Huang promised with a smile, and the smile on his face was a little more excited. Peng Zu's direct descendants, even if they are some trash, are worth raising.
In the future, the Sun Chamber of Commerce will fully expand, and he will not be short of wealth. It will not be difficult for him to raise a person.
The bitterness on the waiter's face quickly turned into surprise, then the bitterness returned, and he added a cup of herbal tea to himself: "It still doesn't work, Qin is too far away, I still need to guard here."
"The guest is very interested in our ancestors?"
"Yeah." Huang nodded, chuckled, and said: "Ling Zu is such a legendary figure, so naturally people are fascinated by him. It would be a lie to say that he is not interested."
"I will give you a sum of money and a woman so that you can continue your incense and carry on the family line. In exchange, can I take a look at your ancestor's relics?"
Huang can kill people with a knife and then take everything for himself.
But, he didn't do that. Sometimes killing is not the best way to solve the problem.
What's more, if you want to take something, you must first give it.
For Huang, exchanging women for property is far more profitable than killing someone.
The waiter looked at the gentle-looking Huang and nodded briefly: "Okay, I hope the guest will not break his promise."
"Haha, no one can stand without faith."
The two communicated for a while, negotiated some details, and finally reached an agreement, and everyone was happy.
In the end, Xiao Er followed Huang and saw Peng Zu's relics, which were only half a roll of shabby special sheepskin with some strange words written on it and pictures with strange postures.
"To be honest with our guests, the relics of our ancestors have been passed down to this day and have been lost long ago. I only have this half of the parchment here." The waiter smiled bitterly, with a hint of shame.
It is inherited by the ancestors but lost in the years. This is undoubtedly unfilial and the descendants are too incompetent.
Failure to keep one's family property is the greatest form of unfilial piety.
Taking the parchment from his hand, Huang looked at it and couldn't help but smile. He didn't recognize some of the characters on it.
However, he could probably tell from the picture above that the painting was a bit rough and there were too few movements.
Half a parchment scroll contains more than a thousand words, but only eighteen and a half illustrations.
The waiter looked at Huang's surprised expression and felt a little embarrassed: "This is something passed down from our ancestors. It's a bit dirty. I only saw it once, but I haven't seen it since."
Glancing at the waiter, Huang showed a meaningful look on his face and teased: "Are you sure you just watched it once? Never again?"
"I……"
What is painted above is a picture of an erotic palace.
The waiter is young and energetic, and he is at an age where he is extremely curious about these movies. How could he resist watching it once?
Before seeing the light again, people can endure the darkness, but once they have experienced the light, who would not yearn for the light.
Huang understands this mentality very well.
Pornographic pictures are the easiest to attract people, especially young and ignorant teenagers. I once had many teachers and saw them fighting.
"Brother, can I make a copy?" Huang showed a smile that only a man can understand: "This picture is good, I will also observe it."
"Do the guests like it too?"
"Um."
For a time, the relationship between the two instantly became closer.
Everyone is of the same mind, and they yearn for the tree-lined paths. The waiter also chuckled and nodded: "No problem, this picture is really well done."
"Ha ha……"
Huang used the new sheepskin to copy a copy and gave the old sheepskin scroll to the waiter, although he thought the worn-out sheepskin scroll was the treasure.
After leaving some belongings for the waiter, Huang set off and left the wine stall. At the same time, he agreed with the waiter that he would send him a batch of wine, a batch of food, and a woman.
Both of them were happy with the transaction in the end. Xiao Er got the woman and property he needed, and Huang got the parchment that was most likely left by Peng Zu.
What mattered to Huang was not the illustrations, but the words on them that he didn't recognize either.
There are too few movements in the illustrations, only eighteen and a half. If Huang was willing, he could draw one hundred and eight.
After all, the teacher in those years taught very seriously, and he studied very seriously. Before he started practicing Chinese martial arts, he was also very beautiful.
…
After leaving the wine stall, Huang ignored the study of the information on the parchment and galloped wildly. At sunset, he finally saw a city that looked like a creeping giant beast.
At this moment, the sun sets in the west, and Luoyang City can be seen in the distance. It is midsummer at this time, and the grains on the land in front of Luoyang City are pale yellow, and the surrounding mountains are green and green.
However, Luoyang City is like a decadent old man huddled on the north bank of Luoshui River.
In the scene of sunset, Luoyang looks even more desolate and dilapidated. The ancient city walls are full of mottled traces of time.
King Ji of Zhou did not even have any defenders, and only had a flag with the word "Emperor of Zhou" fluttering in the wind, and this flag had already faded in the wind and sun.
Seeing this scene, Huang felt a little sad. The once mighty Zhou Dynasty had become decadent.
Qin and Zhou also emerged from the western frontier. Zhou once captured the Yin and Shang dynasties and conquered the world, and was named the Emperor. Qin also merged twelve kingdoms, expanded the territory by two thousand miles, and became a hegemon.
It's just that the Zhou royal family has declined to the point where there are only seven large and small cities left, and the Qin State is getting poorer and poorer with more wars, and its land has shrunk to more than half of what it was when it first enfeoffed its princes.
At this moment, Huang remembered Ying Quliang's instructions and couldn't help but smile bitterly. Now Zhou Wangji was like a clay Bodhisattva crossing the river. He couldn't even protect himself, let alone Qin.
He had never been to Luoyang, and the dilapidation and decay in front of him shattered Huang's imagination that Zhou Wangji was like the capital of heaven.
The royal power has declined, and the glory of the former emperor has long disappeared in the years. Perhaps even the people of Zhou no longer care.
A force that forgets the glory of its ancestors and the glory of its tribe is destined to be eliminated by the world.
Walking into Luoyang, Huang walked all the way to the center of the city and stayed at Guanyi Zhong.
The white-haired old man in charge of the hotel told him with difficulty that the minister responsible for the reception was the current doctor, Fan Yu.
Huang knew about Fan Yu.
Before setting off, Ying Quliang gave him a detailed case file about Zhou Wangji, and he had a certain understanding of the character and abilities of Zhou Wangji's monarchs and ministers.
This person served as an official three times and resolved the covetousness of Luoyang by Wei, Chu and Qi.
This man is a capable strategist.
After eating something, Huang rested. He did not come to Fan Yu immediately. Seeing the current situation of Zhou Wangji, he had given up hope of asking for help.
Today's Zhou Wangji is poorer and more cruel than Qin. He wishes that Qin would be filial in return, but how can he provide materials to help Qin.
The name of the Emperor is no longer easy to use.
The night was dark, and Huang stood in the room looking at the royal city in the distance, sighing deeply for a long time.
He finally understood why no matter Wei Yang, Shen Buhai, or even Wu Qi, Li Li and others, they would rather choose the vassal states such as Wei, Chu, Qin, etc., but no one chose Zhou, the orthodox country in the world.
Eight hundred years is too long.
It is enough to make a country decay and become a living thing.