Fuming

Chapter 037 Painting

After one night, Lin Zimo was "happy" with Chu Hanlu three times and slept directly for the first hour. Without Yang Mengqi to remind himself to get up, he could only sleep with the little girl. Although Yang Mengqi slept until her biological clock woke up, the reason why she did not wake up her father-in-law was to consider a little inconvenience and avoid unnecessary gaps. If she spreads it out of good intentions, I'm afraid she will deliberately pretend to be a monster.

Lin Zimo, who slept until nearly nine o'clock in the morning, woke up. Opening his eyes, he already felt that the sky was bright. I turned my head to look at Chu Hanlu, who was still asleep, and laughed at myself as 'gentle hometown, hero tomb'. When he turned over and got up, he had already made relevant calculations in his heart. I still have to go to the provincial government office. After all, I will implement the new water conservancy project as soon as possible.

Before leaving home, Lin Zimo talked to Yang Mengqi, and then took Wu Maqiu, Wang Xiaoliu and five attendants to Zhao Wenxuan's barracks. He still has to make an end to his brother. After all, he doesn't know when he will come back. During this period of absence, all the big and small affairs of Qingyang Mansion were handed over to Zhao Wenxuan. Lin Zimo, who arranged everything properly, led Wang Xiaoliu and other people to leave the city and go directly to Chang'an City, Xi'an, where the provincial government office is located. They took the trouble to reach Chang'an City day and night.

Lin Zimo, who rode into the famous ancient capital, felt that it was still quite prosperous. Without interest and time to appreciate it slowly, he first found a residence with a good environment. I came all the way, and I had to take a bath and change my clothes, put on my official uniform, and then go to see the governor. At the same time, Lin Zimo has already prepared a little money to send the 'little ghosts'.

The inn shopkeeper saw that Lin Zimo was dressed as a rich man, and he followed seven bodyguards with knives and did not dare to greet him in person. Lin Zimo, who asked for a few rooms, went up to the second floor of the shop who followed the way. Entering his room, he asked the five subordinates who followed Wang Xiaoliu to stand outside the door and guard, and then asked Wang Xiaoliu to take out the imperial pen "A Group of Heqi Map" of Emperor Zhu Jianshen to check. Lin Zimo, who slowly unfolded on the table, carefully checked it many times and found that it was unscathed, so he was relieved. He brought it here after careful consideration.

Wu Maqiu, who did not know how to draw, knew that the painting he saw was the imperial pen of his majesty today and knew its importance, so he was protected by Wang Xiaoliu and him along the way. The reason why Lin Zimo, who went out this time, did not have the habit of taking Wang Qiang and Gao Xiang with him is to concentrate on training the reserve players. The purpose of taking Wu Maqiu out was to make it clear that the other party knew that he trusted him. Wu Maqiu, who had not seen any achievements, felt that his master did not discriminate against himself as a foreigner, so he also wanted to express his loyalty to him with actions. With great care, he has always slept with clothes in order to prevent it from happening.

Lin Zimo, who closed the picture scroll, let them go down after it was put away. The two people with fists in their hands took orders and exited the door. Wang Xiaoliu and Wu Maqiu discussed that they changed shifts every two hours at night. Wang Xiaoliu's five men were divided into two classes. He personally led the three, and Wu Maqiu led the two. Both of them, as members of the Wolf Tooth Guard, knew that the safety of Lin Zimo and the imperial brush painting were crucial and sloppy.

The next day, Lin Zimo, who put on his official uniform, took his paintings and was followed by seven people to visit Liu Xuan, the governor of Shaanxi Province. He handed over all the things to Wang Xiaoliu to deal with. After all, Wu Maqiu's brain is not very good at turning. Holding a heavy snowflake silver door in his hand, he was willing to inform Lin Zi silently.

For a moment, he walked to Lin Zimo with a smiling face and conveyed the words of the governor's invitation. He took the painting alone and walked in with the door. I don't plan to send "One Group and Qitu" to Liu Xuan. Even if he has such an intention, Governor Liu dares not accept it. After all, it is the imperial pen of the current emperor.

Although Lin Zimo and Liu Xuan have no friendship, Governor Liu knows that he can destroy a subordinate of a foreign tribe. After all, he has personally consulted the relevant important official documents reported to him. Liu Xuan doesn't care at all whether the extermination of the small tribe has a desire to rebel or whether they have been framed and wronged. As a Han Chinese, he believes that foreign tribes are one by one less. After all, he knows that the imperial court has always been forced to submit and eliminate them quickly. Since he became the governor of Shaanxi, foreigners in this province have really added a lot of trouble to him.

