Wen Xu bent down and reached out to grab a piece of Yuan Datou and put it in his hand, looked at it and turned it over, just a few glances, Wen Xu took his eyes back from the silver dollar, and put the scattered pieces of Yuan Datou back into the broken jar.

Just as he was about to put the last silver dollar in, Wen Guangfang's voice came from beside him.

"Uncle Xu, show me this!"

Hearing Wen Guangfang say this, Wen Xu turned his hand and threw the big head of Yuan he was holding in front of him: "Look at it, but you have to return it after reading it!"

"Uncle, give me a piece too!"

"Uncle, I'll take a look too!"

Wen Xu listened, counted out four more from the broken jars, and gave them to the four people standing nearest one by one: "Oh, don't give these four to you, but you have to give them back to me after reading them, and you can pay for me for one less!"

The four people who opened their mouths were just fresh, and they hadn't seen what the famous Yuan Datou looked like, as for a few hundred yuan, it was still a matter for the people of Wenjia Village!

Putting the four Yuan heads in the hands of the four people, Wen Xu squatted down and continued to observe the several jars in front of him, looked at them for a while, and couldn't help but say to himself: "Won't this jar be valuable?"

Wen Xu's four dimensions also dispersed a little too quickly, the jar was too small, and the silver dollars in it didn't add up to much, and at most it was seventy or eighty thousand, and Wen Xu, who was already unsightly, was naturally even more eye-catching now.

For Wen Xu, it took a long time's effort, with enthusiasm, and he was naturally a little unwilling to gain such a little bit in his heart, so he hoped that this jar could produce some color or something.

Old man Zhao happened to be squatting next to Wen Xu at this time, originally looking at the copper box intently, when he heard Wen Xu muttering to himself, he turned his head to see who said it and said with a smile: "Don't think about it, do you think this thing can still be Yuan Qinghua, let me tell you, this is the Yuan Qinghua imitated by the Ming Kingdom, and it is a small workshop, and now one-third of the deceitful people in the antique market are this thing, and the rest are produced now."

"I heard that the family over there is quite rich, why is there only such a small thing?" Wen Xu said and picked up the jar.

It is full of silver dollars, Wen Xu still has a bit of weight when he lifts it, and the lid of the jar is also porcelain, because the silver dollars contained in it are buried here, and it naturally doesn't matter whether they are sealed or not, and the silver ones will not be rotten, except for being poached, there are not many other things to consider, so this jar also has the original porcelain cover, and the lid is opened.

Stretching his head into his mouth, Wen Xu saw the contents clearly, Yuan Datou, but the jar was stacked very neatly, and the stacks came up layer by layer against the edge, and they were very tightly stacked until the mouth of the jar.

After reading this jar, Wen Xu reached out and picked up the other one, and found that this one was as full as the one he just saw, and the third jar was the broken jar, but he didn't know why, it was messy, not as detailed and tight as the first two jars.

Old man Li turned his head to look at the jar in Wen Xu's hand at this time, and asked Wen Shigui, "Second Brother Wen, do you want to count the things in those three jars?"

Wen Shigui didn't raise his head, shook his head and said, "What's the count?" Anyway, we'll hand this thing back to others in a few days, so why bother with that effort!"

The mouth said lightly and skillfully, but the eyes were very nervous to pay attention to the sealed copper box, now the copper box is in Wen Shiqing's hand, the old man is holding an iron piece to carefully clean the oil seal at the mouth of the box, the main function of this thing is to prevent waterproof and moisture-proof, to prevent the moisture on the ground from seeping into the copper box.

Wen Shiqing carefully removed the last piece of wax seal, then gently lifted the bottom of the box with the palm of his right hand, and put his left hand on the lid of the copper box.

"Second brother?" Wen Shiqing looked at Wen Shigui and asked, the meaning of this is obvious: I want to uncover it?

Wen Shigui nodded solemnly: "Reveal it!"

Hearing Wen Shigui's words, Wen Shiqing's hands were slightly forced, originally thinking about decades, how to say that the box should be a little jerky or something, who knew that the box snapped with both hands and immediately showed a crack, and then the box that had been sealed for decades was opened like this, and there were three volumes lying inside that seemed to be a little burnt yellow, which was not small, about the size of A3, and it was written "Wen Family Tree" in traditional Chinese It was also stamped with a big seal, and I didn't know what was written, anyway, Wen Xu glanced at it here, but he didn't see anything.

opened the box, Wen Shiqing was also very excited, and the hands holding the copper box trembled, not to mention Wen Shigui and Wen Shijie.

The crowd of onlookers also quieted down at this time, regardless of whether it was from Wenjia Village or not, they all stretched out their heads to see what the so-called main score in this box looked like.

Wen Shigui solemnly took over the main genealogy, stretched out his hand to flip it over, for Wen Shigui with this thing, then this group of people in Wenjia Village can be traced back hundreds or even thousands of years, which is very helpful to figure out how the ancestors of Wenjia Village came here before the Ming Dynasty.

"Don't move!"

Seeing that Wen Shigui was about to reach out and flip through the book inside, the old man Sun who was standing next to him immediately stopped him.

Seeing Wen Shigui looking at him with a puzzled expression, the old man Sun explained: "This thing has been in the ground for so many years, what if you turn it over like this, what if it is broken? I think it is better to take it back first, let a few old guys prepare something, you look at it again!"

Wen Shigui knew that these four old men were all playing archaeology, and his advice was naturally to be listened to, so Wen Shigui nodded, put the copper box on the box, and hugged it in his hand: "That's okay, lest something happen to the long night, let's go back now!"

