An old car drove from the rugged country road, and the dust was flying, causing everyone waiting beside to cover their mouths and cough gently.

The car stopped steadily, and the leading middle-aged man walked over and opened the car door with a smile, with a loud bang. Two big red firecrackers rang out loud.

The middle-aged man took off the firecracker paper stained on his mouth and happily opened the door and said, "Daping Township welcomed Huang Lao Xing to guide his work."

"Guest Wang, what you said on the phone is true?" An old man in his sixties, wearing a Zhongshan suit, slowly got out of the classic car with the support of a young woman in a plaid shirt and tight jeans.

The middle-aged man who came to greet him held the old man's hand and smiled and said, "Of course it's true."

Old Man Huang's hair and beard were all white. When he heard this answer, he immediately smiled, "This time the city built a cultural center. If you can get this thing, it will definitely be the treasure of the town! The city leaders attach great importance to this work and specially sent reporters to follow him. This is the reporter of Mingguang Daily, Miss Gu Qin."

"Hello, Township Mayor Wang." The young woman showed a sweet smile and reached out to shake County Mayor Wang.

Seeing Gu Qin so young and beautiful, County Magistrate Wang was stunned, and then came to his senses and smiled and said, "Ms. Gu is young and promising. He has become a reporter at the newspaper at this age, but it is rare. The guesthouse has already set up a reception banquet. Mr. Huang, Miss Gu, let's go to have a meal first?"

Mr. Huang took the crutch handed over by the driver, shook his head and smiled, "If you are not busy eating, let's go to the house of the mountain people whom Township Mayor Wang said to be, and take a look at the Weibei."

"This... the county leaders are waiting in the guesthouse. Mr. Huang, this Weibei cannot escape. I'd better go to dinner first. After the meal, let's go to the mountains to see cultural relics."

Mr. Huang shook his head and said, "Work is important, I won't eat for now. Please ask the village chief Wang to lead the way."

Seeing that he could not resist the old comrade, Wang Dashan had to ask the deputy township chief who was beside him to go back to the county guesthouse to talk to the leader, and then took the two VIPs from the city toward Xiaoheshan.

"Old Huang, I tell you that this family is amazing. According to the villagers, the ancestors have produced calligraphy by many people. The county has always wanted to collect this monument, but it was passed down from the old Zhong family for generations. There are documentary records. If people don't want it, the county can't help but take it away."

Huang Mingchuan on the side nodded and said, "Since it was not unearthed and passed down from generation to generation, we naturally cannot take advantage of it. This time, the city leaders made it very clear that they must not take the bureaucratic route. Then they sent me here to see if they could persuade the mountain people and give up this Wei stele. It's strange. Since there are such treasures, why hasn't the city ever heard of this before?"

"Your Madam Huang, you don't know anything. Not to mention you, even the people in our village have never seen it! It was recorded in the county annals. There was such a thing. When the people from the county came over, the old man refused to take out the monument to show it to others, and almost started fighting with the people."

Huang Mingchuan frowned, "Is there such a thing? This is a problem."

Township Mayor Wang, who was walking beside him, smiled and said, "If Lao Zhong was still there, I wouldn't report to the city this time. This old Zhong left his cerebral thrombosis last year, and his only son Zhong Yue was left in the family. He was a college student in our village. Last year, he went to college and the tuition fee was still collected by our villagers. Now Lao Zhong is gone and has this kind of kindness. I think this kid will not turn us out."

Gu Qin, who was standing beside him, frowned and asked: "I went to college last year, and it's not winter or summer vacation now, how could I be at home?"

Wang Dashan shook his head and smiled bitterly, "Don't mention it. This Zhong Yue is a filial son. Our village has been mourning for three years. But what era is it now? Not to mention a young man like him, even our generation will not prosper. After Lao Zhong was buried last year, we advised him to go back to college, but this kid is willing to be filial and insists on filial piety. It's a waste of great youth, alas!"

Huang Mingchuan stroked his beard and said, "It's a filial son, so there are no one else in the Zhong family?"

"There are, but because of this monument, it was very stiff. At the time when the county could not do a good job, I agreed to Lao Zhong's brother-in-law. As long as I could persuade Lao Zhong to hand over the monument to the county, it would not only give me a generous reward, but also help with his work. As a result..."

Wang Dashan spread his hands, looking helpless.

"Is it here?" Huang Mingchuan looked at the hill in front of him and turned around and asked.

Wang Dashan didn't expect that as he chatted, he arrived so soon, and nodded and said, "Yes, yes. Xiaoheshan Taohua Ao, Lao Zhong's family is in that valley. You can see it after walking for another quarter of an hour."

As he said that, Wang Dashan squatted down in front of Huang Mingchuan, "Old Huang, the road in this mountain is not easy to walk, I'll carry you in."

Several directors in the village behind him glanced at Wang Dashan who was squatting and smiled jokingly. After all, Wang Dashan is so good at flattering. If this matter is done, he will probably be transferred to the county next year.

Huang Mingchuan leaned on a crutch and walked around with Gu Qin's support, and smiled and said, "No, Mr. Huang hasn't reached such a useless level."

