Zhao Yuanren felt a little itchy in his heart, and wanted to be like the angel told in the Western classics, a pair of wings bloomed on his back, and with a light fan, he flew to the library of Yiye Academy, and poured out the curiosity in his heart.

I didn't want the Chinese boy to say, "I'm afraid it's too late to go at this moment." I just heard that the closing ceremony will be held tomorrow, and at this moment, I am afraid that the library building has been closed. ”

"Advance to tomorrow?" Pol was a little surprised, "Does the mountain chief know?" ”

"It seems that this is what the mountain chief meant," the Chinese young man touched his head, and he also looked puzzled: "It is said that the mountain chief may have to go out of the customs and travel far away, so the closing ceremony was advanced." ”

"Traveling far away?" Miyamoto Liufeng and Fang Mei spoke in unison, but Adams on the side seemed to know it for a long time, the corners of his mouth were upturned, and a faint smile appeared on his face.

Miyamoto Liufeng and Fang Mei looked at each other, only to see that each other's faces were extremely surprised. The two of them knew very well that the head of the Yiye Academy, that is, their eldest brother, Zhu Qiu, had made a heavy vow after returning from his homeland that he would build a house and practice for four years on the top of the White Mountain, the highest peak on the island of Hawaii, as a punishment. It's only been two years now, what kind of change has happened, and that change has reached such an extent that he wants his eldest brother to break his oath and go down the mountain?

The second daughter was surprised for a long time, and suddenly remembered Zhu Yizhou, who had just appeared on the dock, this legendary uncle, who had always seen the head but not the tail, and came back this time, I am afraid that it was not only to pick up this batch of students from Tsinghua Academy. Could it be that something really happened this time?

Thinking of this, Fang Mei suddenly laughed, Miyamoto Liufeng grew up with her, why didn't she know the ghost idea in Fang Mei's heart? But she had the same thought in her heart. Two years ago, Zhu Qiu turned the world upside down in his homeland and understood the grudge, but because the two were young, he did not turn sideways. Now the two of them have also reached the age of Fang Xiaoru back then.

It's always going to be earth-shattering to be fun!

"Is it because of the European war?" Pol frowned, guessing.

Without waiting for the others to answer, Adams smiled softly and said, "This kind of thing, guessing is useless, it only takes a few days to know, why bother?" I just heard this little brother talk about the head of economic catechesis, I don't know what to call it? ”

"Mr. Adams has won the prize, and it's just some common sense to get started with the academy." The Chinese boy replied, "My name is Lu Zhi, just call me Xiao Zhi." ”

Adams waited to continue asking, but saw Abby and Hallie shouting at them in the distance to hurry up, and listening to their voices, he was already a little impatient.

Fang Mei agreed, shook her hand, and chased after her. For the rest of the people, Pol didn't make a meeting with a few people, but just made an appointment with Miyamoto to meet again in the evening, and then dragged Monhawa away. Lu Zhi also turned around and left with his two juniors, one black and one white.

These people just exchanged a few words of greeting, and then went about their own business. But Zhao Yuanren was tortured a lot, in this short period of time, I am afraid that there is not even a stick of incense, Zhao Yuanren's heart, from dull to expectant, from expectation to disappointment, from joy to sadness, has experienced a double day. Zhao Yuanren heard Lu Zhi say that the library building of Yiye Academy had been closed, and he knew that he was afraid that he would not be able to see those commandments today, and he suddenly felt that it was boring and lost his interest in visiting. Just walking with a bored head on the side, kicking a piece of gravel under his feet from time to time, passing the boring time.

But Zhao Yuanren only passed the weak crown at this time, what is the heart of a teenager, this crown covers the street is extremely prosperous, between the grass and trees, all kinds of strange and exquisite things are dizzying, many things, Zhao Yuanren stared at it for a long time, and he couldn't figure out the actual use, and when he asked the shopkeeper about the time, it made him suddenly realize, and he secretly scolded himself for being stupid. Even someone as old as Zhao Yuanren is addicted to it, let alone those girls. Fang Mei took Abby and Harley through the crowd like a wooden shuttle on a loom. Among the three girls, Abby and Hallie are newcomers, and Fang Mei is a few years younger, and for a while it seems that they want to buy all the things on the street, even through such a noisy crowd, they still keep hearing the sound of the three of them cheering and screaming and fighting each other.

