The most conspicuous thing in the house is a kang that is rare in the south of later generations, which occupies half of the room.

In fact, kangs are not unique to the north. As early as the Little Ice River Age of the Ming Dynasty, kangs were very popular in the Jiangnan area, but later kangs gradually became fewer.

It is not surprising that such a kang can be seen in old houses of this era.

Zhao Zheng cleaned up the things on the kang, cleaned up a long strip of places, and then placed the scroll on the kang.

This scroll is not wide, Yang Jing is at most thirty centimeters, but the scroll is a bit scary. Obviously, the length of this painting should be amazing.

"This is an ink-wash landscape painting painted by our ancestors of the Zhao family, which is more than six meters long." Zhao Zheng said, carefully opening the scroll to reveal the painting inside.

As soon as the painting was unfolded, Yang Jing only felt that the desire for the holy ring was even more intense. Obviously, the holy ring could not wait to absorb the humanistic spirit in this painting.

This painting was not painted on paper, but on silk, but the color of this painting has turned yellow and many places are even a little damaged.

The painting depicts a big river, with boats and oars coming and going on the river, looking like a prosperous look of thousands of sails competing over the river. As the scroll gradually unfolds, mountains appear on both sides of the river, and there is a tall and majestic city wall in the distance, with flags flying on the city wall.

"The painting is very average..." Yang Jing thought to himself that although he is not very proficient in calligraphy and painting, he can still see the quality of a painting.

Although the ink marks on the scroll are a little light and some parts are even blurred, this painting can only be said to be ordinary, without the grandeur of the calligraphy and painting masters, nor without the delicateness of the paintings. It can only be said to be ordinary.

The big river, dock, ships, mountains, city walls, and people formed this scroll that was over six meters long. In order to let Yang Jing see the entire scroll clearly, Zhao Zheng had to unfold it while slowly put it away.

As he looked at it, Yang Jing felt that the painting in front of him was very familiar. After thinking about it carefully, he couldn't help but take a breath.

"Brother Zhao, is the painting Jinling City? This big river is the Yangtze River?" Yang Jing asked in disbelief.

Zhao Zheng carefully put away the scroll, smiled and nodded and said, "Yes, Brother Yang, you have a very powerful eye. You can see what is drawn in this scroll at a glance. Yes, this painting is the Jinling City painted by the ancestors of your family."

"Hiss..." Yang Jing took a breath again. He really didn't expect that this very ordinary painting would draw Jinling City.

"Haha..." Zhao Zheng smiled bitterly, "I guess you can see that this painting is just average! But Brother Yang, let me tell you, this painting is an old painting that our old Zhao family has preserved for more than 800 years, and has always been the heirloom of our old Zhao family. If my father hadn't been seriously ill and had no money to treat him this time, my mother wouldn't allow me to sell it. Alas, during the turmoil, this painting was hidden on the beam of the house and was not searched by those guys. As a result, it was hidden in everything, and it was inevitable that I would have to sell it."

"For more than eight hundred years?" Yang Jing was shocked, "Wouldn't that mean that this painting was a painting from the Song Dynasty?"

"Well, if my father hadn't lie to me, this painting was indeed painted by an ancestor of our Zhao family in the late Northern Song Dynasty. It has been passed down for dozens of generations. Although the words are average, they are now being placed here today, and they are considered cultural relics, right? If it weren't for my father's illness, I wouldn't have been willing to sell this painting."

After a pause, Zhao Zheng said again: "I have been putting this painting on the stall for several days. There are many people asking, but I really want to buy it but no one. Maybe it's because I asked for it too high, and no one can afford it now."

"Brother Zhao, how much do you plan to sell this painting? If the price is right, I want to buy it. To be honest, my grandfather grew up on the Yangtze River since he was a child and likes landscape paintings in particular. If he could see this painting, he would definitely like it very much."

Zhao Zheng looked at Yang Jing and found that Yang Jing seemed to be serious. He hesitated and said, "This painting is definitely an old painting that our old Zhao family has preserved for dozens of generations. Moreover, such a long scroll should be rare even if it is placed until now, so..."

Zhao Zheng gritted his teeth and said, "I plan to sell this painting for 10,000 yuan! If this number is missing, I would rather not sell it."

As soon as this number was released, Yang Jing let out a sigh of relief. However, in this era when ten thousand yuan was still extremely rare, ten thousand yuan was definitely an astronomical price. No wonder Zhao Zheng had put this painting on for several days, and no one bought it. To put it bluntly, it was far from enough to describe it as "a lion's mouth". For this painting in this era, it was simply "not knowing the height of the sky and the earth"!

Another thing is that this painting can only be considered ordinary, without any clues or seals, so I don’t know who painted it. Although it can be distinguished from the traces left by the years on the silk, it is an old painting, but if the general people believe that it is a silk book passed down from the Northern Song Dynasty, I am afraid that even the masters of calligraphy and painting from the Palace Museum or the Nanbo will not believe it.

Calligraphy and painting are different from most antiques, but the counterfeiting of calligraphy and paintings has long existed. Even some masters from the early years copied ancient paintings.

Among them, Mr. Daqian is the leader.

