When we arrived at the county town, we found that the troops were passing by in the county town, and many people wearing black clothes and big-brimmed hats were walking around the streets. The carriages in the carriage shop were all requisitioned, and the fat old man could no longer go to the provincial capital.

A big pot was set up in the yard of the Chema shop, and burning firewood was driven under the pot. The soldiers surrounded the big pot, waiting for the meal. The Chema shop was clamoring, like a hornet's nest poked a stick.

There are two types of soldiers, one is the veteran's Youzi, and the other is the new recruit's egg. The veteran's Youzi walks and speaks in a different tone. When the meal starts, they also have to make a meal first. The meal that day was a big pot of porridge. When the veteran's Youzi cooks, each of them only had half a bowl, and then stood next to the big pot to eat, eating quickly. When the new recruit's egg cook, they beat a full bowl and brought it under the wall in the distance. When the new recruit's egg starts to eat, the veteran's Youzi's half bowl of rice had already been eaten, and they started to make a second bowl. This time, each of them was a full bowl. When the new recruit's egg finished the first bowl and wanted to eat the second bowl, the big pot was empty. As a result, the veteran's Youzi ate a bowl and a half, and was full; while the new recruit's egg only ate one bowl and was not full yet.

When I saw this situation, I deeply felt that the veteran is the veteran and is smarter than the new recruits at all times.

Without a carriage, I couldn't go to the provincial capital, so I had to take the fat old man to Shunwa's seal carving stall and report to him. My mission was halfway through being able to bring the fat old man back to Shunwa.

When we passed by the door of a house without a wall, we saw that there was also a meal here. The soldiers were rushing forward, like a group of pigs. A new recruit stood aside in a daze. They had porcelain jars or rice bowls in their hands, and he had empty hands.

I thought he might not have a utensil for serving rice. Seeing the urinary basin of this family bent upside down in the corner of the wall, I suddenly felt a childlike heart, so I walked forward, pointed to the urinary basin in the corner of the wall and asked the recruit Danzi: "What is that?"

When the recruit Danzi saw the urinary basin, he was overjoyed and ran over to pick it up, nodded at me and said thank you. He had a southern accent and spoke like a bird's chirping.

People at that time lived a hard life and had simple facilities. Northerners used urinary basins to carry urine and defecate at night, while southerners used toilets; urinary basins were tiles burned from brick kilns, and were pitch black in color; toilets were heavy wooden barrels, which later developed into light plastic barrels. Southerners had never seen urinary basins in the north, and northerners had never seen toilets in the south.

The new recruit Danzi walked towards the rice cooker with the piping basin. A little-footed lady walked out of the room. She shouted to the new recruit Danzi: "That can't serve rice?"

The recruit Danzi looked through the urinary basin in his hand and said, "Why can't I serve the rice? I think it's pretty good."

Mrs. Little Foot shouted: "That's a pisodon."

The recruit Danzi said, "I know you want a basin, I won't take it away, I will give it back to you after using it."

As a result, the recruit used a urine basin to serve half a pot of porridge and squatted in the corner and ate happily.

I tried hard to hold it back, so I didn't laugh. The courage of this recruit was really funny. People said it was a city gate building, you said that there was a wart on your feet; people said that the city gate building collapsed, you said that the wart on your feet was ready.

The little-footed lady moved her short legs like a bracket and walked towards the recruit eggs who were eating deliciously in a piping basin. I was afraid that she would tell the truth, and that she would inevitably be beaten and scolded by the recruit eggs, so she quickly ran away. The fat old man followed me and walked away quickly.

There are soldiers everywhere in the county town, and there are few local adult men. They probably hide, afraid of being pulled out of the strong men. I, the fat old man and I, are old and the young, look down on them, so there is no need to worry.

I took the fat old man through the entire county town and found the calligraphy and painting shop under the city wall. The calligraphy and painting shop was closed, and all the shops on the street were closed. These soldiers were like a group of locusts. Wherever they passed, all the useful things were looted.

There was no way, so we returned to the street again, hungry and desperate, not knowing where to go. Later, when we were tired of walking, we squatted on the corner of the street. The fat old man asked me: "Do you know who the Lord of Taohua Temple is?"

The fat old man asked me this, reminding me of the picture of a lady I saw at the old man goat's house last night. I knew nothing about antiques and knew nothing about ancient paintings, so I shook my head. The fat old man seemed to say to himself: "Since I'm called Taohua Temple Master, then I must be a nun, but there was that nun who could paint in the past? No."

