Tang Yi nodded, "Okay, Beihe County is not far away, just cross the bridge north from the city, then you leave a contact information for me, and I'll take the time to take a look!" ”

"When can you go?" The guest hurriedly asked.

Tang Yi thought to himself, this guest seemed to be in a hurry. Also, I haven't paid my salary for more than half a year, and I am sick and need money, so it is inevitable that I will be anxious. "Well, if you can wait, sit in my shop for a while. I'll have to wait for the store guys to come back before I can go with you!" ”

"Okay, then I'll wait." The guest nodded immediately. After taking a sip of water, he suddenly looked up again and asked, "Just go by yourself?" Don't need to find a master to palm your eyes? ”

At this time, Dakang had already sent the guest away, and he didn't know when he listened to the conversation between the two, and suddenly interjected, "Our boss went in person, and it was already your creation!" Do you think you're Cao Cao's tomb? ”

"Dakang, be polite to your guests!" Tang Yi said a word of Dakang, and then said to the guest with a smile: "You don't have many things, I am enough alone." But do you want someone over there to help you take a look? If there's something really good, how do you negotiate the price? ”

The guest was a little embarrassed by Dakang's words, "What else do I talk about?" Just look at it! I've heard that your antique shop won't open for three years, and if it's really good, don't let me take the price of waste paper. ”

"Okay, let's see!" Tang Yi responded.

After more than half an hour, Lao Tan came back, "What a good thing!" I went to take a look, and the whole thing came out of a workshop, depressed! ”

Tang Yi smiled, "Old Tan, isn't this a common thing?" Don't be angry, that's not the worst outcome. ”

"It's not bad to run for nothing?"

"The worst thing is that you really take it back!"

"Those jade artifacts are all the foundation of the mechanic, even if Dakang goes, he can recognize them!"

"Alright, now it's time for you to heat up the shop, I'll go collect something!"

When Lao Tan heard this, he looked at the guest, and then didn't say anything more, "Okay! ”

Tang Yi drove the black Cayenne and dragged the guests away.

"Your car is quite expensive, it seems that doing antique business is indeed making money!" The guest got into the car and said.

"Cars are expensive, business may not be profitable, and sometimes, a good car is a façade."

"Several nouveau riche people in our county are driving this car!" The guest said happily, and as soon as he finished speaking, he felt that he had said the wrong thing, "I didn't mean that, you are polite, and you are not a nouveau riche at first glance." ”

Tang Yi smiled, "It's nothing, this car does drive a lot of nouveau riche, but I'm here to pair it with my girlfriend's car." By the way, uncle's surname? ”

"My surname is Wang, and my name is Wang Jun."

"Uncle Wang, let's talk about it in advance, if there is nothing good, I will not follow the price of scrap, but I will not be able to accept it directly. As you can see, I'm an antique shop, and I can't sell waste paper! ”

"Okay. When the time comes, I'll change my outfit and ask at another store. Wang Jun continued.

This person is straightforward, Tang Yi thought to himself.

When he arrived at Beihe County, Wang Jun pointed the way, and finally the car stopped at the door of a shop called Sibao Store. After parking the car, Wang Jun did not take Tang Yi into the main gate, but entered through the side alley and took Tang Yi into the backyard.

The so-called warehouse is actually a row of bungalows, about seven or eight rooms, with only one doorway at each end. The inside of the house is actually open in the middle, and there is a small door to pass through.

When I opened the door and entered the house, there was a musty smell, which was full of rice paper, calligraphy, books, picture albums, and some bundles of brushes and boxes of ink.

"None of this can be moved." Wang Jun said as he led Tang Yi into the innermost room. It's all old books and calligraphy. There are also some calligraphy and paintings, but they are not framed, and the paper is also a new thing, Tang Yi casually flipped through a few sheets, which are basically things practiced by unknown people, and they are really not worth framing.

"So what, you take a look first?" Wang Jun rubbed his hands and said.

Tang Yi nodded and began to look at it.

After an hour of rummaging through the inspections, Tang Yi didn't find anything good. It is true that there are old books, which are also line-bound, but they are all crude things made during the Republic of China, and they basically have no collection value, and the market value is not high.

Most of the calligraphy is printed from these years, and the oldest is from the 80s.

Tang Yi thought to himself, their manager is not a fool, let him sell it as waste paper, it seems that he can only sell it as waste paper, he is a little too much.

Looking at Tang Yi's appearance, Wang Jun also saw that the situation was not good, and smiled embarrassedly, "Look again, look again, it's really not good, forget it." ”

Tang Yi thought about it, but he didn't look at the calligraphy and paintings carefully. Those calligraphy and paintings were stacked more than a foot high on an old table, and he just flipped through a few at random.

So, Tang Yi looked at them one by one again.

After reading this stack, there was finally a "book" taken out by Tang Yi.

In fact, this is a hand-bound thing, with yellowed yuan book paper on the outside, and two words handwritten on the cover: copybook. Look at this yuan book paper, it is not old, look at the two handwritten words, although it is neat and smooth, but it is not a famous handwriting.

Yuanshu paper is a kind of bamboo paper, which is more flexible, and not easy to moth, not easy to change color, so in addition to being used as calligraphy and painting paper, it can also be framed and used as wrapping paper.

If ordinary people turned out such a hand-bound thing in such a pile of rags, they would not open it and read it, it was nothing more than a calligraphy book bound by the person who learned calligraphy himself.

But Tang Yi was different, he didn't open it, and he found that this calligraphy was different. "I almost missed it!" Tang Yi also sighed a little in his heart.

Open the copybook, inside are a piece of rubbing, each rubbing is nearly 30 centimeters long, more than ten centimeters wide, each rubbing on more than 20 words. There are six rubbings at the front in the same format. The "rubbing" in the back is all modern prints.

The words on these six rubbings are very clear and top-notch. The regular script font is neat and rigorous, positive and sharp, and it is a typical European style. Moreover, the back of the rubbing is also lined with yuan book paper, and the old mounting, the unbound edges are somewhat broken.

Tang Yi flipped through this notebook, Wang Jun also came up, looked at it for a while, and sighed, "Hey, it turned out to be Ouyang Xun's notebook." ”

Wang Jun works in a calligraphy supplies store, and the most seen is the calligraphy, and the most seen in the calligraphy is Ouyang Xun's, he doesn't know how to appreciate the ancients, but he can see that it is relatively old, but no matter how old he is, in his eyes, it is just an ordinary calligraphy.

Ouyang Xun's name can be said to be known to women and children, and Yu Shinan, Chu Suiliang, and Xue Ji are known as the four masters of the early Tang Dynasty, and Liu Gongquan, Yan Zhenqing, and Zhao Mengfu have become the four masters of regular script. His regular script is easy to learn, so the calligraphy often becomes a teaching material for beginners.