Listening to the liveliness of the three Fang Mei in front of him, he turned his head to look at Miyamoto Liufeng and Adams next to him, who were stopping in front of a bookstore. Zhao Yuanren walked over to take a look, but it turned out to be a branch of the Commercial Press.

"I heard that the collection of books in this Song House was sold to the Seikado in Japan as early as 1907, and I don't think the business hall has a way to photocopy it." When Adams saw Zhao Yuanren coming, he raised the book in his hand at him, and was amazed.

Zhao Yuan grew up in the south of the Yangtze River, which is the place where the wind of Chinese book collection is strong, and it is also a place where the classics are scattered violently. Since the incident of the Song Tower, the search for ancient Chinese books from various countries has become increasingly intense. When Zhao Yuanren was studying at the Jiangnan Higher School (Zhongshan Academy), he often saw the scourge of collecting books from various countries on the street, whether it was the West or the East, when he saw that there were book sellers, he often measured it by his hand Chinese staff, and the staff was not even worth one dollar in cash. At that time, it was more than a century since the founding of opium, opium entered the country, wars were repeated, the country was weak, the people were poor, and many books were sold by their ancestors and grandchildren for smoking. The ancient books of Dunhuang in the distance, and the Song Tower in the near are all heart-wrenching examples.

"But after all, it's just a photocopy," Zhao Yuanren thought of this, and felt even relieved, "The rare book will eventually be lost." ”

"But isn't this coming back?" Miyamoto Liufeng looked at a local chronicle, and saw that the preface was indeed made by the National History Museum, and he was happy in his heart, "Although it is not a rare book, what the former sages said, in the end, it is still a reappearance of the world." Books can teach people, and it is a great blessing. ”

After a few words, they looked for books. The Honolulu Business Museum is not only a business museum, but also an overseas branch of the National History Museum. Zhao Yuanren didn't realize it, he thought that this place was just like Nanjing, just a small shop. How do you know that the inside is getting wider and wider, as if walking into the peach blossom garden, there are dozens of steps long before and after, and the further you go, the higher the bookshelf, when Zhao Yuanren walked to the middle, he looked up at the words on the top spine, which was blurry and unrecognizable. Zhao Yuanren was in a trance, it was really like being in a sea of books, the waves of wisdom were surging, and the breath alone had already fascinated him.

It turned out that in the past few years, Zhang Yuanji has done his best, with Zhu Chongzhen's gold and silver, he has built a hastily dam, barely slowing down the torrent of leakage of this classic. After the founding of the Republic of China, the National History Museum relied on the prestige and background of the historian to intervene with the power of thunder, and it was only then that this torrent was gradually eliminated. With the help of the National History Museum, Zhang Yuanji has never felt that manpower funds are so handy. So since the beginning of last year, he and the National History Museum have gradually recycled the classics scattered abroad to the Hanfen Building in Shanghai.

Happy times are always short-lived, Zhao Yuanren Zheng took out a copy of "Selected Notes of the Six Ministers" and was fascinated by it, and suddenly felt that his arm was pinched hard, and it hurt. When he turned around, he saw that it was Fang Mei. Fang Mei saw Zhao Yuanren coming back to his soul, grabbed him, and dragged him straight to the outside of the bookstore. But Miyamoto Rukaede and Adams and others were missing.

"You idiot, come with me." Fang Mei didn't say much, pulled Zhao Yuanren and hurried forward.

After a hundred and ten steps, and when you turn a corner, the scene is different. The ancient books are knotted, and the crown is covered into a street, but the bamboo shadow is swaying in front of you, green and dripping, elegant and natural, but the square inch is separated, and it seems to be a world of difference.

Fang Mei pulled Zhao Yuanren and didn't stop for a while, she seemed to be very familiar with this bamboo forest, and after turning a few places, she came to a few houses. Said to be a house, but called the bamboo house is more appropriate, are made of thick bamboo, the left is a little deeper, there is a three-story bamboo building there gently swaying with the wind, the right is not far away, there is even an ancient bamboo pavilion, there is still a bend of living water around the bamboo pavilion and moves. The bamboo house is surrounded by a half-waist-high bamboo fence, but in front of it is a bamboo archway.