It turned out that along the way, the fat old man had been thinking about the ancient painting hidden in the bottom of the box by the old man on the goat.

After lunch, the soldiers drove out, and the number of people on the street gradually increased, and the doors of the shop were opened one after another. I took the fat old man a few steps when I saw Shunwa walking towards me.

Shunwa asked: "Where are you going?"

I said, "I want to go to the calligraphy and painting shop to find you."

Shunwa's face changed. He widened his eyes and asked me: "Who asked you to go to the calligraphy and painting shop? Who allowed you to go to the calligraphy and painting shop?" After he finished shouting, he looked at the fat old man with his eyes, wanting to see the fat old man's expression. The fat old man was at the door of a grocery store at the time, holding a colander in his hand and was talking to the owner.

I understand that he thought I took the fat old man to the calligraphy and painting shop. The calligraphy and painting shop may be their base for activities and do not want any strangers to go there.

The soldiers left, and the carriages from the carriage shop were also conscripted, and the fat old man still could not go to the provincial capital. Shunwa asked me about my situation these two days, and I briefly told him that Shunwa took us to have a meal.

There was a small stall next to the north gate, selling fried buns. After the soldiers left, the fried buns stall also set up. We sat there for dinner.

There were only three of us who had dinner. We looked around and asked the fat old man: "Where are you always going?"

The fat old man talked about his adventures along the way with great spirit. After listening to it, Shunwa said to the fat old man: "This is an elaborate serial scam, can't you tell it?"

The fat old man stammered his neck and said, "Scam? How could it be a scam? If it were a scam, I would have seen it long ago. I have been walking in the world for many years."

Shunwa smiled and said, "You old man, this time, is really a mistake. Let me tell you, that old man in coarse cloth is a very famous old liar in our generation, nicknamed "Bone-Bone Cold," which means that every person who is deceived will be cold to the core when he mentions him, and you will know how dark his heart and means are."

The fat old man said: "No, how can there be so many coincidences in the world? When I went to Zhoujiakou, I happened to meet them robbing the tomb; I bargained with the old man coarse cloth, and happened to meet the village collecting antiques..."

Shunwa interrupted him and said, "If you don't believe me, I'll take you to see a place."

The fat old man asked, "Where to go?"

Shunwa said: "I can't guarantee that you will see it tonight, but I can guarantee that you will definitely see it within three days."

The fat old man still didn't understand, so he asked, "What are you looking at?"

Shunwa said: "Can you wait here for three days?"

The fat old man said: "The carriages in the carriage shop have been confiscated. I don't want to wait, I have to wait."

After eating the fried buns, the fat old man asked Shunwa again: "Do you know who the Taohua Temple is?"

Shunwa lowered his head and pondered for a while, and he said, "I seem to know that he is a very famous painter. What are you asking about this?"

The fat old man said: "I saw an ancient painting with the signature of the Taohua Temple Lord. I don't know who it is, so I want to ask."

Shunwa said, "Let's do this, I'll take you to find a few more people to ask."

That day, Shunwa took the fat old man to ask three people, two were old painters with long beards, and one was a monk in the temple. They all said that the owner of Taohua Temple was Tang Bohu.

Every time the fat old man heard Tang Bohu's name, his eyebrows would jump.

The fat old man asked the monk: "Why did Tang Bohu give such a name?"

The monk said: "Tang Bohu lived in seclusion in the mountains and forests in his later years and devoted himself to painting. He built a thatched cottage, surrounded by peach trees. In spring, peach blossoms bloomed, bees and butterflies danced, which was very beautiful. Tang Bohu called himself the Lord of Taohua Temple. Few people know about Tang Bohu's name, while Liuru lay Buddhists, and Tang Sheng, the Lu Kingdom, knew more."

The fat old man has been thinking about the picture of the old goat's lady. Now he is finally sure that it is Tang Bohu's original work.

The fat old man came to the county town this time and was determined to win. He either bought Chu Suiliang's funeral objects from the old man with coarse cloth or bought Tang Bohu's pictures of ladies from the old man with goat. This old man probably had a lot of money in the capital, otherwise he would not be so rich.

When dusk came, Shunwa took us out of the north gate. The fat old man asked, "Where are you going?"

Shunwa said, "You follow me and you will understand when you get to the place."

In addition to the north gate, turn left and then left, the fat old man looked around and said, "Isn't this the place I walked last time?"

Shunwa said, "Yes, I'm going to go to that ancient tomb. You will understand after seeing it."
Chapter completed!