Seeing that the flattery hit the horse's hooves, Wang Dashan also stood up awkwardly, smiled embarrassedly, and walked into the mountains. At the moment when the peaches were in full bloom, he turned into the valley and saw a large area of ​​pink and white peach blossoms charming eyes.

Tao Zhiyao made Huang Mingchuan and Gu Qin's eyes look bright. In the city, there was no such beautiful scenery. They were simply in the sea of ​​flowers. Calligraphers like Huang Mingchuan were very envious and nodded frequently.

"It's so beautiful here." Gu Qin smiled slightly with his lips pursed.

Wang Dashan smiled honestly, "What's the beauty? It's just a bunch of big white flower cereals. If you see too much, it's just like that. Weibei is important, let's go in."

Huang Mingchuan came to his senses, nodded, and followed Wang Dashan to the small courtyard inside.

At the end of the peach forest, an ancient courtyard was revealed. The characteristics of Hui style buildings were very obvious. The wooden door was closed, and the two copper rings on the top were a little blue and dark, which looked a little old. The white walls were a little black under the base, and the bluestone bricks were covered with moss.

"Old Huang, it's a snack, it's sliding here."

"The moss is so thick, it seems that few people are walking around here."

"That's right, the old Zhong family has few relatives. More than ten years ago, the family parted in disagreement. This old hour hardly goes out and guards this peach forest. I send the minimum living allowance to their family every year. I'll knock on the door later."

"Zhong Yue! Zhong Yue! Open the door, I, your Uncle Wang!" Wang Dashan pulled the copper ring and knocked twice.

After a while, the door slowly opened and Zhong Yue's figure appeared in front of everyone.

Zhong Yue, who was wearing a thick linen coat and a white cloth strap on his head, asked Wang Dashan, who was mourning at home, with a happy face, "Uncle Wang, is there anything wrong?" As he spoke, his eyes had already swept behind Wang Dashan. Except for the few town directors, the old man with white beard and young woman had never seen it.

"Look at what you said, Uncle Wang can't come to see you anymore? Open the door and let's go in and talk."

Zhong Yue felt that so many people had come, and he had never seen Wang Dashan as enthusiastic on weekdays. If something happened abnormal, there would be a demon. So he stood by the door and said, "My father is still in the mourning period, so he is not convenient to see guests. Uncle Wang should bring his people back."

Wang Dashan pressed against the door that was about to be closed and said with a displeasure: "The five-seven years have passed, it's almost done. I'm really mourning for three years? I want me to tell you, hurry up and make a name for yourself, and make a name for yourself in the future. This is the greatest reward for your father!"

Zhong Yue glanced at the eyes and said lightly: "Uncle Wang, I told you that this matter was decided by my father when he died. If you are born as a son, you should fulfill your filial piety. You might as well go back."

"Slowly, can this young man allow me to say something?"

Zhong Yue looked at the old man who walked forward slowly, and always felt that these people came over with purpose, so he said, "If you advise me to give up filial piety, then the old man should please go back."

Huang Mingchuan smiled and said, "How could I dissuade me if I am filial? I am here today to build a cultural center. I heard that your Zhong family has a Wei stele that has been passed down from generation to generation. Can I take a look at it?"

When Wang Dashan saw Mr. Huang so straightforward, he wanted to go around a few turns, but now he had to say it clearly, "Yes, your Uncle Wang comes with this Mr. Huang here for the Wei stele in your house. It is also useless to put this thing in your house. It is better to hand it over to protect it well, so as to prevent leaders at all levels from running to your house again and again."

Zhong Yue's face changed, and it was indeed a purpose. He said, "Uncle Wang, my father attached great importance to this stone tablet during his lifetime. You don't know. When people from the county came over when they were young, my father almost started fighting with them. You don't know, right?"

"So, your Uncle Wang hasn't mentioned this again in the past two years, right? Now your father is gone, you are a college student, you are sensible, you should understand how important this monument is for our Huizhou City. Mr. Huang is a heavyweight expert in the Municipal Calligraphers Association. He is here in person at such a high age, so do you have the heart to keep him out?"

Zhong Yue said with some embarrassment: "Uncle Wang, you don't know how important this monument is to our Zhong family."

"You unscrupulous boy! You forgot who you were last year, you were one hundred and one hundred, and you sent you to the university? Now the city is going to set up a cultural center. If this matter is done, our entire Daping Township will benefit. Your father is stubborn like a donkey. You have studied books and seen the world. Are you so ignorant? Do you really think that your ancestors have published calligraphy masters and that with this stone tablet in the world, you can become a contemporary master? Your father has been studying for a lifetime, but he can't even get a certificate paper? Don't blame Uncle Wang for being rude. This is the thing, you can do it yourself today!"

Zhong Yue was speechless. He had no idea of ​​taking this stone tablet for himself. Instead, his father had explained it before his death that he could not understand it and would never let it go to outsiders. He even let him drop out of school and go home after he was admitted to university, and would not let the stone tablet at home be pried away.
Chapter completed!