Lin Zimo, who walked into Liu Xuan's office, saw a salute first, and then slowly sat down. When someone showed himself tea, he did not stand up again, nor did he put Emperor Zhu's painting on his boss's table with both hands. My plan is to solve the problem gently, so I don't have to play hooligans and scoundrels.

"Lin Zhifu, what's the matter with you coming to the provincial government?" Liu Xuan, who picked up the tea at the table, asked without talking.

Lin Zimo, who did not first mention the military service, knew that this matter was a small itch compared with the money of water conservancy. The most direct purpose of coming here is to get 100,000 taels of silver for the project. Secondly, he is still thinking about all kinds of firearms in the provincial government's weapons warehouse. After all, this kind of thing is better than cold weapons, and ordinary blacksmiths do not dare to make them. Finally, I just want more authority, permission, reinforcements, military food, etc.

Knowing that if you want to get among them, Lin Zimo said bluntly, "This time the subordinate came to the provincial government to visit Lord Zhongcheng, hoping to get 200,000 taels of money to build water conservancy facilities throughout Anqing Prefecture."

Liu Xuan, who almost overturned the tea in his hand, looked at his subordinate carefully and said, "Two thousand taels of silver? You really dare to open this mouth. I don't have money here. If you want money, you can go directly to the Ministry of Industry.

Lin Zimo, who didn't want to say anything about the benefit of the country and the people, knew that this set had no effect on the old guy in front of him and said, "This summer, there was another fight between the people for water. It is estimated that there will be a severe drought this year. Although the subordinate led people to calm down temporarily, it was not a long-term solution. I'm afraid that after a long time, I'm afraid there will be a civil change.

Liu Xuan, who was indifferent, said firmly: "In addition to your Anqing government, you have asked me for silver, but other state governments have also come to ask for it. I really don't have the money for the construction of water conservancy projects. However, I will report to the Ministry of Industry for you. As for whether they are willing to give it or not, I don't know when. As a magistrate, you have the responsibility to govern the place.

Long ago, Lin Zimo, who had expected him, patted the picture scroll beside him and said, "There is a painting here. Can you use it as a mortgage to lend these 200,000 taels of silver to the provincial government first? If I don't return it, this painting will still be disposed of by the provincial government.

Liu Xuan, who was about to be angry, thought that this was the provincial government office, not a pawnshop. A second passed, and curiosity suddenly made him want to see who was from which famous painting that could mortgage 200,000 taels of silver.

Lin Zimo, who stood up slowly, picked up the picture scroll with both hands and said with a serious face, "If Lord Zhongcheng agrees, I will give it to you."

Liu Xuan, who is good at this mouth, knows that rare works may not be able to achieve their wishes with silver, so he is very eager to see famous paintings that he has never seen before and said, "There is no problem. I'm afraid that your painting is not worth 200,000 taels of silver."

Lin Zimo, who stood still and did not take a step, smiled confidently and said, "If this painting is not worth 200,000 taels of silver, I will take the initiative to take off the black veil on my head and resign. If the provincial government is unwilling to take my mortgage, I have to sell this amazing work to a big merchant who can afford this price.

Hearing that Liu Xuan, who dared to use the black gauze on his head as a guarantee, was more curious to see the painting in his hand, and held some doubts and said, "Lin Zhifu, there is no joke in the government office."

"I am willing to write a letter to show that there is no joke." Lin Zimo, who vowed, raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

Liu Xuan, who has stood up, has been active in his heart for a long time. He thought that Lin Zimo's painting was really an unrivaled work, so he could buy it by touching his pocket and didn't need to do the pawnshop at all. Seeing that the other party seemed to be a little impatient, Lin Zimo walked slowly to the table and put down the picture scroll in his hand.

Liu Xuan, who was impatient, unfolded the scroll little by little. He, who is an literate, can distinguish the true from the false. My favorite thing in my life is to collect famous calligraphy and paintings. He carefully appreciated the uniqueness of this painting, but it was completely inconsistent with Lin Zi's silent voice of 200,000 taels of silver.

He looked up at Lin Zimo's Liu Xuan, with some disappointment in his expression: "Lin Zhifu, you are bragging."

Facing his Lin Zimo calmly, Chengzhu smiled and said, "Lord Zhongcheng, is it too early to make this theory before you finish reading the painting? Please be sure to pay attention to the payment.

Liu Xuan, who was disapproving, sneered and said, "Is it possible that this painting is still the authentic painting of Saint Wu Daozi?"

Immediately, Lin Zimo, who raised his thumb, added, "The subordinate thinks this painting is the first painting today."

Liu Xuan, who curled his mouth, reluctantly turned his attention to the drawing of the painting. He thought he was wrong, so he rubbed his eyes, so that the boss stared at the landing place and couldn't speak.