This painting has no clue or seal to be carefully considered. In addition, the painting is indeed very ordinary, unlike everyone's works. It is very close to me just because of the years. It is really hard to believe that this is a silk copy that has been preserved since the Southern Song Dynasty.

So, in this era, if his painting can be sold, it will be a ghost!

But for Yang Jing, this number is nothing. Now, in Yang Jing's storage space, there is still a third set of 200,000 yuan. This was the last time Yang Jing went to Yanjing in 1982. He not only saw the siheyuan bought by Mike Aller, but also admired the old items purchased by Pitt Wu. When he finally left, he even asked Pitt Wu to exchange the third set of 200,000 yuan from the bank, and was lying quietly in the space with a total of 20 stacks of 10 yuan.

The most important thing is that the authenticity of this painting is put aside first, and the Holy Ring has such a strong reaction to the painting. Not to mention ten thousand, even if Zhao Zheng wants one million, Yang Jing will bring him one million to buy the painting the next day.

At worst, he could use the "restricted-level time and space shuttle" skill overnight, and then traveled to Yanjing in 1982, and found Pitt Wu, and asked him to exchange another one million set of national coins from the bank.

In this time and space, Yang Jing is very rich!

Now, Zhao Zheng only costs 10,000 yuan, which is undoubtedly good news for Yang Jing.

"Brother Zhao, I'm going to tell you that I can afford the price you have, but I have to need time to get the money. I'm here to visit the black market today, so I can't bring so much money on it."

"Ah?!" Zhao Zheng was stunned for a moment. In fact, when he said that number just now, he was worried about being rejected.

It has been four or five days since Zhao Zheng was rejected so much that he had no confidence. As a result, Yang Jing suddenly popped up with an "acceptable" appearance, which immediately made Zhao Zheng feel a little like a two-way sky.

Zhao Zheng excitedly grabbed Yang Jing's hands and asked with a trembling trembling: "Brother? You, can you really use it? Buy this painting in my house for ten thousand yuan?"

Yang Jing nodded with certainty.

Zhao Zheng immediately let go of Yang Jing's hand and ran to another room. Then Yang Jing heard a burst of excited cheers coming from that room.

Soon, Zhao Zheng's mother followed Zhao Zheng in. When the old woman saw Yang Jing, she wanted to kneel down for Yang Jing. Yang Jing was so scared that she hurriedly supported the old lady.

"Auntie, don't do this. If you do this, I'll leave!" Yang Jing said "threateningly".

"Okay, okay! It's my old woman who is abrupt. My eldest nephew, can you really buy this painting? This money..."

"Well! Auntie, don't worry, I will definitely buy this painting. My family is related to Taiwan. Two years ago, after the Central Committee issued the "Letter to Compatriots in Taiwan", after the three links of our mainland and Taiwan were restored, the family contacted relatives on Taiwan, so now the family still has some money." Yang Jing had no choice but to find such a reason.

Although the three links were restored in October 1981, at this time, many Taiwanese compatriots had already contacted their relatives in China. Some Taiwanese compatriots had even transferred through Hong Kong Island to the mainland to find their long-lost relatives.

Yang Jing said that he had relatives on Taiwan, and in this era, that meant a lot of money.

After hearing Yang Jing say this, the old lady completely relieved her heart and took Yang Jing's hand and said, "Big nephew, I really blame you! My old man found out that he had an early stage of liver and ascites. If he didn't hurry up and treat him, he wouldn't have been watching him for long. But in this situation at home, how can he have money to treat him? Although this painting is a family heirloom heirloom of my old man, how can he care about that at this time? Do you think so?"

Yang Jing smiled and said, "Auntie, what you said is very correct. Life is at stake. The original version is to cure the disease and save the person first." Only then did Yang Jing realize that Zhao Zheng's father had ascites.

This disease is not a joke. It is known as "a terminal illness that is not a terminal illness". Even in the 21st century, it is basically an unsuccessful disease. Once this disease reaches its late stage, it should eat and play with it. Don't treat it, and waste money. But Zhao Zheng's father is in the early stage of liver ascites. If he can be treated well, it will be no problem to live for another ten or eight years. But this money is indispensable. No wonder Zhao Zheng said ten thousand yuan at the beginning.

Zhao Zheng's mother had tears in her eyes, "Thank you very much. If it weren't for you, even if my family was just guarding this heirloom, what's the use of not saving my old man's life?"

Zhao Zheng also said from the side: "Brother Yang, I won't say anything thanks. As long as you can use the place where I, Zhao Zheng, you can just talk."

Yang Jing nodded and said, "Brother Zhao, it's still early now. I'll go home to get the money after a while."

"Isn't your grandfather's house in Jiangning? It's still far from here." Zhao Zheng said. This era is no longer than that of later generations' private cars flying everywhere. In this era, more than thirty miles are considered far away.

Yang Jing smiled and said, "It's okay, it only takes half an hour to take a long-distance bus. I'll leave in a while and I can come back at noon."

As he said that, Yang Jing walked to the scroll and gently stroked the scroll with his left hand. As a result, the answer given by the Holy Ring almost made Yang Jing's brain go down...
Chapter completed!