Chapter 56 Ten RMB

After Wei Guan finished speaking, without waiting for Jia Rong to react, he took the green sword from Jia Rong's hand and checked it repeatedly for fear that Jia Rong would damage the sword when he waved it just now. Seeing that there was no problem, he put the sword back to the sheath and then held it tightly in his arms.

To be from the bottom of my heart, this sword Jia Rong is very favorite. The Qingqi sword is also very famous in history. Cao Cao has two swords, one is Yitian and the other is Qingqi. The Yitian Sword Exercise is brought by itself. The Qingqi Sword was rewarded to Xia Houen to carry. In the Changbanpo War, the Qingqi Sword was taken by Zhao Yun, a general of Shu. It is said that this sword was cut like iron like mud. , extremely sharp.

I didn't expect this sword to be in Hedongwei's house, and I was lucky to see it.

Jia Rong looked at the sword in Wei Guan's arms helplessly and stared at it like that.

The picture was so strangely fixed here. One person held a sword tightly in his arms, while the other person looked at the sword in the man's arms without blinking. The look was like a criminal who had not touched a woman for several years and suddenly saw a beautiful woman standing in front of him naked.

Jia Rong took the lead in breaking this quiet situation and said, "Lord Wei, it's useless for you to hold this sword now. The Wei family is now in business, and there are no martial arts practitioners. If the sword is placed here, it will only bury its reputation in vain. If you don't give it to me, I will use it on the battlefield in the future. He will seize the flag and let the world see the power of the sword of the guard. After saying that, Jia Rong kept looking at Wei Guan's face.

Looking at Wei Guan's changing face, Jia Rong continued to persuade him, "Don't worry, I won't possess this sword. I just borrow it. When my big man rises to the world, I will return it to the owner in person when the country is prosperous and the people are safe."

Wei Guansi thought about it, and his eyes flashed as if he was thinking about something. Finally, he said to Jia Rong, who looked looking forward to it, "I still can't." After saying that, he looked at Jia Rong with an apologetic face.

Jia Rong rolled his eyes and thought that he had wasted so much words for nothing. He couldn't talk about this old fox spirit. As the owner of a big family like the Wei family, Wei Guan must not be so easy to fool; Jia Rong was not so arrogant that he could take away the ancestral sword of the Wei family for nothing just because he was his lifesavior.

The Wei family has been in business for generations, and merchants value profit most. The world is full of profit, and the hustle and bustle of the world is for profit. In an instant, Jia Rong found that money is so cute. If he had millions of taels of gold and smashed one of it on Wei Guan, he would definitely get this sword. How could he use such a tongue.

Looking at Jia Rong staring at the sword in his arms, Wei Guan scolded himself for being confused. Why did he take Jia Rong to see the ancestral sword? He really caused himself trouble and looked regretful.

However, Wei Guan doesn't want Jia Rong to be embarrassed. Jia Rong is his savior. If he had put it on other things, he would have agreed long ago, but this is an ancestral sword. It took him a lot of effort to get it. He definitely can't give it to Jia Rong.

Wei Guan comforted Jia Rong and said, "Zhiyuan, don't have to be sad. This sword is an ancestral thing. Even if I am the owner of the family, I can't give the sword to Zhiyuan. Otherwise, I will be scolded by the whole family. Even if it is bought by thousands of gold, it will not be sold. In fact, in my heart, I want to give the sword to a hero like Zhiyuan. The so-called sword is matched with a hero. After saying that, Wei Guan's face flashed with regret.

Jia Rong didn't know whether what Wei Guan said was true or not, and he didn't have time to think about it. He just thought about how to get the green sword; he didn't sell anything, or he didn't have money. As long as he had enough money, he had to let Wei Guan not sell it.

Suddenly, Jia Rong thought of money. Yes, he was rich, but he didn't know the value of money in his era in the Eastern Han Dynasty.

After thinking about it repeatedly, Jia Rong stretched out his hand to the needle-stitched pocket in the innermost part of his clothes without a trace, and tore the pocket with a little force, and then Jia Rong casually pulled one out of it.

Jia Rong looked at the banknotes in his hand. Hey, ten yuan. Jia Rong usually likes those brand-new banknotes. These banknotes have been kept in Jia Rong's pocket for so long and are still so brand-new. Jia Rong casually shook the banknotes in his hand and made a noise. He woke up Wei Guan, who was thinking nonsense, and looked at himself confusedly. Self.

Jia Rong shook the ten-yuan RMB in his hand, and the old man blushed slightly and said to Wei Guan, "Master Wei, I have seen the ancestral treasures of the Wei family and let you see the treasures of the Wei family. To be honest, I don't know the value of this thing. The owner has been in business for generations, and he must be able to see the value of this thing."

After listening to Jia Rong's words, Wei Guan suddenly became interested. He gently put the sword in his arms into the Zhuqi box and closed the sword box. Then he quickly came to Jia Rong and took the ten yuan RMB from Jia Rong's hand and studied it carefully.

