingcheng didn’t know that his good brother was forced to get married. If he knew, he would definitely be very emotional.
In his previous life, Gao Zhuang followed him around everywhere, and then died young without having the time to get married and have children.
If she had a son, then the grandmother would not have lost the will to live and died of starvation after hearing the news of Gao Zhuang's death.
Gao Mingcheng avoided Luo Xiaohua's pursuit and came to Niuweiling.
Niuweiling was quiet and deserted in the early morning. It was a little far from the village, so few people came here to collect firewood.
Gao Mingcheng looked around cautiously and made sure that there was no one around. Then he threw the bag in his hand to the ground and carefully took out the two pieces of gold foil from his pocket.
When the unique light of gold shone into his eyes, his heart was moved.
He made a lot of money in his previous life, so naturally he bought a lot of gold, including big gold chains, big gold rings, gold bricks and so on.
He estimated that these two pieces of gold foil weighed at most ten grams, which was not much if converted into money.
He was excited more because this was an opportunity he missed in his previous life, and after his rebirth, he got it again!
The joy of recovering what you have lost is worth more than money.
The light was not good last night, so he could not see anything special on the gold foil. However, he was certain that there must be something special about it, because the gold foil was so thin and not very valuable, there was really no need to spend so much effort to put it in the book cover.
Just the technique of clipping book covers is worth ten grams of gold.
The gold foil paper is only the size of a palm and is slightly thicker than real gold foil. It feels like metal and is as soft as pure gold.
Gao Mingcheng first took the gold foil in his hand and looked at it, but couldn't see anything, so he held the gold foil in the direction of the sun.
When the sunlight shines through the gold foil, some faint lines emerge.
Before he could see clearly, Gao Mingcheng's heart began to beat excitedly.
He moved the gold foil, adjusted the direction, and finally saw the entire picture on the gold foil from a certain angle.
There were four portraits of a person sitting cross-legged in meditation. Each portrait had a different posture, some with five hearts facing the sky, some embracing nature, some bowing their heads in contemplation, and some putting their hands together.
There were four lines of words in the blank space. Because the words were small, Gao Mingcheng took some effort to decipher them.
After seeing clearly that it was seal script, Gao Mingcheng could not hide his joy. He exhaled heavily, thinking that this was an opportunity given to him by God.
In his previous life, after he bought this book, it stayed in his hands for more than a year, but he never discovered that there was a layer inside the cover.
Later, it was borrowed by someone, who said it was burned by a naughty child.
But now that he was reborn, he not only discovered the interlayer in the book cover, but the words on it were also the seal script he knew!
He only has a junior high school education, so logically he shouldn't know seal script.
But who made him deal with tomb robbers in his previous life? After that, he also mixed in the antique business for a short time, but unfortunately he had little capital and did not know antiques, so he could not be an antique dealer. If he wanted to rob tombs again, he did not know where there were tombs, and he did not dare to rashly go into the mountains and forests with others.
So he got out of that business and started another one.
Although he could recognize some seal characters, Gao Mingcheng did not take it lightly and began to carefully identify each character.
When all the words were identified, the four sentences naturally rang in his mind.
Sentence by sentence, the sound is like a wave.
The contract has been signed. This is the first time I write an article on this subject. Before opening the book, I consulted several relatives, friends and elders and learned about some things of that era, but there may be inaccuracies, so I would like to ask book friends to speak actively. If there are any mistakes, I will correct them. After all, I am a humble and studious person!
(End of this chapter)
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