For Lin Yi, who likes to buy old books and collect old books, he is not interested in these antiques or anything, and he does not plan to invite a god to go home to the town, his eyes directly swept over these real and fake antiques, and fell on the used bookstall not far in front. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

In the end, it is a rare temple fair in "Sanxian Mountain", and the scale of the used book stall is also quite large. As far as the eye can see, the open space in front of it is full of the "territory" of the old book stalls, lined up, and there is a tendency of "the dragon sees the head but does not see the tail"; The old books on display are also varied, with a wide variety of types, which is dizzying.

Seeing that Lin Yi's eyes were straight when he saw those old book stalls, Haitang couldn't help but feel funny, so he let go of his hand and said, "Go and see, we'll meet again later." ”

Lin Yi said, "Then you be careful, call me in time if there is anything." After saying that, the girl ran to the old book stalls.

Begonia looked at his child-like urgency, and couldn't help but shake her head with a smile.

She still has a lot of places to visit in Sanxian Mountain, so she just took this opportunity to take a few photos.

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Lin Yi ran to those used book stalls, only to see the old books on the bookstalls being blown by the mountain wind, as if they were waving to him.

Lin Yi stopped in front of a bookstall and looked carefully, only to see that there were many books on this bookstall, but most of them were some common road goods. Books such as "From the Opium War to the May Fourth Movement", "A Review of Several Major Decisions and Events", and "The Essence of Difficult Diseases" in the 80s. These books are hard to find in bookstores these days, but there are many of them in second-hand book stalls.

Lin Yi glanced over again, and saw several books such as "Montaigne", "Nietzsche", and "Machiavelli" on another bookstall.

At this time, a hunchbacked old man squatted down in front of Lin Yi, and picked a few books with a solemn expression, Lin Yi looked at it, but it was the "Three Hundred New Translations of Tang Poems" from Shanghai Ancient Books, and a "Three Hundred Song Poems" published by Zhongzhou Ancient Books in the nineties, which seemed to be a poetry lover.

Like these books, in Xinhua Bookstore, one book costs at least 18 or 20 yuan, and in this kind of used book stall, two copies can be bought for 8 yuan.

It seemed that this book was quite cheap, so the old man picked out a thick "Idiom Dictionary", published by the Commercial Press in the eighties, hardcover, which looked brand new.

If you often buy old books, you will understand that this kind of dictionary and other books, the older the age, the stronger it is, because the spine of the book is a wire lock, and now those new ones are glued with chemical glue, and often they will be glued after a few turns. Therefore, people who understand the value of this kind of old book will buy one or two copies and leave them at home to read by themselves, or let their children read them. In short, it is not bad, and it is not outdated.

The price of selling books in this tome is 20 yuan, saying that this kind of store sells forty or fifty, and the second-hand book stall does not sell it at a price, so it sells for 20. The old man bargained with him, saying that he had already bought two copies, and that he would get a better discount. Finally, it was sold for 15 yuan.

Lin Yi just looked at the second-hand book stall, but he didn't buy it, because he either had many books, or felt that they had no collection value, but watched others buy books and read them with relish.

But soon, Lin Yi's eyes were attracted by a book---

Next to him, a middle-aged man who looked like an intellectual was flipping through a hardcover book with a book jacket, Lin Yi turned his face slightly, and saw the words on the cover: "Confused". Looking at the writer again, it turned out to be the Nobel Prize winner in literature, the British Elias. Canetti's masterpiece.

If Lin Yi remembers correctly, this book should be the best version translated by the master translator Qian Wencai, and it is one of the "Nobel Prize Writers Series" published by Lijiang Publishing House in 1986, with only 1,325 copies printed, which can be said to be a small missing book, and the market price is about 300---400 yuan.

However, Lin Yi knows more clearly that in this set of Lijiang edition of the "Nobel Prize for Literature Writers Series", there are three major missing books, namely---

First, the hardcover edition of "Broken Notebook", written by Miłosz (Poland), 1989, one edition and one printing, nine products, the market price of the collection is about 2,000 yuan.

