Yang Jing couldn't tell why that painting attracted his attention so much, but the strong sense of attraction made him involuntarily want to walk over.

This feeling shocked Yang Jing. From childhood to adulthood, he had never encountered such a feeling. The strong sense of attraction was like...well, it was like something in his body was attracted by that painting.

"Well? Something in my body is attracted?" Yang Jing, who came to his senses, immediately realized that it seemed that the person who was really attracted by that painting was not himself, but the holy ring in his body!

Yang Jing immediately asked about the holy ring, but to Yang Jing's surprise, the holy ring, which had almost told him about his own problems during this period, had no movement at this time. But as the host of the holy ring, Yang Jing could clearly feel the holy ring's desire for that painting.

It's like a traveler who has been thirsty in the desert for five or six days, suddenly seeing the desire arises from the oasis...

Since he obtained the holy reckoning, the holy reckoning never seemed to have such a situation, which shocked Yang Jing. At the same time, the unusual manifestation of the holy reckoning also made Yang Jing suddenly understand one thing, that is, since this scroll can strongly attract the holy reckoning, it must be correct to take it down!

As the saying goes, "If you kill something wrong, you will not let it go", isn't that what you mean?

Although Yang Jing still cannot know why this rather shabby scroll brings such a strong attraction to the holy ring, since this situation occurs, it is absolutely correct to take it down!

So Yang Jing didn't care about going back, so he ran a few steps, came to the middle-aged man who was cleaning the stall, and said with a smile: "Brother, can you clean up a little slower? Let me take a look at that painting?"

The middle-aged man was stunned for a moment, looked at Yang Jing, then looked at the sky, and said in a little embarrassedly: "Brother, it's dawn this time. If I don't leave, an administrator may come to catch him later..."

Nowadays, there is no difference between Jinling and Yanjing. The turmoil has just ended for a few years, and the people are still very alert. Especially the stall owners in the ghost market, if they are not careful, they may be caught, and then they may be arrested with a big hat of speculation and slap...

At this time, when he was close to the painting, Yang Jing could feel the desire of the holy ring more clearly. Because the holy ring was already integrated with him, when Yang Jing looked at the painting, he couldn't help swallowing his saliva. That look, he looked like an old man who had been holding back for twenty years. The ghost saw a beautiful woman with charming charm and posing in a pose...

Fortunately, the middle-aged man continued to lower his head to clean up his stall after saying that. Otherwise, if he saw Yang Jing's appearance, he might be scared away immediately.

Yang Jing scratched his ears and heads and thought about it. Seeing that the stall owner was about to pack up the stall, Yang Jing didn't care about anything else and whispered: "Brother, my grandfather's birthday next month. He likes ink and water landscape paintings very much, so I want to give him a painting as a birthday gift when his grandfather celebrates his birthday. I just saw that the scroll in your hand seemed to be a landscape painting, so I......"

Before Yang Jing finished speaking, the middle-aged man waved his hand to interrupt Yang Jing and said with a smile: "Brother, this is not a place to talk. If you really want it, we might as well continue talking in another place. Look, look at the other side, it seems that someone is coming, I have to withdraw quickly."

Yang Jing looked in the direction pointed by the stall owner. With the light bright sky, he could vaguely see a group of people walking towards this place in the distance.

Although there is no urban management nowadays, the police at this time are even more powerful. Don’t forget that China has not yet completely banned guns, and formal police officers in this era can even be equipped with guns and patrols. Unlike later generations, without major police missions, police officers are not allowed to be equipped with guns.

Yang Jing turned around and said, "Brother, where are you going? Let me go with you."

The middle-aged man nodded, got on the tricycle quickly, pointed to the side of the tricycle, and said, "You sit there, I'll take you away!"

Yang Jing wanted to say "no", but then he thought that the stall owner had already packed all his things on the tricycle, and there was a dirty white cloth on it to cover it up. He rode the tricycle directly, probably no one would pay attention, but if he followed him and trotted, there would inevitably be more people paying attention.

After thinking about it, Yang Jing was on the side of the tricycle. The middle-aged man was not vague. As soon as he exerted force on his legs, the tricycle started quickly.

Even though he was pulling Yang Jing for more than 140 pounds, the tricycle still ran very fast.

When the tricycle turned a corner and left Chaotiangong West Street, the middle-aged man who was riding the tricycle turned his head and asked, "Brother, where are you from? I heard that your accent doesn't look like a local from Jinling."

