The courtyard of the third courtyard is quite large, it can be said to be the largest courtyard in the entire B&B area, there are almost fifteen rooms inside and out, so listening to Yu Yao say that he lives in the third courtyard, Wen Xu thought that this kid was putting on a show, but as soon as he stood at the gate of the courtyard, Wen Xu heard the voice of a large number of people in the courtyard, and realized that there were really many people. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Standing at the door, Wen Xu's hand lightly buckled the knocker on the door, and when he heard a sound coming in from inside, he pushed open half of the door.

Before entering the courtyard, Wen Xu was taken aback by the scene he saw, there were five or six old people sitting in the pavilion in the small courtyard, playing chess, and Yu Yao was standing by and watching.

One of the old men saw the door where Wen Xu was standing, and greeted him with a smile: "Boss Wen, let's meet again!"

Wen Xu looked at the old man, thought for a moment and said, "It turned out to be Professor Wang!"

After thinking about it for a while, Wen Xu recognized it, it was the old professor surnamed Wang who was the first to look at the bottle, it seemed that his name was Wang Yi or something, and he couldn't remember it a little.

Saying that, Wen Xu closed the door and walked into the courtyard with a bamboo box in his hand.

Yu Yao looked at the box in Wen Xu's hand and asked, "Did you bring it?"

"I brought twenty or thirty copies, you can read them first, and I'll give you another batch when I'm done," Wen Xu said, walked to the gazebo and placed the box on the stool next to it.

I heard that Wen Xu brought the things, and a group of old men stopped playing chess, and after putting away the chess, one of the old gods who seemed to be the oldest was there to support Yu Yao.

"Xiaoyu, bring the things up and I'll take a look!"

The old man's beard was completely white, and he didn't have much hair on his head, but he didn't shave his head, but put the little hair he had on his head and tied it in a strange little braid at the back of his head. His temperament is not ugly, but has a different kind of freedom.

Yu Yao didn't feel annoyed at all when he heard the old man say this, but he eagerly picked up the box, placed it on the stone table in the middle of the pavilion, gently opened the lid of the box, and then reached out to take out the top book.

"Wait!"

The white-haired old man saw the title of the book at the top, and his face immediately did not look as calm as he did just now, and he immediately stopped Yu Yao's hand, and then turned his head and shouted at the courtyard: "Chen Dong, Chen Dong, take out my bag!"

Yu Yao heard the old man's slow voice, and was almost startled, but when he saw the old man's appearance, he immediately stopped, stood aside with his hands tied, and actually put up the posture of the junior.

The white-haired old man didn't speak, and the other people in the pavilion were silent, but everyone's eyes fell on the bamboo box that Wen Xu had brought.

Wen Xu was very puzzled by the atmosphere here, the bamboo box was his own things, nothing to look at, so Wen Xu looked at the people in the pavilion, these people are almost fifty or sixty up, and their bearing is quite extraordinary, all of them have a kind of well-educated people's frame, and the wind and drizzle, Wen Xu felt that he had such a small inferiority complex.

There was silence in the gazebo for about five or six minutes, and a young man of about twenty carried a black box, respectfully brought it to the white-haired old man, and helped the old man open the box.

"Teacher, here comes your tools!"

Seeing that the old man did not move, the student waited for a moment and reminded him aloud.

Hearing the student's reminder, the old man began to take things from the box after a soft oh, it seems that the old man is very familiar with the things in the box, and he didn't look much at it, so he took out his gloves and put them on, and then took out a magnifying glass, and put some tools aside, this way of arranging made Wen Xu look at it and thought that the old man was going to eat Western food.

The old man put the things one by one, solemnly stretched out the bamboo box with his gloved hand, picked up the top book and put it in front of him, did not open it but picked it up and looked left and right, and looked at it repeatedly for about five or six minutes, and the Wen Xu was a little annoyed to see it, the old man was still reading, and he put on a magnifying glass.

After another three minutes, the old man put down the binoculars, still did not open the book, but said to the surroundings: "Baby, baby!"

An old man standing next to him asked, "Is it really a book from the Ming Dynasty?"

The white-haired old man nodded and said, "Well, it's indeed a Ming version of the book, and it can be preserved so well, it can be said to be a miracle!"

"Why don't you look through it again?" asked Yu Yao.

The old man said: "You don't need to read this book, there is no doubt about the real thing!"

After saying that, the old man gently picked up the book in an almost pious posture, and then gestured to his students, and the students standing behind the old man immediately understood, and gently bent down and took out a white cloth from the box, and spread it on the stone table. Then the old man solemnly put the book on the white cloth.

After the old man finished this action, he stretched out his hand and made a gesture of please: "Everyone, you can see it, but be careful, even if you break a piece, we are committing a crime against our predecessors and juniors!"

Hearing the white-haired old man say this, the other people around couldn't help but nod, solemnly took the gloves handed over by the old man's student, and sat down solemnly on the stone bench next to him by the nearest one, carefully and carefully opened the pages, and then several heads next to him immediately came over.

Seeing these old men reading books, Wen Xu's heart inexplicably felt an emotion stirring himself, Wen Xu never thought that someone would read a book like this, with a kind of devotion that is almost a religious ritual to read a book, every time he picked up a book, every time he turned a page, the pavilion could only hear the endless chirping of the trees, and the breeze caressed the leaves, making a slight rustling sound.

The whole courtyard was quiet, although there was nothing to do, but Wen Xu did not feel any boredom, and the whole person was immersed in such a devotion to culture and knowledge just like these people.