Second, the hardcover edition of "From Petersburg to Stockholm", by Joseph Brodsky, 1990 one edition and one printing, nine products, the collection market price is about 1660 yuan

Third, the hardcover version of "The Lion and the Jewel", by Soyinka, in 1990, a edition and a print, nine products, the collection market price is about 1500 yuan.

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It's just a pity that although Lin Yi likes this Nobel Prize in Literature series very much, he has not collected one because it is difficult to collect; At this moment, when I saw this book of "Confused", I couldn't help but feel moved, and my eyes stared at this middle-aged uncle, hoping that he would put down the book after reading it and grab it in his hand again.

The uncle who was reading seemed to feel Lin Yi's hot gaze, and couldn't help but glance at him, Lin Yi hurriedly pretended not to care, and used his hand to look through the miscellaneous books under the uncle.

The middle-aged uncle glanced at him suspiciously, and then his eyes fell on the book in his hand again.

At this time, the eldest brother who sold books seemed to see the door, Lin Yi's acting skills were so inferior that a fool could see that he was interested in the book in his uncle's hand.

So the big brother who sold books urged the middle-aged uncle, "Hey, friend, you've been squatting here for a long time, do you want this book?" ”

The middle-aged uncle scratched his head a little embarrassedly and asked the boss, "How much is this book?" ”

The eldest brother said, "The minimum is 30 yuan." Hardcover, or the Nobel Prize in Literature. ”

"Wow, your book is too expensive, you can buy a new one for 30 yuan in the bookstore." The middle-aged uncle made a surprised expression. Then he bargained: "It's better to do this, 15 yuan, I'll buy 15 yuan." ”

The big brother who sells books is excited, and this business is not easy to do now, but he saw Lin Yi immediately.

Lin Yi was already staring at the book mercilessly, as if he was cheering up the big brother who sold books---I want to buy this book, I want to buy it."

So the eldest brother had the confidence again, and said: "No, the minimum is 30, if you don't buy it, others will buy it!" After speaking, he glanced at Lin Yi intentionally or unintentionally.

The uncle had already seen that Lin Yi was "not a good person" and wanted to grab this book with him, so he hesitantly touched his pocket, and when he looked at it, he said: "I only have 20 yuan here, and the rest of the money has to buy vegetables and noodles--- you see, be accommodating, it's 20 yuan!" ”

He's a poor reader, too.

Seeing this, Lin Yi planned to give up, leave here, and fulfill this uncle who inadvertently picked up a leak.

looked at the book seller again, but ignored his pity, and said: "Our business is also difficult to do, 30 yuan is really the least." ”

Lin Yi stood up and was already ready to leave.

Seeing this, the book seller changed his words again, "But if you like this book so much, then 20!" ”

"Thank you very much!" The middle-aged uncle was very happy, glanced at Lin Yi again, and said in his heart, did I misunderstand this young man, he didn't want to buy this book.

Lin Yi saw that people were going to "pay with one hand and deliver with the other", and it was not interesting for him to stay here any longer, and when he was about to leave, he saw a black fat woman rushing out from the side, holding the collar of the middle-aged uncle, and scolded in his mouth: "Let you buy vegetables, but you are squatting here to read--- hey, you are still going to buy it, you can't live this day, you think it is easy for the old lady to go to the field and farm to earn 20 yuan!" ”

As he spoke, he snatched the 20 yuan and threw the book "Confused" that the uncle grabbed back to the bookshelf.

The uncle was like a lamb that had encountered a tigress, and he was so frightened that he didn't dare to squeak, and was directly carried by his wife and slipped away.

The big brother who sold books didn't expect a sudden change in the middle, and the business that was supposed to be closed was disturbed by the old lady who suddenly came out, and he was unhappy in his heart, and slapped the "Confused" that was thrown back with his hand, and said in his mouth: "What is it!" Don't buy it and don't throw it away, there is no quality at all! ”

At this time, Lin Yi squatted down slowly, stretched out his hand to take the hardcover "Confused" in the hands of the bookstand brother, and said with a smile, "This book 20, I bought it!" (To be continued.) )