The front of the RMB of ten yuan is the head of the Mao leader. Wei Guan naturally does not know who the Mao leader is. The back is the Three Gorges of the Yangtze River, and the color of the whole coin paper is blue and ink.

Wei Guan was stunned for a moment. Whether others knew the characters and scenery on the coin paper or not, Wei Guan had never seen such a perfect painting. The ingenious brushwork painted people and things vividly on paper less than the size of a palm. What's more strange thing was that he didn't know what color of brush he used. It actually makes the whole painting very colorful, and the human skin is so real, and the gentle touch can also make people feel the concave and convex feeling from the painting. Just a glance, Wei Guan suddenly shocked.

Looking at the expression that had touched the green sword before flashed in Wei Guan's eyes, Jia Rong's heart was overjoyed.

Jia Rong coughed softly, interrupted Wei Guan's movements, and then pretended to be righteous and said, "If it hadn't been for the generous Wei family and was willing to take out the sword for me to watch, I wouldn't have taken out this painting."

"To tell you the truth, my family treasure was given by a fairy." Jia Rong continued.

In the phalanx of deceiving the dead, Jia Rong sorted out his thoughts and said to Wei Guan, who looked forward to him, "My ancestor was born as a hunter. One day, when the ancestor was hunting in the mountains, he met an injured old man. The ancestor was kind, took the old man to his home to heal his wounds, and took care of him day and night until the old man recovered, such as There is more than a month."

After the old man was injured, he said to his ancestors, "To tell you the truth, I am a fairy in heaven. I don't want to be plotted because of fighting with people. I was seriously injured. Thank you for saving me and taking care of me day and night. I am very grateful."

When the ancestors saw that the old man he had saved in the mountain stood in the sky, he immediately knelt down devoutly.

The fairy looked at the ancestors who knelt down and said with regret, "You are my lifesaver. Originally, I was going to accept you as a disciple and pass on your immortal skills, but your qualifications are too poor; I will leave today and give you a treasure in return for the kindness of the day." After saying that, the fairy drifted to the nine heavens.

It was not until the immortal left for a long time that the ancestors were stunned. Looking at a painting in his hand that was less than the size of a palm, which was the treasure mentioned by the immortals. They did not dare to neglect it. They worshipped the painting in the main hall and provided incense every day.

As a result, this painting has been passed down from generation to generation, and passed on to me.

Jia Rongyu told such a strange story in amazingly.

However, Wei Guan still believed that the ancients were superstitious and believed in ghosts and gods, or that the emperors would not say anything about being ordered to heaven in the name of immortals. When Wei Guan heard that the painting in his hand was actually a gift from the immortals, he immediately stopped stroking his hand and stood there respectfully, holding it with both hands. Zhang's face value of ten yuan is almost kneeling down.

Wei Guan looked at Jia Rong with a bitter face and said, "Why didn't you say it earlier? If I touched the fairy just now and desecrated it, I will be punished." After saying that, he looked at Jia Rong with a reproachful face.

Wei Guan forgot that Jia Rong was still shaking with the so-called fairy just now; it was also Wei Guan who heard that this was a fairy thing, and he was shrewd that he didn't think of this layer for a moment.

Jia Rong said to Wei Guan, who was stunned and panicked, "Master Wei, I don't know the value of my ancestral treasure?"

When Wei Guan heard Jia Rong's words, he woke up from the shock just now. He thought for a while and said, "Since it is a fairy, it is a priceless treasure; this painting is exquisitely made and skillful. This is the only point is a valuable treasure. How can it be measured by money?"

Jia Rong was so happy that he didn't expect that he had an idea to take out a piece of RMB, and then after his own deception, he was confused by Wei Guan, an old fox spirit.

Jia Rong walked to Wei Guan, took the ten-yuan RMB from Wei Guan's hand and said, "It's priceless!" After saying that, he looked greedy.

Wei Guan stared straight at the RMB in Jia Rong's hand. Seeing that Jia Rong held it in his hand so casually, he couldn't help scolding softly, "How can the immortal thing be held in his hand so casually."

Seeing that Wei Guan attaches great importance to this ten yuan, Jia Rong realized that the opportunity had come. He immediately changed his face and said with regret, "Ancestral fairy thing, poor me, I am a man of the army. Maybe one day I will die in the battlefield. The horse leather shroud body. I died small, but it is a big thing to lose this fairy. The guilt of." After saying that, Jia Rong sighed all the time.

After listening to Jia Rong's words, Wei Guan was overjoyed. Who didn't want to get the immortal thing? Whether it was a fairy or not, this painting was also a clever thing. He didn't expect Jia Rong to say so. He immediately thought that this was his own opportunity and advised, "Zhiyuan, if you believe in my Wei Guan, hand over this ancestral fairy. Keep it for me, and when the log comes to ask for it, it will be returned.

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