Fish swimming around the world

Pei Yunjin persuaded him again and saw that he was determined to return. Although he didn't know why, he had no choice but to do so.

"By the way, Zhang Zaifu left something for you."

With that said, he stood up and took a yellow wooden box from the shelf.

"Leave it to me?" Jiang Fan opened it curiously and saw that there was actually an inkstone in the wooden box.

A green and yellow pen, a flawless white inkstone.

"Spring and Autumn Brush, black and white inkstone?" Jiang Fan was surprised.

These two are the symbols of the Prime Minister of the Five Kingdoms, and they are regarded as treasures in the minds of scholars all over the world, and even gold and silver cannot exchange them for them.

"This is Zhang Zaifu's beloved thing, why did you give it to me?"

Pei Yunjin said with envy: "Zhang Zaifu said that this time he retired, it was enough for him to get the word Xiaolang, and he left these two things as a souvenir to Xiaolang, which was regarded as repaying Xiaolang's gift of the word. "

Jiang Fan held it in his hand and played with it. For a moment, he looked at Pei Yunjin with evil eyes: "Sister, these two things are very valuable..."

...Pei Yunjin was speechless, don't you regard money as dirt?

Jiang Fan chuckled and said: "I am still very greedy for money, mainly because I really don't have any use for it, otherwise I will definitely let my sister know what it means to be the biggest money addict in ancient and modern times."

I heard your nonsense!

Pei Yunjin rolled his eyes, but a beauty is a beauty, and even a roll of his eyes would make her look charming.

"You can be ridiculous. This is just a piece of green bamboo. This inkstone is also carved from white stone. Although the material is ordinary, the person who uses it is extraordinary, so it is a real treasure in the eyes of the world. Keep it well. . If anyone knew that you wanted to exchange spring and autumn pens and black and white inkstones, they would probably overturn your little boat. "

"Oh...that's it. I thought it was really made of some rare gem..." Jiang Fan couldn't help curling his lips, disappointed.

Jiang Fan was not interested, so he fiddled with it a few times and asked: "Sister, this inkstone is all white and flawless, why is it called a black and white inkstone? And this Spring and Autumn Brush, how did it get its name?"

Pei Yunjin said: "You don't even know this? Sometimes I really don't know whether you are a scholar or a person who doesn't understand anything. The Spring and Autumn Brush was originally made from a section of green bamboo picked on Qianhuang Ridge in Taihua Mountain. Over time, it is half green and half yellow, and the people's clouds imply the meaning of Spring and Autumn, and Lord Zaifu used this pen to write the Spring and Autumn Period, so it is called the Spring and Autumn Brush. The black and white inkstone is carved from a piece of white stone picked up by Lord Zhang at the foot of Kunlun Mountain. After grinding the ink, black and white are clear. People say that Zhang Zaifu was upright in his life and could distinguish right from wrong. Just like this white inkstone, black and white are clear, so it is called a black and white inkstone. "

"It turns out that it's not that these two things are special in themselves, but that Zhang Zaifu gives them value."

After playing with it for a while, Jiang Fan put the pen and inkstone into the box and pushed it towards Pei Yunjin: "Sister Pei, it's not convenient for me to carry this thing, so I'll leave it here with you."

Pei Yunjin was also stunned: "Are you stupid? You just leave such a precious thing here with me?"

Jiang Fan shook his head indifferently: "It's quite heavy to carry, and I have no place to put it. Anyway, I am uneducated, and I am too lazy to read and write. What's the use of keeping it? One day, if my sister falls in love with a romantic scholar, It would be nice to give it to him as a gift.”

Pei Yunjin slapped him hard on the forehead: "Nonsense! How could Zhang Zaifu's treasure be given away casually? The old gentleman treats you very differently. This thing has a sense of inheritance. You dare not give it to me." want."

Jiang Fan said: "Anyway, I don't care. I still have a lot of goods to bring. Sister, just help me store them. My shabby thatched hut can't afford such treasures from the literary world. The old gentleman is really giving me a problem." , what do you call this thing given to me? Uh... yes, Mingzhu secretly throws it."

Pei Yunjin stroked his forehead and was speechless. This younger brother's lazy temper was rare, and he didn't look like a sixteen or seventeen-year-old boy. These were Zhang Zaifu's spring and autumn brushes and black and white inkstones. They were things no one could dream of obtaining. He just pushed them so nonchalantly, and seemed to be quite disgusted with them.

"You...hey! My sister doesn't even know what to say to you."

"Then don't talk about it. This noodle... can you give me another bowl?"

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"Xiao Lang is such a strange person..." Pei Yunjin leaned against the window and returned to his lazy look.

"Who says it's not the case? It was a gift from Zhang Zaifu, who is famous all over the world. It would be better for him to abandon it like a pair of worn shoes." Miss Xiao He was also puzzled.

"They are all strange people. How can the poem that Xiaolang gave me be an ordinary thing? Even heavenly literature and music may not be able to produce it. It is really difficult for him to have such a sense of life at such a young age, just like..."

"Like an old man." Xiao He said.

Pei Yunjin said: "If he had never experienced turbulent waves, if he had experienced countless decades of life, how could he have written such poems? But he is clearly just a young man."

Xiao Qing's expression was always cold, but he also couldn't figure it out: "Maybe the fisherman on the Longjiang River is also him, otherwise how could he write such heroic and free poems at such a young age as if you didn't see the water of the Longjiang River coming up from the sky."

"On the one hand, he is free and unrestrained, on the other hand, he is indifferent to the vicissitudes of life, and on the other hand, he is a happy young man. Which one is the real young man?"

The three of them were somewhat silent. After a long time, Xiao Qing took the lead and said: "Xiao Lang's strange behavior is unpredictable, but for us, a Linjiang Immortal has come out, and Linjiang Pavilion's promotion to the Eight Great Masters is just around the corner. Miss, we should make some preparations."

Pei Yunjin nodded, but his eyes were looking at the roaring river outside the window, his eyes a little obsessed.

...So what kind of person is Xiao Lang?

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"Old guy! I'm back! Come out and help..."

Jiang Fan shouted in the direction of the hut while unloading the goods.

"Ouch!" The first one to come out was the mixed-haired dog. Wagging his tail, he happily ran to Jiang Fan and kept rubbing his trousers with his head.

"Haha, Big Big Wolf, you are still smart, but the barking always goes astray." Jiang Fan rubbed the dog's head, but he was as dissatisfied as ever with the barking instead of barking.

After a while, a tall woman dressed in coarse linen came out of the hut.

"You're back. Have you bought everything?"

"...Ah, mother, mother... I have bought everything. I bought you two more sets of clothes."

Jiang Fan doesn't like calling his wife weird these days.

I don’t know why, but every time I call her my wife, I always think of the first time she woke up, with her evil eyes and her stern look in all directions.

This woman must have an unusual background. One day her secret will be exposed and she will be in trouble... It's all your fault, you old guy, who is full of nonsense. Just wait, no one will be able to escape if you are unlucky in the future.

"Why are you dazed! Move your things quickly, grandpa has gone up the mountain, it's just the two of us."

"oh oh……"

Although this woman has lost her memory, she still speaks in a crisp and clear manner that cannot be rejected. Jiang Fan guessed that he might be used to giving orders in the past.

After working for a while, things were sorted out.

"Rice, flour, grains, oils, condiments, clothes, and fishing gear are all here. There's a lot of everything." Jiang Fan counted it with his fingers and said.

Bai Xiaocui hummed: "I want fish head cakes for dinner, you can make them."