Comic books are nostalgic, and Peng Cheng can understand it, but a political propaganda book like the Red Book, he thinks it should be the most disgusting, how can anyone collect it.

"We don't have this experience, and of course we don't know how the elders have special feelings for that period."

Wang Guan smiled and said, "And, don't think that you are not affected. What is good to study every day, no investigation and research has no right to speak, and so on, I don't believe you don't know. ”

"I know, I know." Peng Cheng was surprised: "These famous sayings are all excerpted from these books? ”

"Of course."

Wang Guan nodded slightly, and then said with a smile: "Speaking of which, these red treasure books are probably the best-selling books in the world, and they are tens of millions or hundreds of millions of copies in one printing." I guess no one can break such a record. ”

"No, the Bible is the most." Peng Cheng retorted, leaving Wang Guan speechless.

After half a ring, Wang Guan said helplessly: "Don't talk about it, hurry up and take a closer look at the booklet." Remember to be careful not to break it. ”

"Yes." Peng Cheng responded casually and carefully took out a stack of books and put them on the ground. Then gently untie the rope and spread it out one by one.

Wang Guan looked at the books and saw that the books were generally well preserved, but there were some wrinkles. In particular, the corners of the covers of some books are folded so badly that even the corners of the books are broken.

Depending on the situation, when these books were bought, they were not less read.

At this time, Peng Cheng was a little worried, and hurriedly asked: "It's all like this, can it still be sold?" ”

"Absolutely."

Wang Guan said with a smile: "In the Tibetan world, books and comic books are generally divided into ten levels. Brand new is the Ten Pins, and your books have been circulated normally, with creases and stains. There are a few curls in the corners of the book. It's considered an eight-grade product. Under normal circumstances, books that have reached the eighth grade or more already have a certain collection and investment value. ”

"That's good." Peng Chengxi is colorful.

"But don't be too happy." Wang Guan poured cold water and said: "There are too many red treasure books printed. There will be no less handed down, and the price will naturally not go up. Generally, a copy can be sold for a few hundred yuan. ”

"A few hundred dollars is fine."

A touch of disappointment flashed in Peng Cheng's eyes, and then he smiled and said, "Anyway, it was picked for nothing." There are dozens of books here, about 10,000 or 20,000, which is more than my annual salary. ”

"It's best if you think like that." Wang nodded and said: "Now I mainly look at comic books, after all, compared to books, this kind of villain book was even less valued at that time." After reading the content, very few people will treasure it, so the number of hand-me-downs will naturally not be very large, resulting in the price rising every year. ”

When Peng Cheng heard this, he hurriedly moved the comic strips in the box out. Spread it out slowly.

Wang watched it and found that these comic books were all familiar stories, such as "Red Lantern", "Outwitting Tiger Mountain", "Shajiabang", "Surprise Attack on the White Tiger Regiment", "Red Women's Army", "White-Haired Girl", "Battle on the Plains" and so on. You may not know the whole story. But I'm sure I've heard of these names a lot.

"Hey, chicken feather letter. Dong Cunrui, Qiu Shaoyun, and the Five Heroes of Langya Mountain...... Wang Guan took out a few comic books, and said with a smile: "I also saw these comic books back then." ”

"And that's not all, there's more." Peng Cheng smiled, walked to another large box, and continued to move the books.

Looking at the comic book shop in front of him, Wang Guan suddenly found that he was too lonely and unheard, in addition to those familiar stories, there were many heroic deeds that he had never heard of. In addition, there are some myths and legends such as Kuafu chasing the sun, Chang'e running to the moon, Nuwa being caught by the sky, Jingwei reclamation and so on. Among them, the famous Havoc in Heaven is naturally indispensable.

Wang Guan casually flipped through it and found that this book of havoc in the Heavenly Palace was actually published in seventy-three years, and it was hand-painted. Although he doesn't know the author, he doesn't know if this person is a famous comic book artist, but because of the publication time, the intact condition, and the smooth painting style, the price of this thing will definitely not be less.

"This one, at least thousands."

Wang Guan said with a smile: "There are too many books, you go back and slowly classify them according to the time of publication, the subject matter, and the style of painting." Anyway, the earlier it is published, the less common the subject matter, and the more hand-illustrated it is, the more expensive the well-preserved comic strip is. ”

"Understood." Peng Cheng happily packed up.

At the same time, Wang Guan also got up and stretched his waist, but suddenly found a reflection of bright light under a large box.

"Peng Cheng, what's in the box." Wang Guan was a little strange and walked over to watch.

"Nothing." Peng Cheng was stunned, then shook his head and said: "It's just some commemorative medals and the like, at most dozens of yuan, no need to pay attention to it." ”

"How do you know that the medals are only a few dozen." Wang Guan said casually, looked down, and found that the bottom of the box was a tray. The tray box was unlided, and there were some badges in a mess.