Yang Jing was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Brother, I am from Jiangning County in the south. However, my father never came back when he was in the army. I have been living in the northern Shandong Province. Isn't my grandfather's 70th birthday? My mother and I will come back together to pay our birthday to my grandfather."

"Oh, I said, no wonder you have a lingering taste of Lusheng in your accent." After a pause, the middle-aged man smiled and said, "It's a bit the opposite. My mother's home is from Lusheng. During the natural disaster in 1960s and three years, the family couldn't eat anymore, and even my father starved to death. My mother led me and my sister to escape here. Later, my mother married my current father again, so I stayed here. Alas, it's been more than 20 years old. When I came here with my mother, I was only ten years old..."

Only then did Yang Jing realize that this "middle-aged man" who seemed to be in his forties was now in his thirties.

Yang Jing couldn't help but sigh that this era is indeed impossible to compare with later generations. Later generations were men in their forties who looked like they were thirty, and now they are just the opposite...

In this era, life is under too much pressure!

The elder brother seemed very willing to chat with people. After saying the words just now, he asked as if he remembered something: "I just talked, but haven't asked the elder brother for his surname?"

"Oh. I don't have the word "Gui" and my surname is Yang, Yang Shu. Where are you, brother?"

"My surname is Zhao, and this is my stepfather's surname. Originally, I had the surname Guo, but during the three years of famine, the family of the whole family starved to death, except for my mother, and my sister. So after my mother remarried, I followed my stepfather's surname."

As he said that, he shrugged again and cursed, "This damn God!"

As the two of them were talking, Brother Zhao pulled Yang Jing around the alley, almost missing Yang Jing, and then stopped in front of a yard.

This is a very ordinary small courtyard in Jinling in the early 1980s. Brother Zhao got out of the car, opened the gate, and pushed the three wheels directly in. As soon as he entered the door, he shouted loudly: "Mom, the guest is here."

With this voice, the screen door of the room was pushed open, and an old woman who looked almost sixty years old walked out of it.

"Xiao Zheng is back? Who is this?"

"Mom, this is a little brother I met on the market. Brother Yang wants to buy our painting, but just as the market manager came, I took Brother Yang to our house to talk. Mom, is my dad in a better situation, right?"

"Hey... your dad is still like that, now I'm waiting for you to make money to buy medicine."

As he said that, the old woman smiled at Yang Jing and said, "Young man, come and sit in the house. The house is in chaos, don't mind."

"Thank you, aunt." Yang Jing was polite and followed the old woman into the house. This room was a very ordinary bungalow with lights on in the house, which was quite bright, but there was a strong smell of Chinese herbal medicine in the house. Obviously, there were patients in the house and they should be very sick.

Not long after entering the house, Brother Zhao walked in with the scroll in his hand.

"Brother Yang, were you just trying to ask about this painting?"

Yang Jing nodded and was about to say something, Brother Zhao said, "Let's go, let's look in the room, this painting can't be placed here."

But I didn't expect that as soon as the words were finished, a weak voice sounded inside the house: "Zhao Zheng, that painting cannot be sold. It is a family heirloom passed down by the ancestors of our Zhao family."

Zhao Zheng shook his head helplessly, gave Yang Jing a little restless expression, then opened the curtain and walked into the inner room. After a while, Yang Jing could clearly hear a quarrel coming from the inside.

"Dad, see how you look like? Why are you still holding that heirloom? If you don't go to the hospital for treatment, there is a possibility of worsening."

"If it deteriorates, it will worsen. Anyway, my old man won't live long, but that painting was passed down by our ancestors of the Zhao family and cannot be sold. If it is sold, how can you meet my ancestors after you die!"

"Dad, if you want to meet our ancestors, you might as well wait! No matter how heirlooms are, it is not as important as your body. Once you sell this painting, you will have money to see a doctor. Then you will definitely live another thirty years. When you are 100 years old, you will talk to our ancestors of the Zhao family."

Zhao Zheng's mother obviously heard the quarrel inside, and smiled apologetically at Yang Jing, opened the curtain and walked in, and then a voice of comfort came from inside.

"Old Zhao, just listen to Xiao Zheng. That's just a painting. If you lose your life, how can you let me live? Let's listen to Xiao Zheng this time, we should treat the disease first!"

Zhao Zheng also persuaded him, and after a while, the old voice stopped talking again.
Chapter completed!