In the antique trade, there is more calculation, and less openness and honesty. This old lady is like this, which makes Mao Chai embarrassed, as if she has forgotten that this is the Kangxi imperial pen holder, and she has become an old lady who suffers, "Which one, how can you make you suffer?" ”

"It's a blessing to suffer, and for me, the value of this tube is far greater than this box." The old lady finally had a smile.

Mao Zhu groaned for a moment, "That's okay." In this way, I will take it back, discuss it with the boss, go back and see how much money is appropriate, and then I will make it up to you! With that, he handed over the pen holder.

"Hehe, young man, you're very kind. Then you can do it. The old lady took the pen holder, and her eyes welled up with joy.

Mao thought to himself, this is all a matter of comparing your heart to your heart, you are kind to me, if you are slippery, can I still be kind?

While thinking, Mao put the mahogany box aside, and looked at the rectangular brocade box, "This is?" ”

"Oh, these are two old books, my wife told me when she was alive, and they are two fragments. But he attached great importance to it, and originally wanted to open the box and put the two books in the box, but he never opened it. But the two boxes are put together. The old lady explained.

As he was talking, suddenly there was a sound of footsteps in the yard, followed by a shout, "Grandma! ”

The expression on the old lady's face was a little embarrassed, and she immediately said, "You can take this mahogany box back first, and these two books will have a chance to read again." With that, he stuffed the brocade box with the book under the sofa.

When Mao came here, he brought a big schoolbag, and when he saw this situation, he also understood in his heart that the old lady definitely didn't want her grandson to make any moths, so she immediately put the mahogany box into the schoolbag and zipped it up.

As soon as the bag was put away, people came in. It was the young man who sold the chess basket and the pen holder to Gebaodo.

"Huh? Are you there too? As soon as the young man entered the living room, he recognized Mao Zhu, turned his head and said, "Grandma, what is he doing here?" ”

"You're embarrassed to say it! You sold the pen holder that your grandfather liked, and I redeemed it! The old lady said displeased.

"Hey, it's made of gourds, it's not worth much, yes, this is what you're willing to redeem!" The young man said.

"What are you doing again?" The old lady asked.

"Do you still have my grandfather's things?" The young man said, looking left and right.

"Find it yourself, you've searched all the rooms! That's all that's left for this pen holder! The old lady pressed on the armrest of the sofa, and her body seemed to tremble a little.

"Then grandma, you sit, I'll go to grandpa's study again." The young man said, and actually went upstairs.

Mao looked at them one by one, couldn't stay any longer, got up and said, "Old lady, then I'll go first, let's leave a phone call for each other, and then contact." ”

"Okay." The old lady replied. Leaving each other's contact information, Mao was about to leave, but the old lady whispered, "Wait! Then he glanced upstairs, and quickly took out the rectangular brocade box from under the sofa and stuffed it into Mao Zhu's hand, "Please help me keep it first, if you want to buy it, discuss it then!" ”

Mao was congested for a while, thinking that these turtle grandsons were really a loser, and the old people were guarding against them like thieves, and they trusted an outsider they had just met, but they couldn't trust their blood relatives.

"Good! Rest well and take care of your body. Mao nodded solemnly, picked up the brocade box, stuffed it into the big schoolbag, and left quickly. Along the way, he thought to himself, if this thing is not collected, it is better for him to keep it for the old lady first.

Back at Gebaoduo, Tang Yi has not come back yet. Mao Zhu didn't read the book in the brocade box, so he opened it first.

These are two ancient books, and the outer cover is alive, probably because the collector simply wrapped two thick sheets of paper according to the size of the book. Open the cover of the first book, the vertical printing of European characters is clear, and the beginning reads: Mr. Donglai's poetry collection volume seventh, space, and then "Lu Benzhong Juren". And the second book is the same style, but it is "Mr. Donglai's Poetry Collection Volume 8".

From this point of view, these are two collections of Mr. Donglai's poems, but there are only the seventh and eighth volumes of them, and I think the old lady said that "fragments" mean this, but isn't it, there are only the seventh and eighth volumes, at least the first one to six volumes are not available, if there are still behind, then there is more.

For Mr. Donglai, Mao Chai has a vague impression, as if he is a poet of the Jiangxi Poetry School in the Southern Song Dynasty, surnamed Lu Mingbenzhong, the word Juren, and the "Lu Benzhong Juren" at the bottom of this volume also basically proves that Mao Chai remembers correctly.

Although these two poetry collections seem to be neatly carved and rigorously structured, there are a lot of ancient printed books that have been handed down to this day, and they are not complete, so Mao Zhu did not pay attention, and turned it twice at will, and was ready to put it up.

At this time, Tang Yi came back.

"Huh? Got something good? Tang Yi looked at the poetry book in Mao Yi's hand and said.

"Is the tooth okay?" Mao handed it to Tang Yi.

"I got an injection, and after the inflammation was gone, I went to fill the tooth in two days." Tang Yi responded and took over the collection of poems.

After examining the poetry collection, Tang Yi's eyes became extremely focused, as if he was fascinated. Mao looked at them one by one, and gestured twice in front of Tang Yi's eyes with his hand, "Hey, how about being so devoted, is it better than the gourd pen holder made by Kangxi?" ”

"Song Dynasty carved book!" Tang Yi said suddenly, his mouth slugging.

"What?!" Mao Chai immediately leaned his head up, "You said this is an engraved copy of the Song Dynasty?" ”

"That's right, it's still the first engraving!" Tang Yidao, "This collection of poems has a total of twenty volumes!" Only these two volumes at the moment? ”

"Emma, do you want to come to the whole set? If it's really like what you said, it's the first engraved edition of the Song Dynasty, and there are two volumes! Mao took a closer look at the paper.

"Don't doubt it. You can see the texture of this paper, it is very tough, it is still very crisp after thousands of years, and the layout is sparse. This, the seals stamped by collectors in later generations, I am afraid they are all from the Ming Dynasty. Tang Yi pointed and pointed, concise and to the point.

"Hey, look, I found out that this Song Dynasty engraving "Mr. Donglai's Poetry Collection" is collected by the National Library of China, and it is not twenty volumes, there are three volumes of "Outer Collection", a total of twenty-three volumes!" Mao Zhu held his mobile phone and pointed to the Du Niang page on the screen and said to Tang Yi.

"Well, you'll see." After Tang Yi glanced at his mobile phone, he said unhurriedly, "The collection of the Huaxia National Library is this book re-engraved by Huang Rujia in the fifth year of the Southern Song Dynasty and Qingyuan Dynasty, so the "Outer Collection" was added, and these two volumes are not the same version at all!" ”

Mao first zoomed in and looked at the pictures on his mobile phone, and then compared the two volumes of poetry, and couldn't help but widen his eyes, "This version is not only earlier than the version of the National Library of China, but also better!" ”

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