Wenbao Street is very close to the venue of the Qinhui, separated only by two grocery streets.
This time, Fang Yun did not take a close look at the things in the two grocery streets. He just took a quick look. When he was about to enter the largest Wenbao Street, Nunu suddenly jumped into his arms, raised his head, grabbed the clothes on his chest with his claws and hung him on his body. His expression was very serious, and his two little eyes kept winking, as if he was afraid of being discovered.
Fang Yun realized that Nunu had something to say, so he slowly walked to a secluded place.
"Do you have something important to say?" Fang Yun asked in a low voice.
Nunu nodded seriously.
"Go ahead." Fang Yun said.
Nunu stared at Fang Yun with his pair of black eyes, pretending to be very serious and trying hard, but finally he suddenly lost his temper and pointed at his mouth with his paw, as if to say that he couldn't speak.
"Can you write?"
The little fox shook his head shyly.
Fang Yun said helplessly: "Then let me guess. If what I say is right, nod your head, if it's wrong, shake your head. Do you understand?"
Nunu nodded.
"What you found was something bad?"
Nunu shook his head.
"Good news?" Fang Yun became more interested.
The little fox nodded vigorously.
"Is it a person?"
The little fox shook his head.
"Is it something?"
Nunu thought about it and nodded.
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Next, Fang Yun took great pains and finally found out the truth through a question-and-answer method: Nunu found something good in a store, but it didn't know what it was exactly. It only knew that it was very good and wanted Fang Yun to buy it, but it was afraid that others would see it and raise the price, so it waited until Fang Yun passed by before giving him a look to remind him.
So Fang Yun discussed with Nunu how to find the thing, and then told Yang Yuhuan to pretend that she knew nothing, and walked forward for a while. Then he slowly walked back with Nunu in his arms, pretending to look at something seriously, walking for a while and stopping for a while.
When they arrived in front of a grocery store, Nunu suddenly secretly pressed Fang Yun's hand with his little paw, indicating that this was the store.
Fang Yun looked around casually and found that the shop was not small, about two meters wide, and the shelves on both sides were filled with things, and the things were particularly diverse. There were ancient books, broken cultural treasures, porcelain bottles and jades, bronze tripods and stone sculptures. It was a typical antique shop.
There were several people in the shop, some were talking about the age of the antiques, and some were bargaining with the shop owner.
Fang Yun looked at it and said to Yang Yuhuan: "Cultural treasures have a long history, but they are too expensive. The most common cultural treasures of the Juren are worth tens of thousands of taels of silver. And most of the time they are not sold for money. Therefore, those cultural treasures that have lost their charm or even broken are all considered to be the best collections on the spot. Look at this official seal, it is a cultural treasure from the Han Dynasty, and its charm has disappeared. It is no different from ordinary official seals of the Han Dynasty, but in terms of collection value, it is at least three times that of ordinary official seals!"
"Well, when I was in Ji County, I heard that there was an old scholar who liked to collect broken porcelain pieces, not to mention cultural treasures." Yang Yuhuan followed Fang Yun's words.
When Fang Yun walked past a shelf, Nunu's little paw suddenly pressed his hand again.
Fang Yun understood and looked at the shelf. This shelf was more cluttered than the others. It was a large box that was five feet square. There were many broken things in it, mostly various broken cultural treasures, some of which even had the aura of residual talent.
Fang Yun was not in a hurry to find them so as not to be seen through by experts. He said to Yang Yuhuan, "These are all broken cultural treasures. Look at that pen holder. It still has talent. Although only half of it is left, it is worth two hundred taels of silver. It should not be placed here. This shop should be newly opened, otherwise they should choose a bigger shop and put such valuable things one by one instead of hastily putting them together."
At this time, a middle-aged man smiled and gave a thumbs up, saying, "This scholar has a good eye! Several merchants from our county have come to Yuhai City to do business together. They have only been here for less than a month. This is also their first time to Yinlong Pavilion. It is indeed hasty. Since the scholar is an expert and will not humiliate the treasure, you can get a 10% discount on the first item you buy!"
Fang Yun smiled and said, "Since you said so, I must choose one, otherwise it would be a waste of the store's sincerity."
The two smiled politely, and Fang Yun put Nunu on his shoulder and lowered his head to look for something in the large square box. He picked up each item one by one and looked at it. Occasionally, he would ask the shop owner about the price, and even bargained. He chose a small stone sculpture with collection value, just like buying something normally.
After touching more than a dozen pieces, Fang Yun came across a piece of animal skin and was about to put it aside.
At the same time, Nunu's little paws pressed hard on his shoulders.
Fang Yun immediately took the animal skin and examined it carefully. The skin was pure black and extremely thick, about an inch thick. It was more like a mat than skin.
The fur of the animal skin was very short, less than half an inch high, not prickly, and very comfortable to the touch. The fur was obviously very old, but it looked very new. There were three drops of dried blood on it, which should have been black, but it was bright red, giving people a weird sense of time confusion, and it looked like a fake.
Although Fang Yun did not have much experience in collecting and appraising, he had read many miscellaneous books and was very familiar with the beasts of the two tribes, the monsters and the barbarians. It was impossible for the known monsters to have this kind of fur.
The only flaw of this animal hide is that it is only the size of a palm. Animal hides must be larger to be useful. Palm-sized animal hides can only be used as rags, which are difficult to use and difficult to confirm their origins, greatly reducing their collection value.
