But the man refused to let go: "No, I must give the money! Your life is not easy, and it is hard to find some money to go back and live for you and your family. Take it!"
The man insisted on putting the money in the scholar's hands. The scholar sighed, remembering that there was a hungry old mother at home, so he had no choice but to accept the money.
The man took the painting and left first.
The scholar opened his hand and looked at the silver, it turned out to be a big silver ingot of ten taels! The scholar was astonished, and looked up, but the figure of the man had disappeared.
"This guy came here strangely, why did you give me so much money for a painting?"
I couldn't figure it out, and I didn't have the mood to paint anymore, so I closed the stall, packed a burden, and went home.
His house was in a small alley, and when he opened the gate of a courtyard, he saw an old woman with gray hair sitting on a bamboo mat in the courtyard.
Her eyes are cloudy and dull, and she is actually blind. She uses her sense of hearing to identify people who come in, and she uses the feel of her hands to discriminate against bamboo mats.
"Jun'er, is that you?"
Chen Jun walked quickly to his mother, and said distressedly: "Mother, I have told you several times that you don't have good eyesight, so don't disdain the bamboo mat. What should you do if you hurt your hand with a knife?"
Chen Jun snatched the knife from his mother's hand.
The old mother let out a long sigh: "I know you sell calligraphy and paintings outside, and you can't sell them for much money. I get a few pennies for making a mat, and I can subsidize the family and reduce your burden. Jun'er, give me the knife!" "
Chen Jun put the knife in the basket beside him: "Who says I can't make money selling calligraphy and painting?"
The old mother said: "Don't lie to me! The neighbor told me that if you can't sell a pair of calligraphy and paintings a day, where did you get the money? It's not as practical as my mat, and there are many people who buy it!"
After hearing what the old mother said, Chen Jun was speechless for a while. I am talented, but I can't realize my ideal value. I hate the local corrupt officials, and I don't ask whether I have talent, but whether I'm a member of the party.
Chen Jun had no choice but to put the twelve large pieces of silver donated by the man into the hands of the old mother: "Mother, feel it, what is it?"
The old mother was taken aback when she touched the silver. She is over 60 years old, and she has never seen such a big silver!
"Jun'er, where did this money come from?"
Chen Jun lied: "At the street market just now, a customer took a fancy to my calligraphy and paintings and bought them at a high price. This is the big silver that the customer gave me."
The old mother always felt uneasy when she touched Dayin.
"Can your calligraphy and painting be worth so much money?"
Chen Jundao: "Those who know the goods will pay more, and those who don't know the goods will pay less. My calligraphy and paintings are the same. Only those who can appreciate them will give me a price. Those who don't know the goods will not look at them. You just let him pay two dollars. He won't give any money."
The old mother just showed a smile at this time: "Your calligraphy and painting are finally appreciated, thank God!"
Suddenly, someone at the door smiled coldly.
"I'm afraid that some of your money has an unknown origin!"
Chen Jun's heart skipped a beat, and he looked towards the door, only to see a tall man wearing a Fanyang felt lily, leaning against the door frame, with a cold smile on his lips.
"You are..." Chen Jun didn't have any impression of the person in front of him, but the person who came was not kind, and he could tell from his face that he was a vicious person.
The man walked in step by step: "You don't need to know who I am, because it is no longer necessary."
Chen Jun noticed that the opponent was holding a black iron sword in his hand, which was black and black, like Wujin.
"Jun'er, who is it? Is it your friend?" The old mother asked, holding Chen Jun's hand.
Chen Jun's face was stern. He already understood half of the reason why the person in front of him came here.
"Mom, it's an old acquaintance, just because I owe him a few taels of silver, he has always been worried about me."
The old mother also couldn't see what Bei Ming looked like, she only thought that Chen Jun was telling the truth, so she scolded Chen Jun and said: "It's only natural to pay back the debt, you should pay back the money quickly, I feel at ease!"
Chen Jun said: "Okay, mother. I will go outside with him now, break the money and return it to him."
The old mother said: "Go and come back!"
Chen Jun walked to Beiming's side and said softly, "Let's talk aside."
Chen Jun walked through the small gate and came to the backyard. Before turning around, the black iron sword was already resting on his neck.
"Do you know why I came to you now?" Bei Ming's cold voice made Chen Jun shiver slightly.
Chen Jun looked firmly: "I see, you were sent by Ma Guang and Liang Bin, right?"
Bei Ming: "That's right, now you just need to answer me, do you want me to kill you with one sword, or let me stab you a few more times?"
Chen Jun gritted his teeth, and glanced coldly at the black iron sword on his neck.
"One sword is death, two swords are death, it's up to you!"
As he spoke, Chen Jun lifted his chin slightly.
Beiming tightened the black iron sword in his hand: "I admire you for being a filial son, so I will give you a sword! It will save you pain!"
Chen Jun closed his eyes, tears rolled down. He was not afraid of death, but hated that no one would take care of his old mother after death.
Bei Ming was about to turn his wrist, when he suddenly heard the sound of the wind behind him, he was terrified, he quickly retracted the black iron sword, and swept it back. With a bang, a star-shaped dart was sent flying and stuck in the jujube tree in the yard.
At this time, Beiming had already turned around. Suddenly seeing the person standing in front of him, Bei Ming was taken aback.
"Why is it you?" Chen Jun had already opened his eyes, unable to believe that the dart player standing in the yard was actually the guy who bought calligraphy and painting today.
Xiong Yanchao smiled: "Your calligraphy and painting are so good, our master is reluctant to let you die, and wants me to take you to see him."
Chen Jun's eyes were confused: "Your master? Who is your master?"
It was Bei Ming who answered Chen Jun: "His master, I do know!"
Xiong Yanchao raised the plain knife, and a cold light slid across the knife. The blade was cold, and Xiong Yanchao's expression was even colder.
"Oh, you know? Then tell me?"
Just now Beiming seemed to have eyes behind his back, and he was able to knock down the dart with a blind strike, which shows that his skills are by no means mediocre. Moreover, Bei Ming was able to guess Xiong Yanchao's origin, which surprised Xiong Yanchao even more.
Beiming proudly raised the corners of Baoliang's mouth, and also raised the black iron sword, making a show of setting fire to the sky.
"You are not an ordinary wealthy businessman who buys calligraphy and paintings, you are someone sent from the capital!"
Xiong Yanchao blamed himself deeply, he should have put more emphasis on what he said just now, otherwise when he uttered it, he would speak a very proper Beijing accent, and everyone could tell that he was from the capital.
"Since you know that I am sent by the capital, aren't you afraid? If you are afraid, quickly drop the sword in your hand and run for your life..."
Before Xiong Yanchao finished speaking, Beiming smiled sinisterly, and his two tall shoulders shook violently.
"The word escape, I will never find it in my dictionary! I am afraid that for a while, you will die by my sword, not me by your sword. Moreover, I like killing people from the capital most in my life." !"
What a shame!
Xiong Yanchao's gaze burst into flames: "It depends on whether you have the ability!"
It was a knife stabbing out, so fierce that Bei Ming felt goose bumps on his face.
But Bei Ming didn't fight with Xiong Yanchao, he saw his body turned slightly to one side, the black iron sword was raised obliquely, and it went towards Xiong Yanchao's throat.
The position was just right, accurate and ruthless, and the speed was very fast. It seemed that Bei Ming's sword had come very close to the throat in the blink of an eye.