"I've heard from people." Peng Cheng replied: "When Hong Kong returned to the motherland in 97, didn't it issue a kind of commemorative medal? In the first two years, someone seemed to have acquired it, and when I asked, it seemed to be more than 30 yuan. And don't think I'm so ignorant, I just looked at it, most of those badges are my dad's personal medals, and they are worthless. ”

"Oh."

Wang looked at it twice and found that these badges were really as Peng Cheng said, they were commemorative medals issued by some activities organized by the local government, and they really didn't have much value.

For a while, Wang Guan was not interested, and casually threw down a badge but touched the edge of the tray box, making a muffled sound of "tuk".

Hearing the sound, Wang Guan's heart moved, and his attention immediately focused on the top of the tray. The reason why it is said to be a tray box is because this thing is like a disc but not as big as a disc, and the like box is not as small as the box, which belongs to the type of instrument in between.

However, after careful observation by Wang Guan, it was finally confirmed that this was an offering. In ancient times, it was the tray used by rich and noble families to put fruits.

"That's right, it's an ancient offering."

Although there is no hands-on identification, Wang Guan is seven or eight points sure. You must know that this is Peng Cheng's home, and everyone knows what kind of conditions it was more than ten years ago. Meat at every meal is considered a relatively luxurious thing, and the fruit may only be able to taste it during the New Year's holidays, not to mention deliberately buying a plate of fruit to greet guests.

Thinking of this, Wang Guan hurriedly took out the offering plate, grabbed those badges, and then carefully studied them.

This offering plate is very lightweight, as if it is in the shape of a lotus leaf, but when he picks it up, Wang Guan feels a little heavy. But as soon as he got started, he knew that this was a wooden offering plate, the color was dark and dark, the texture was fine, and there was some weight......

"Rosewood!" Wang Guan screamed in surprise.

"What?"

At the right time, Peng Cheng raised his head and said blankly: "Wang Guan, what were you talking about just now." ”

"I'm saying, your family used to be a landlord and an old man, and there are still such good things." Wang Guan chuckled and said, "Even the fruit offering plate is made of red sandalwood, and it is extremely luxurious." ”

"Rosewood!" Peng Cheng's eyes widened, and he exclaimed in surprise: "You said that plate is rosewood." ”

"It's not just rosewood, it's supposed to be something from the late Qing Dynasty."

Wang Guan distinguished: "You see, the slurry for the plate is warm and bright, the color is introverted and deep, and only after more than a hundred years of precipitation can such a bright and bright charm be brewed." ”

"I'll see." Peng Cheng jumped over, grabbed the supply plate and observed it repeatedly, overjoyed.

"See what's going on?" Wang Guan asked with a smile.

"I don't understand." Peng Cheng grinned, "However, it feels like a good thing." ”

"Teach you the easiest way to identify, go back and gently rub the surface of the wood with an alcohol cotton ball, if the cotton ball is dyed purple, it is red sandalwood." Wang Guan smiled and said: "I want to congratulate you, such an antique red sandalwood lotus leaf offering plate is worth two or three hundred thousand in the market." ”

"Two hundred thousand?" Peng Cheng's pupils contracted and dilated, as if they had become the shape of a copper coin.

"Hmm." Wang nodded and said, "It must be more than 200,000." ”

"Great, now Huang Ting's parents will no longer object to my marriage with her." Peng Cheng smirked, dancing with his hands, looking very excited.

Wang Guan understood his mood, patted him on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "Don't daydream, hurry up and put things away, otherwise you will be robbed, and you will have no place to cry......"

"Whoever dares to snatch my things, cut off his claws!" Peng Cheng's expression changed, and he said viciously.

"Catch the thief, catch the thief......"

At that moment, there was a roar from outside the house.

"No, whatever you say, you can do whatever you want." Wang Guan was surprised, as if he had the potential to become a prophet.

"What a thief."

At this time, Peng Cheng was also dumbfounded, and his first reaction was to hold the red sandalwood offering plate in his arms.

"Hurry up and catch the thief, don't let that guy go, he actually dares to dig the ancestral grave of our Peng family in broad daylight, and he must not be spared......"

"What, digging ancestral graves?" When Peng Cheng heard this, his face changed greatly.

Although it is said that everyone's reverence for their ancestors has been relatively weak in these years, especially young people, Qingming Chongyang may not go home to sweep the tomb, but it does not mean that they have really forgotten their ancestors.

Especially the people in the mountain villages, the concept is still relatively traditional, as soon as they heard that someone had dug their ancestral grave, they immediately exploded, and they copied the guys and poured out in all directions.

"Outflank him left and right, surround him."

"Everyone beat him hard, and he deserved to be killed......"

The shouting was getting closer and closer, and it became more and more urgent, as if it was nearby.

"Wang Guan, I'll go out and have a look."

Peng Cheng hesitated, then hid the red sandalwood offering plate, picked up a wooden stick and walked out the door. Wang Guan also followed, and when he reached the gate, he heard a crackling sound.

Then, a man jumped through a small alley not far away, and then a large group of people followed closely......