Fang Yun didn't want any accidents to happen, so he made sufficient preparations. He picked up the skin and asked, "Shopkeeper, how much is this animal skin?"
The shopkeeper had no doubt at all, he stretched out his hand and spread out his five fingers.
"Oh? Five taels?"
The shopkeeper immediately said, "Sir, you are joking. It is five hundred taels."
"Okay, this thing is mine! Sister Yuhuan, give him the money!" Fang Yun immediately grabbed the animal skin.
The shopkeeper realized at a glance that Fang Yun had found something good, and its actual value must be far more than five hundred taels. A look of pain appeared on his face, and after hesitating for a moment, he said, "Five hundred taels is five hundred! If you become rich in the future, don't forget to come to our shop more often. This is our shop's business card." As he spoke, he handed over a thinly polished bamboo piece.
Fang Yun secretly breathed a sigh of relief. It would be stupid to bargain again at this time. If he agreed and paid the money in one go, according to the law, the thing would already belong to him. If something unexpected happened during the bargaining process, such as the other party raising the price or waiting for a higher price, that would be bad news.
"Since the store has the treasure I like, I will naturally go there often." Fang Yun imitated the store owner and called it a treasure. He took the business card with a smile and took a closer look. Business cards are actually business cards. They have been popular since the Han Dynasty. The so-called "visiting" and "visiting cards" are actually similar to business cards. However, most scholars write visiting cards by hand to show their seriousness, while merchants like to mass-produce bamboo business cards that are not easy to break.
Fang Yun quickly put the animal skin into his pocket to avoid being seen by anyone.
At the same time, three people suddenly came in from the door. One of them happened to see Fang Yun taking the fur away. He thought for a moment. A look of regret flashed across his face. He walked over quickly and said with a smile, "Scholar, are you willing to sell the fur just now?"
Fang Yun looked at the man carefully. He was an ordinary middle-aged man with a smile on his face, clear eyes, a mustache on his chin, and unusually old-fashioned clothes. His left hand was behind his back. Then it fell to his side, with nothing in his hand.
Fang Yun recalled carefully, vaguely remembering that a small piece of wood appeared in the man's hand. The small piece of wood was obviously very ordinary. But he felt a strange power imprinted in his mind, and the strange book world moved slightly, and a shadow of a piece of wood appeared and then disappeared.
When the man came over, Nunu's snow-white fox fur exploded. Four small paws grabbed Fang Yun's clothes tightly, and looked at the man's left sleeve with vigilance.
Fang Yun stroked Nunu and smiled at the man without answering.
The man looked at Nunu in surprise, and seeing Fang Yun's expression, he sighed and said, "You may not recognize that thing, or even know its use. Why don't you give it to me? I will try my best to satisfy your needs."
Fang Yun shook his head slightly.
The man came over and whispered, "One Jinshi Wenbao, no more."
Fang Yun also whispered, "You are obviously here specifically to look for furs that you have never seen before. No one can do this except those famous semi-saint families. If you want it, you can, but you must exchange it for cultural treasures of equal value."
The man was silent for a moment, then said, "I don't know the true value of this thing. I only guess it's very high, but I can't say for sure whether it can be used. A piece of cultural treasure of a university scholar is my limit."
Fang Yun was secretly delighted. He didn't expect that the fur was so valuable. Even the two dragon horns combined could not be worth as much as a grand secretary's treasure. But from what this man said, if the fur could be used, its value would be even higher than the grand secretary's treasure.
Nunu pressed Fang Yun's shoulder with his paw, indicating that the price was too low.
Fang Yun naturally understood and said, "Too low."
The man sighed and moved his left sleeve slightly.
Nunu's eyes widened immediately.
The man said, "Since we meet, let me advise you that it is best to bring this fur with you when you enter the Holy Ruins. Alas..." The man turned and left with great regret, and the two people who followed him glared at Fang Yun fiercely.
As the three walked, their appearance changed silently, they left Yinlong Pavilion, and finally came to a secluded teahouse.
"You seem to know him?"
"The best among the ten countries is Fang Yun." The leader picked up the teacup and drank the tea slowly.
"He has only recently become famous, why doesn't he try to get that thing? Is he just going to give it up after eight years of hard work? Otherwise, Menglin Hall..."
"We in the Ji family have always gone with the flow, never against the current! Since it's his, it's his. Let's make a good relationship today so that we can meet again in the future."
"Won't the Third Young Master's trip to the Holy Ruins mean he will return empty-handed?"
"Not necessarily. It may be a blessing for our Ji family if we cannot get it today! Menglin Hall seized the Three Chapters of Han Xin from the Han and Zhang families. They have the upper hand and will definitely find ways to enter the Holy Ruins. Our Ji family will definitely lose in a head-on confrontation with them. Holding the fur will bring us uncertain consequences. But Fang's luck is different."
"Why is he different?"
"I can't figure anything out about him."
In Yinlong Pavilion, a voice appeared in Fang Yun's ears.
"I'll help you kill someone, can you give me the fur?"
Fang Yun laughed in silence. The Whale King actually also set his eyes on this thing. At the same time, he became more and more interested in this fur. He could actually hide it from the Whale King. If Nunu had not passed by, it would have definitely been obtained by that person.
Fang Yun did not answer, and the Whale King continued: "The old man said that we in the Dragon Palace do not owe anyone anything. The 'Wenyouxuan' should have what you want. As for whether you can choose it, it depends on your own ability." (To be continued...)