"Little brother, what are those thread-bound books you poured out, hurry up and pick them up and take a look!"

"Yes, I didn't expect there to be so many thread-bound books hidden underneath, we were all curious to death. Pen ~ Fun ~ Pavilion www.biquge.info"

"If it's a good book, I'm willing to buy it, how about it?"

Everyone talked about it, each with a small abacus, and those who were waiting to see the excitement and jokes, and they looked at the thread-bound books with curiosity, just waiting for Lin Yi to give the result.

Zhu Fatzi looked at those thread-bound books up close, a total of 19 books, large volumes, and the quality was very good, although he didn't understand books, seeing these old books with an ancient atmosphere, his strong heart was beating non-stop.

"What the hell are these......" he muttered.

Lin Yi didn't pay attention to those who shouted the price at all, and he didn't even raise his head, because his nose already smelled a strong smell of books.

The strong scent of books directly triggered the aura in his body, and then Lin Yi's mind slammed, and scenes of illusions appeared in his mind.

The dust is flying, and the jingoma is chirping.

In the capital, countless people who fled poured out from the city gates.

Gunfire rang out, and the invading contingent of the Eight-Nation Coalition was already waiting outside, and when they saw the refugees who had escaped, they shot frantically.

Countless refugees fell one after another, a bare-bottomed child sat on the ground, crying, and his mother fell to the ground, blood flowing.

After the shooting, the looting began, and the invading army ravaged the poor refugees and robbed them of everything they had with them, broken silver, gold watches, cattle and sheep......

Wailing, wailing, all useless.

This is an era of ruthlessness, but also an era of war.

……

A Russian soldier took a fancy to a talented old man, kicked him down, and then stepped on his whip with his foot, grunting as if to say, "Take out all the valuable things you have on you!" ”

The old man tried to get up, but he stumbled and fell to the ground. His whip was trampled on, and he couldn't get up, so he had to take some pieces of silver out of the package and hand it to the Russian soldier tremblingly.

The soldier took the money, snatched the old man's package, and shook out all the contents.

What cigarette pouches, pots, silver bracelets, and title deeds, and a dozen books all shook to the ground. The Russian soldiers were not interested in those land deeds and ancient books, but they snatched those silver bracelets and the like, and finally kicked the old man fiercely, scolding: "Old immortal! ”

The old man spat out a mouthful of blood, and he lay on the ground, guarding the ancient books tightly with his arms, as if those things were his most precious treasures.

……

In a thatched hut, the old man coughed violently, blood spilling from the corners of his mouth, and he shook his hands and pointed to the package he had snatched.

His nephew took the package, lifted him up, and said, "This...... I'll leave it to you. ”

My nephew is also a scholar, and when he saw what his uncle said solemnly, he opened the package and saw the 19 ancient books. He stroked the covers of those ancient books, felt the knowledge they contained, and couldn't help but cry.

"These ...... These are my most cherished books, and you should keep them in the future. After saying these words, the old man seemed to have exhausted his last strength and passed away.

The nephew was released and cried. When the whole family died, only the two of them were left, and now, he is the only one left.

……

The years go by---

The Qing Dynasty fell, and the warlords fought on the land of Shenzhou.

The nephew has also become a middle-aged man, and the four books and five classics he originally studied hard, and the books used in the imperial examination have all become useless, and even the 19 ancient books he collected have become useless books. However, he was not willing to throw them away, let alone sell them, although the bookseller in Panjiayuan had already approached him for a good opportunity and offered a high price of 30 oceans. He doesn't sell it because it's a souvenir.

Today the bookseller came again, and brought with him a very famous man, with thick eyebrows and a beard, and I heard that he was very good at writing, and even many officials were afraid of him.

The man asked him to call him "Mr. Zhou", saying that he wanted to read the books.

He took out the 19 ancient books, Mr. Zhou looked at them carefully, and told him that these were treasures, ancient books from the Ming Dynasty, and asked him if he was willing to sell them.

