Mao picked up the phone, "Hello old lady!" ”

"My grandson knows about those two ancient books!" The old lady of the Han family said in a low voice, her tone a little hurried.

"The one who sells gourds? How would he know? Mao was surprised, but more strange.

"No, that's the little grandson, this is the eldest grandson." The old lady explained.

"So what do you want to do? We do mean to buy it. Mao Zhu hurriedly added.

"Are you free now? Come on, young man, my grandson has just left, and he said to come back in the afternoon. ”

The old lady's request made Mao Zhu unsettled, hung up the phone, and said to Tang Yi, "Look at it, you are worried about the country and the people, now it's time for the matter, the matter of these two volumes of poetry is known to the grandson of the Han family." ”

"Let's talk about it." Tang Yi was also a little uncertain.

When they arrived at the door of the old lady's house, the old lady waited outside the gate, looked very carefully from side to side, and let them into the courtyard as if they were underground workers.

Sitting in the living room, after some statements, Tang Yi and Mao Zhu understood the approximation. It turned out that the old lady had a total of four grandchildren, except for the younger grandson, who only got his hands on those few pieces, the other three grandsons all took some things, and the eldest grandson took the most.

This eldest grandson's name is Han Qi, who works as a driver in the blood center in Shanzhou, and his income is neither high nor low, so he can be regarded as well-off. He was the first to get the news and started "sweeping", so he took the most. Among the things he took away, there were several ancient books bound in line, these books were of average quality and value, but the most terrible thing was that among these ancient books, there was also a book.

This book is a manuscript of the old man, recording some antique experiences, and some idle poems, which are naturally worthless. However, in this manuscript, there are some fragments of "Mr. Donglai's Poems", and after the old man received the book, he was very excited to record it.

It is said that this Han Qi is not learned and has no skills, so he would not have turned to this place, but when he went to an antique shop to sell these Ming edition books, the boss flipped through the book with his hand, and finally his eyes were straight, and he pointed to this "Mr. Donglai's Poetry Collection" and said to Han Qi: Is there this?

"This should be there!" Although Han Qi doesn't read much, he is a thief. It immediately became clear that this was something that could be sold for a lot of money.

As a result, just this morning, Han Qi looked for the old lady here, but fortunately, the old lady gritted her teeth and said that the two volumes of poetry were copied by the family at that time. Han Qi didn't find it at home, so he left in a huff, but he still didn't give up, and said that he would come back in the afternoon.

"He seems to have gone to the antique street as well, and arrived at a shop called He Zhai, oh, yes, Ya Zhai." The old lady recalled.

Xu Kuan's elegant play Zhai?

Tang Yi has this diaphragm in his heart, why is this matter also related to him?

"Old lady, if you don't want to keep these two volumes of poetry, we do plan to accept them." At this point, Tang Yi had already made up his mind.

"I'll just leave a pen holder that the old man likes, these two volumes of poetry, do I still have a way to keep them? Take it away. The old lady sighed, "Is it worth it?" ”

"It's worth a lot of money!" Tang Yi said solemnly.

When the old lady heard Tang Yi say that it was very valuable, her eyes lit up, but this look was very clear, "I have food, housing and a pension, but it's not that I'm short of money." However, the old man had a wish to build a school. How to say it, it's like the current school that trains English computers, but what he wants to train is calligraphy, a systematic calligraphy training school, divided into all ages, all kinds of calligraphy, and he also contacted the calligraphy association and the education department before his death. ”

"Then you want to fulfill his last wish?" Mao asked one by one.

"Yes, I also went to the Book Association two days ago, and their leaders are also very enthusiastic, teachers, approvals, and venues are not problems, the problem is that they need a sum of money." The old lady said.

"How much does it cost?" Mao Zhu continued to ask.

"The book association can provide a lot of help, and the education department is also very supportive, the start-up capital and working capital, two million is enough, but the old man only left one million for me in addition to leaving things, and the gap is still very large." The old lady looked at Tang Yi and Mao Zhu, "Can these two poetry collections sell for a million?" ”

"The old man left you a million, which is just in case you need it, how can you use it lightly? I tell you the truth, the market value of these two volumes of poetry is probably about 10 million, and if it is auctioned, there is still room for improvement. Tang Yi said word by word.

"Huh? I really didn't expect that these two volumes of poetry could be so valuable? Then I don't have to worry! The old lady was overjoyed.

"Your grandsons, I don't know what the old man took from him, but I think there should be a lot of valuable things. Let's just say that your little grandson sold us a pair of chess baskets and this pen holder that was returned to you, at least it was worth two or three hundred thousand, and he sold it for three thousand yuan. Tang Yi hurriedly said, "I'll make up the money for you when I go back." ”

Tang Yi really didn't expect that the old lady needed money because she wanted to run a school, and she was really ashamed of herself for a while, so she turned to pride and even said the words of making up the money. Mao Zhu hurriedly pressed Tang Yi's hand, "Boss, don't get excited, these two volumes of poetry haven't been handed over yet." ”

"Young man, it's rare to see such a righteous person as you. If you can buy these two volumes of poetry, they'll be given to you. The old lady lowered her head and thought about it, then raised her head again and said, "If it is sold to you, five million will do!! ”

"I'm opening my eyes today, one wants to make up the money, the other is discounted, this is going to be spread in the antique shop, it is definitely a good story for the ages." Mao Zhu stretched out his hand and pointed at Tang Yi and the old lady again, then shook his head with his hands and smiled.

"I said don't be poor!" Tang Yi hurriedly pressed down Mao Zhu's hand, "Old lady, I've told you the price, you are ・・・・・・ again"

"Like you said, if my grandson takes it away, maybe the three melons and two dates will be sold. I'm old, and I don't know how many years I'll be able to live, and I will be content to see the school open in my lifetime. The old lady smiled, "Young man, don't fight with me, let's make a deal early, settle this matter early, in order to avoid trouble, let's sign a contract." ”

Tang Yi was just about to speak, but Mao stopped him all of a sudden, "I think, just follow what the old lady said, buy it at this price first, if you want to compensate, talk about it later, now is not the time, if you do it a minute earlier, there will be less risk." ”

"Good!" Tang Yi looked at the old lady and said loudly: "Then let's sign the contract first, and then go to the bank to transfer money!" ”

"What kind of contract?" At this time, the door of the living room was suddenly opened.

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