Zhou Shuming's brows furrowed tightly. The so-called gold in troubled times and antiques in prosperous times. In 1977, it was only sixteen short years since the Revolution of 1911. The bones of the scholars who used to sell their goods to the imperial family were still cold. Today, a gun and a bag of rice are more substantial than a book. Their former value Huge collections of rare books, calligraphy and paintings have been in decline, and dilapidated libraries can be found everywhere. Some unscrupulous descendants even sold it as scrap paper.
The twelve books in front of him cost Zhou Shuming only 4,000 oceans to get them out of the library of the old Zhou family. 40 years ago, even his old Juren master would have been willing to spend more than 1,000 yuan. The stone rice was exchanged. Thinking of this, Zhou Shuming took a sip of tea, raised his eyebrows and said to Huang Xuan: "If Mr. Huang is not satisfied, I can find more, but please keep a few more grains in the warehouse." day."
"Just one day." Huang Xuan proudly stretched out a finger and said, "My time is limited and I can't wait for so many days." He lit the last box and said, "You can also use these two Spring and Autumn Classics of the Song Dynasty." Bring it back, so, plus the book written by Emperor Lao Shizi, there are 6 books in total. You can go to the warehouse to pick up 900 grains of grain, or 1,500 silver dollars for each book. is that OK? "
Huang Xuan's price was based on 1 yuan per stone, and in the market, the price of brown rice per stone had already reached 18 yuan. Zhou Shuming was naturally willing to ask for food. The corners of his mouth twitched and then closed again. Only those who have the right to speak, he understood in his heart, and said goodbye, "In this case, I will transport the grain back first, and Mr. Huang will wait for the good news."
After a few words, he talked about the old man again. Huang Xuan sneered, gathered the books in several boxes together, and walked out of the door first.
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The news that there was an idiot from the capital who purchased rare books at ten times the market price spread from Kanpu at the speed of plane travel. In an instant, it spread throughout Jiaxing Prefecture. Haiyan, Pinghu, and Haining counties can be called China's Library, in this turbulent era, such news has been deliberately amplified by countless people.
"Do you know? I heard that book prices are going to rise, and those who own ancient books will become rich!"
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"It is said that the Nationalist Government is going to build a library, which will be like that of foreigners. The money spent on buying books can buy hundreds of thousands of guns."
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"It seems that foreigners want to buy antiques from China. My fellow countryman said he saw several boats."
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Huang Xuan, however, could only stay for a few days. Starting from the afternoon, people came one after another to see Huang Xuan. There was only Jiang Yisheng beside him, and he could not stop the flow of people. He had no choice but to ask shopkeeper Zhu for help. On the one hand, although many people came, most of them wanted to try their luck, and there were even some wild ways to make a fortune. The Zhu family was worried about something happening and wanted to invite Huang Xuan into the city, but he refused, so that's it. After meeting the people for six or seven hours, they finally gave away all the food and most of the money.
In the end, the owners of several shops had strong financial resources, and I don’t know where they found so many rare books. Huang Xuan himself had already been dazzled, so he could only mechanically follow Lorraine’s valuation, and made another difficult choice. With 5 copies, I only have a hundred oceans left to use.
The sound of cleaning came from the open warehouse, and Huang Xuan glanced at Jiang Yisheng again. This taciturn middle-aged man was still wearing a shabby blue cloth shirt, with the cuffs carefully patched.
With the book in hand, Huang Xuan was ready to go home. When he was about to leave, he suddenly felt a little regretful that he could not take a good look at this magical era. He just didn't know if there would be another chance in the future. Lorraine's teleportation function was too backward. , it is impossible to come back deliberately.
"Uncle." Huang Xuan packed up the last silver coins and carefully wrapped the book in yellow silk satin. Then he said to Jiang Yisheng: "I've troubled you these past two days. I'm really sorry."
Jiang Yisheng rubbed his hands at a loss and whispered: "Young Master Huang is so polite..."
"I told you not to call me Mr. Huang." In the past two days, all the well-known businessmen in the town came to see Huang Xuan. Jiang Yisheng was also a little in awe of him unexpectedly, and began to follow everyone in calling him Mr. Huang. Huang Xuan began to He didn't say anything and was about to leave now. He shook his head and said: "Uncle Jiang, I'm leaving tonight. There are still some silver dollars left here. Let's consider it as payment for these two days.
Jiang Yisheng was so excited that he didn't know where to put his hands. He said nonchalantly: "How good is this? How good is this?"
"That's it, thank Mr. Jiang for me." Huang Xuan said and walked out of the room. When Jiang Yisheng wanted to say thank you and chased him out, he only saw a flash of white light.
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Huang Xuan returned directly to the pavilion in the backyard, naked except for the yellow silk cloth in his hands. He looked around with nostalgia and said dissatisfied: "Lorraine, you don't have to be so frugal. You didn’t even send me the clothes?”
"In order to control the time you leave P11 within 4 hours, a large amount of energy has been consumed. The consumption must be controlled to ensure the normal operation of the base."
Luo Lin's usual plain words made Huang Xuan feel cordial. If he could have another fig leaf, he would definitely thank Luo Lin. But the fact is the fact. Huang Xuan looked at the sky outside, it should be like dawn. He looked at the 11 books in his hand and finally made a decision.
In order to protect human cultural heritage, he decided to wrap the books in silk and then go out naked...
In fact, it's not too far from the pavilion to the bedroom, Huang Xuan comforted himself.
"Remember to replenish energy." Lorraine left a cold word and disappeared into the void. Huang Xuan himself was the only one who turned on the computer and his mobile phone, desperately trying to determine the era he was in, so as not to be betrayed by some unknown person. A good machine is sent to an unknown plane. It is said that there was such a thing in history, well, according to Lorraine, what an honest child.
The yard was quiet. Only the kitchen in the annex building was still lit. The chef should be making breakfast. It was not yet time for his parents to go to work. Huang Xuan quietly checked it and took out a box that came with the book he bought. He put the ancient books worth tens of millions of dollars in his hands one by one, putting yellow silk and satin between each book. Finally, he took out the top volume "Northern Song Dynasty Ultimatum Document", wrapped it in a pillow towel, and put it on the other side. in the box.
After doing this, before dawn, Huang Xuan yawned, climbed two steps, and slept comfortably on the bed. In the past two days, he had slept in the concierge of the warehouse, not to mention the stone-like bed board. , even that smell can make people sober... (To be continued)