He shook his head, told the story of the books, and then said he wanted to pass them on. Mr. Zhou was a little regretful, and it seemed that he really liked these ancient books.

Looking at such a big celebrity's expression, at that moment, he almost faltered.

In the end, Mr. Zhou did not offer any price, but told him that if he changed his mind one day, he would go to him.

That was the first and last time he saw Mr. Zhou.

……

The gunfire has finally ended, and the land of China has finally been reunified.

He is also old, but he feels that he should be able to live a good life, with two sons, a daughter, and an old wife who smiles when he sees everyone.

At this time, the society began to donate the money, and many large families donated their treasures to the country, to museums, archives and so on.

He also wanted to donate, took the 19 ancient books, and went all the way to the county seat, but the museum guarded the door and didn't let him in, saying that the leader was not at home and asked him to come back next time. He managed to stop a staff member, who looked at his book and told him, comrade, let's take these back, it's not of much value.

He came with enthusiasm, but he could only take those ancient books and run home, and his wife asked him why he didn't do it? He replied, "Straw eggs, those people don't know the goods!"

……

The wind and clouds are changing, the great leap forward, and the catastrophe of ten years---

Those 19 ancient books have survived water, fire, soldiers, and natural disasters, but they are still well preserved.

Passed from generation to generation.

One generation guards the next.

It has been passed down from generation to generation, and finally to this day.

Things are not people, and the people who collect books are old.

The book is as new as ever.

……

Lin Yi turned around from the illusion and looked at the set of books--- the quaint dark yellow book cover, the light blue title label, and the five big-character titles of the "Commentary on the Thirteen Classics" in Song style, which was a typical layout of the Ming Wanli version. The first page of the book is impressively stamped with the red seal of "the seal of the Ministry of Rites", and the small characters of "Wanli Twenty-one Years Journal" on the mouth of the book are vividly visible--- this book is not only the official edition of Wanli, but also the collection of the Ministry of Rites of the Qing court.

This book should be called the "Beijian Edition" in the literature, and it is not collected in all libraries and museums. What's even more valuable is that this book was collected by the Ministry of Rites in the early Qing Dynasty, which is probably the only one in the world.

When Lin Yi checked this book, everyone else could see it clearly, and there were many people around who knew the goods, and they could see at a glance whose value this set was.

"Commentary on the Thirteen Classics", official engraving of the Ming version? Not bad, very good! ”

"See the seal of the Ministry of Rites? Is this a prison book? ”

Exclamations, one after another.

For these book lovers, a Ming version of the official engraving is already amazing, and it is even more remarkable that it is still in the collection of the Ministry of Rites of the Qing Dynasty.

"Little brother, I will pay 500,000 yuan for this set of books, will I sell it?"

"Six hundred thousand! It's rare to have a full set, the quality is so good, and it is an official engraving of the Ming version, and the old collection of the Ministry of Rites --- I gave 600,000. ”

After several collectors came forward to see this set of "Commentary on the Thirteen Classics", they all offered Lin Yi a price, and Lao Cao and others, who had never seen such a scene, all looked at each other and couldn't believe their ears.

The shouts came and went, Lin Yi just poured it lightly, this sack of old books actually rose to 600,000 RMB, Lin Yi showed a smile on his face, because he clearly knew that the price of this set of books was more than that.

Sure enough, it seemed to affirm Lin Yi's guess, at this time, a person stood out in the crowd, white-haired, very old, wearing a Mao suit, looking very stylish, he glanced at Lin Yi, and then pointed to the set of "Commentary on the Thirteen Classics" in his hand, and said: "I bought your set of books, 3.8 million!" ”

With a bang, the whole scene exploded.

3.8 million, 19 books, equal to 200,000 for one book!

Zhu Fatzi, who had gone away, looked at Lin Yi in disbelief, looked at the bidder, and felt crumbling--- God, this set of books originally belonged to him! (To be continued.) )