"Second brother!"

Wen Xu saw that Wen Shigui was leaving, and immediately stopped him, and stretched out his hand and pointed to the three small jars in front of him.

Wen Shigui is in the mood to care about this thing now, just glanced at it, threw down a sentence and turned his head and left: "You can take these things back, they are not valuable things anyway!"

Look, after this pocket bulged, the old director of Wenjia Village spoke so hardly, and Yuan Datou, who had tens of thousands of yuan, became a worthless thing in his eyes.

Seeing Wen Shigui leave with a group of old people, Wen Xu had to look left and right, there was really no way, so he took his coat over, put the three jars back, and then asked for the five Yuan Datou that he had lent out for others to inspect and put them back into the broken jar.

Packed three small jars with clothes and put them outside the pit, Wen Xu continued to look in the realm, and found that there was nothing else in the pit except the weasel den, so he said to Wen Guangfang who was standing next to him: "A few fill this place!"

Anyway, there's nothing left, and it's not a problem whether this pit is filled or not, Wen Xu just said this casually here.

Throwing things out, Wen Xu walked out of the cemetery quickly with a coat containing a jar in one hand and a military shovel in the other, and when he arrived at the door, Wen Xu turned around and shouted scum, seeing that the goods jumped and jumped and refused to follow, so he stopped greeting it, stepped on Erbai's back, and prepared to go to the village with the reins.

On the way back, Wen Xu let Erbai go to graze, and he walked into the yard shirtless and carrying things.

Shi Shangzhen happened to be at home at this time, and saw her husband Chiguo coming back with his upper body, so he asked, "What are you doing here?

"Can you do some work in this weather without sweating!" Wen Xu finished and lifted the things in his hand to the couch.

Lao Dao was lying on the couch here, with a pillow on his waist, and he was fanning the three children who were taking a nap, and when he heard Wen Xu speak, he immediately glared at him.

The meaning of the old way is very clear, the children are sleeping, you talk quietly.

Wen Xu smiled at Lao Dao, walked back into the house, and when he came out again, Wen Xu had already taken a shower and changed the clothes on his body.

When he returned to the courtyard, Shi Shangzhen was no longer visible, and the children had already woken up, and now they were holding a Yuan Datou alone, listening to the old Taoist story.

The old man is indeed well-informed, and now he is telling the children the ins and outs of this Yuan Datou, starting from Yuan Shikai's fortune and going on. The old man said that Wen Xu's understanding of Yuan Shikai was all obtained from textbooks, and it seemed that there were twenty-one articles and messy, and Wen Xu couldn't remember it clearly, of course, this old Yuan's image was not positive. But Lao Tao doesn't seem to be like this, and there are half praises and criticisms for Yuan Shikai, and there are even some elements of praise in it.

Wen Xu's side didn't care whether the old Tao was objective or not, anyway, if it sounded interesting, then sit aside and listen, so Wen Xu made his own small teapot, pulled the recliner to the edge of the couch, and listened to the old Taoist story with his own children.

The old man knows that the face is not covered, the most important thing is that the old way tells the story it is particularly vivid, you want to even the child can sit down listening to his story, let alone an adult, so such two big and three small unconsciously consumed a few hours.

Waiting for Shi Shangzhen to return to the courtyard, a few people knew that it was time to eat.

Although both of them stayed in the old way, the old way still went back to the ancestral hall.

Wen Xu packed up his things and cooked, the meal had just been put on the table, and the family had not eaten a few bites after sitting down, when Wen Shigui and Wen Shijie arrived in the house together.

"Shixu, have you counted the silver dollars, how many are there?"

As soon as he entered the house, Wen Shigui opened his mouth and went straight to the point.

Wen Xu put down the bowl and stood up.

Seeing that Wen Xu was about to stand up, Wen Shigui hurriedly said, "It's not a hurry for you to eat your meal!"

"Second brother, fourth brother, sit down and eat something?" Shi Shangzhen also put down the bowl and politely exchanged words with the two.

"You eat, leave us alone, the two of us just ate, and followed a group of old professors fiddling with the main score" Wen Shigui pressed his hand at Shi Shangzhen, signaling that she didn't have to be polite.

"How?"

Since he had said this, Wen Xu also asked casually.

"It's very well preserved, but they said that they couldn't hold up a few times and had to be protected, and they gave another suggestion, saying that it was best to remake and re-copy it," Wen Shijie said.

"Where's Yuan Datou, how's it going?"

Wen Shigui sat down, and after speaking, he found that the Wen Xu gown in front of him was not the same jar, so he reached out to untie it and found that the three jars were still in good shape.

"Why haven't you counted yet?"

Wen Xu smiled: "Count what it does, and when the time comes, just return it to others."

Wen Shigui heard Wen Xu say this, pondered for a moment and smiled: "That's right!

Wen Shijie seemed a little unhappy here: "We are iron-hearted gentlemen here, I don't think they are there!"

Hearing the fourth brother say this, Wen Xu was stunned for a moment: "How do you say this?"

"The eighth master of the family is afraid that we will hack other people's silver, so he deliberately left a letter in the box, which says how many silver dollars he buried and how many Yingyang are!" Wen Shijie pouted and said dissatisfiedly.

"Hehe, this is also human nature," Wen Xu said after listening to it.

"Where's the paper?"

"The inferior paper head, except for the one that looks up, is brittle everywhere, and it will be broken when you touch it, so how can it be preserved," Wen Shigui said with a smile.