I don't know how long it took, but a soft sigh rang out in the courtyard, breaking the silence.

An old man reading the book took off his reading glasses, then sighed, stood up from the stone bench, then glanced at the people around him, and asked softly, "Rank, what do you think?"

"Heavy treasure!" said an old man.

The one who read the book glanced at the faces of his companions, and then turned his gaze to Wen Xu.

Wen Xu thought that he was going to ask something, for the sake of politeness, and the old man asked him that he couldn't sit still, so Wen Xu stood up from the stool he was sitting on and looked back at the old man with a smile.

Who knew that the old man's body suddenly bent, then bowed to Wen Xu, and then said, "Thank you, Mr. Wen, for preserving these books, so that we can better understand historical events and people!"

Where could Wen Xu have thought that the old man would come to him so suddenly, and hurriedly jumped away and didn't dare to accept his salute: "What is the old gentleman doing, I can't afford to be a junior!"

The old man said: "You should be, these books are enough to outline a picture scroll of the Ming Dynasty that is different from what we have now! These historical materials are very precious."

Listening to the old man's words, Wen Xu didn't understand a little, or Professor Wang Yihang understood that this Mr. Wen's understanding of history was only scratching the surface, and what his old friend said was not enough for him to understand.

So Professor Wang Yihang explained and said: "After the Qing Dynasty entered the customs, from Kangxi to Emperor Qianlong, especially Emperor Qianlong, he wantonly tampered with historical classics, especially the history of the Ming Dynasty, and deducted a lot of basins to the emperor of the Ming Dynasty.

Wen Xu was a little dumbfounded when he heard it, although he didn't understand it, anyway, he understood it, it was nothing more than the Manchu people who entered China as barbarians, and then put gold on their faces, belittled others and elevated themselves, and then organized traitors like Ji Xiaolan to reform and change historical classics!

To tell the truth, is it new to change the history of the previous dynasties? Who doesn't know about it? Don't talk about the Qing Dynasty, when will it be less? Anyway, Wen Xu didn't feel any righteous indignation, and if he couldn't beat people, he shrank his head and let others ravage him, and all three-year-old children should understand this truth.

The white-haired old man had already taken out all the books at this time, read them one by one, and then said to everyone: "All of them are true! There are no fakes, and this one was printed in the Song Dynasty! It is not an exaggeration to say that it is a national treasure!"

As soon as he heard the word national treasure, Wen Xu's heart suddenly trembled, and his first thought was: What the hell, isn't it a bit too big this time!

"Have you ever thought about donating these books?" the white-haired old man asked Wen Xu solemnly.

When Wen Xu heard this, he immediately shook his head and said decisively: "Old man, I respect you, but I am going to pass these things on to my children and grandchildren as family heirlooms, and I have no interest in donating them to anyone or any organization!"

Looking at Wen Xu's appearance, the white-haired old man sighed: "I understand your thoughts, and I am responsible to tell you that if you don't want to donate this thing, it will be yours, unless you want to sell it yourself, if someone robs you, come to me directly."

After speaking, he turned his head to the people around him and smiled bitterly and said: "Look at what we are now, when we mention donating things to others, people look at us like robbers!"

Wen Xu pouted in his heart, and said in his heart: You people who are engaged in archaeology and cultural relics are really similar to robbers and bandits on the Internet.

In fact, to be honest, Wen Xu is too deeply affected by bad news, even if he has the intention to accept this thing, people have to take into account the problem of face, so strong to make Wen Xu, then who will dare to say what they have in the future, not only others dare not say, it is very likely that they will try their best to get what they have abroad, and in the end they will definitely not lose it!

But it's not that it's foolproof, and if there is a madman, it's impossible to say, but it's possible to put this matter in any country, even if it is to the old beauty of the lighthouse of the underworld, there are still bureaucrats who can force the family to go bankrupt.

Now that the things in Wen Xu's hands have actually been announced, it is good, especially when he has already exposed his bottom, and some people will be worried about it when he puts it in the sun, but if he takes it by force, he has to weigh his own size enough.

The white-haired old man didn't know what Wen Xu was thinking, and now he said to Wen Xu: "These ancient books are yours, and no one can take them away, in fact, it is good for you to take them out openly, and if you make it clear that these things are yours, you can save a lot of trouble......."

Wen Xu said: "I'm really not afraid of trouble or something, I'm afraid that someone will rob it!"

"No!" the old man smiled bitterly and shook his head, "Can you show me the rest of the books?"

"You can transcribe it, but don't break my book," Wen Xu said.

The old man replied: "It must be certain, we are all sinners of history if we have broken it!"

Wen Xu was in a bit bored now, and he couldn't say why, but he felt uncomfortable, so he said to the old man: "Look at it as soon as possible, then I'll go first!"

Seeing that Wen Xu was leaving, Yu Yao got up and sent it to the door.

As soon as he walked out the door, Wen Xu stretched out his hand to Yu Yao, and then hooked his fingers.

"What?"

"Where's the money!" Wen Xu said.

Hearing Wen Xu say this, Yu Yao stretched out his hand and patted Wen Xu's palm: "Now I have so much money, don't worry, I'll help you transfer money right away, by the way, the rest of the books are like this, right?"

Hearing the old man say this, Yu Yao's heart is now happy and he can't find the north, and he is called a beauty in his heart, if his plan is going to come true, then he will have the capital to brag about in this life, and it is not a dream to become a well-known cultural figure. So when it comes to paying, Yu Yao is very happy now.

"There's no problem with the book, it's good if you remember the money," Wen Xu turned around and walked back after speaking.