Chapter 139: Bamboo Cry.

The people watching the excitement gradually dispersed, and Ye Xing and his party also left the front of the Chen Mansion with the flow of people.

"Is that "Ink Bamboo" really worthless?" Ye Xing thought about it and still wondered, Su Shi has been hundreds of years away from the Ming Dynasty, and his genuine work should be very valuable, even if it was copied by Su Shi.

Di Xiaojie said in a connoisseur's tone: "That "Ink Bamboo" is still worth thousands of taels of silver, but it is not an original painting after all, so it is impossible to have more money. ”

A few thousand taels of silver is not much for a flashy place like Yangzhou, and in those Fengyue places, many people spend a lot of money, and these thousands of taels of silver are nothing.

Ye Xing didn't ask, he knew that although this painting was not worth much here, if he got it to the twenty-first century, it would definitely be a unique product, and it was Su Shi's authentic work, and the price would definitely make a family live comfortably for a lifetime.

But Ye Xing is just thinking about it, and it's still a question whether he can go back.

When the few of them came to the inn, the sky had slowly darkened, and the sunset in the west was really beautiful.

The sun sets in every place, but the sun sets differently in each place.

Some places are magnificent, while others are graceful.

The sunset in Yangzhou gives people a kind of lightness, neither strong nor hidden.

"Tomorrow should be a good day!" Ye Xing said with a smile.

But other people don't pay much attention to this sentence, the weather is not really important to them, as long as they are in Yangzhou, whether it is sunny or rainy, they like it.

At night, Yangzhou City is lit up everywhere, and the roadside is full of all kinds of snacks, which reminds Ye Xing of his time when he went to school, every night, the lights are bright near the school, he often walks around the school with his classmates, buying a lamb skewer for a dollar, or fried sweet potato balls, those seem not very expensive, but they are delicious, and Ye Xing is more enjoying the time with friends.

But now it's all gone.

But you can have everything.

Hua Zhimeng smiled and said, "Let's go to the night market!" ”

The others were a little confused at first, but Ye Xing smiled slightly: "Okay! ”

So Ye Xing led a few of them from one street to another on the streets of Yangzhou, and they bought all the delicious things they saw.

At this time, the autumn wind was cold, but the few of them didn't care at all, they were very happy, they had money, and they could buy whatever they wanted.

On the first night of entering Yangzhou, the eight of them carnivaled, and in the end, it was Ying sister-in-law and Uncle Que who were the first to propose to go back to the inn to rest, they were not young, although it was not the first time for them to play this way, but it was really a little unbearable.

Ye Xing was also a little tired from playing, so he agreed with the words of Sister-in-law Ying and Uncle Que.

When I walked down a street again, there weren't many people setting up stalls anymore, and they were going to rest.

The weather the next day was not as good as Ye Xing said, but gloomy.

A few of them woke up late, and yesterday they had been playing for too long.

When the shopkeeper called them to get up and eat, half of the day had passed.

When the few of them got together again, they had one thing to decide, that is, whether they should go to the county magistrate Tang Yiwei, and whether they would reveal their identities.

Judging from yesterday's situation, Tang Yiwei left a good impression on Ye Xing, and it seemed that there was no need for them to hide their identities.

So they decided to go to the county government today to learn about what they should know, and then they played in Yangzhou City for a few days before leaving.

Although Yangzhou is good, it is not a place to stay for a long time.

But just when the few of them were walking towards Yangzhou County, they suddenly met a person, who was in a hurry and almost hit Ye Xing.

And Ye Xing and they all knew that person, he was Chen Fu who asked someone to appreciate Su Shi's "Ink Bamboo" yesterday, Chen Fu looked flustered at this time, holding a painting in his hand, and hurriedly rushed to the county office.

Ye Xing and the others were very curious, what kind of painting was in Chen Fu's hand, what did he do when he went to the county office, did he want to pay a bribe?

Ye Xing thought of this, so he hurriedly asked Hua Zhimeng and a few of them to follow.

Things were not what Ye Xing thought, after Chen Fu came to the county office, he beat the big drum in front of the county office, and after a while, a government official invited Chen Fu in.

Ye Xing and the others were curious, so they stood outside to watch, and the passers-by at this time were also attracted and surrounded the county government.

I saw that after Chen Fu knelt down, he opened the painting in his hand, Ye Xing and they really saw it outside, it was the "Ink Bamboo" that he let people appreciate yesterday, but why did he take this painting to court today?

Things are by no means simple, and at this time, the county commander Tang Yiwei had already walked out, and he saw Chen Fu kneeling under the hall, which was also very strange, so he hurriedly asked: "Master Chen, what's wrong, why did you take Su Shi's "Ink Bamboo" to sue?" ”

Chen Fu's face was depressed, and he knelt down and said: "After everyone left yesterday, I put this painting in the box and locked it, but who knew that today I opened the box and saw that this painting is no longer the painting left by our ancestors yesterday, just like the county order yesterday said, although the painting is not worth anything, but at least it was left by our Chen family ancestors, how can I let that painting be lost in my hands!" ”

Tang Yiwei was even more strange, so he walked down and picked up the painting to look at it carefully, and when he picked up the painting, Ye Xing and the others found that the ink bamboo was actually crying.

Di Xiaojie whispered: "This painting must have been painted in a hurry, so before the picture was dry, it was exchanged for Chen Fu's original painting by thieves." ”

Ye Xing felt that what Di Xiaojie said was very reasonable, but there was one thing he couldn't figure out, since Chen Fu's "Ink Bamboo" was not very valuable, why did the thief draw a fake in exchange, since he could steal Chen Fu's "Ink Bamboo", he would definitely be able to steal Chen Fu's jewelry, but why did he steal a worthless painting?

After Tang blindly looked at it, he hurriedly said: "This is indeed not yesterday's one!" Tang blindly threw the fake to the ground, already very angry: "This thief is really bold, he dares to steal and change Master Chen's painting, Master Chen, don't worry, I will definitely help find the thief who stole the painting and find the painting for you." ”

Chen Fu nodded again and again, he came here to report the case, naturally hoping that Tang would blindly find his lost paintings.

But this painting was stolen at night, and there was no clue at all, so how could he get the "Ink Bamboo" back?

Ye Xing was very puzzled below, and then he looked at Tang Yiwei, he wanted to know how Tang Yiwei would investigate this matter.