Miyamoto Rukaede and Adams were already waiting here. Not only them, but also a few teenagers who had appeared on the dock were busy on the side, Zhao Yuanren looked carefully, the teenagers were either cleaning up the courtyard, or setting up tables and stools in the bamboo pavilion, and one person was standing on the wooden ladder, removing the cloth on the archway in front of the bamboo house. Zhao Yuanren looked up and saw three big characters written on the archway: "Wisher Xuan".

"Is this a shop?" Zhao Yuanren heard Ai Bi in front of him exclaim in surprise, "Liufeng, you said this is a shop, why can't I see what it sells?" ”

"This is the Wisher," Miyamoto explained, "Wisher is not an ordinary business. ”

"This is the Wisher?" "It is said that in the five years since it opened, it has changed owners three times, but it has only done six businesses, but any one of them is enough to make Wall Street's Morgan Bank open its doors and bow in." Master Zhu told me, but I didn't expect that the wisher Xuan was such a simple place. ”

Adams was sighing to himself, when suddenly a voice rang out from behind: "Since you two are back, you haven't come over to help, are you actually standing here and watching?" ”

Adams turned around and saw that it was a young Chinese man who was slightly older than himself, wearing leather shoes and suits, wearing a vest on his upper body, but the top was on his arm, and he looked carefully at the knot of his tie, which was actually a popular Windsor knot in Europe. The young man noticed his gaze, withdrew his gaze at Miyamoto Liufeng and Fang Mei, and nodded to Adams with a smile. Then he strode towards the Wisher's Pavilion.

Hearing the young man's voice, Fang Mei stuck out her tongue at Zhao Yuanren, and followed the young man in, the young man just stood in the courtyard of the wisher Xuan and looked around a few times, and then whispered a few words. Miyamoto Liufeng and Fang Mei followed his instructions and rearranged several settings in the Xuan.

The young man looked at it for a while, then turned his head and smiled at Adams and the others, "I am the Xuan Master of the Wisher Xuan, Nongquan Blade, Biaozi Xihou, you are guests from afar, if you have time, why don't you come in and have a cup of tea." ”

Adams was taken aback when he realized that this young man was the lord of the Wisher's Pavilion. The wisher Xuan is a huge name, and he can't imagine that the Xuan Lord is so young.

"Lord Nongxuan is open to do things, aren't you afraid of us disturbing you?"

"This person in front of you is Adams, who came with Mr. Yizhou, right? This should be Brother Xuan Zhong of the Wujin Zhao family, as well as these two beautiful girls," Nongquan Jian smiled slightly: "The Wisher Xuan opened today, and four distinguished guests came here to cheer, which is really brilliant." Also invite the four to appreciate their faces and taste a cup of tea in the Kuaizai Pavilion. ”

By the time the Nongquan Blade finished speaking, Miyamoto Liufeng and Fang Mei were already cooking tea in the pavilion. Adams and Zhao Yuanren are still waiting to be resigned, but Abby and Hallie have already run over. Ya Zhao and the two looked at each other, then they also bowed their hands and walked over.

"This is the tea from my hometown, called Guzhang Maojian," Nongquan Jian said with a sense of hospitality.

"Farmer, today I wish to open the door to do things, and we won't be waiting, right?" Fang Mei brought tea and took the opportunity to ask.

"You have such a big face, you dare to say such a thing," Nongquan Blade fanned his right hand lightly, as if he was a little intoxicated by the fragrance of tea, "Do you have a request for me, or can you help me?" After pausing for a while, Nongquan Blade nodded, "Well, I haven't seen you for more than a year, and the tea art has never been unfamiliar, which is not bad." ”

After speaking, Nongquan Blade didn't say much to Fang Mei, but chatted casually with Adams and Zhao Yuanren. After the young men of the Yiye Academy finished tidying up, they bowed to the agricultural spring blade and dispersed quietly.

The wind moves the bamboo shadow, mottled all over the place, and the noise and bustle on the crown cover street in the distance seem to be very distant but can be heard, and this audible sound, mixed with the rustling bamboo leaves shaking, makes it seem that this place is quiet and cool.

A few people tasted a cup of tea here, and then they saw three or four people walking slowly on the road. The leader is an old man of the age of a sixtieth year, with a slightly rickety body, sparse hair on the top of his head, and a civilized staff in his right hand.

"The guests have arrived," Nongquan Blade smiled and straightened up, "You will sit here for a while, and I will go to greet you." With that, he walked towards Xuanwai, and Fang Mei also stood up and followed behind Nongquan Blade. Miyamoto took out water from the clay pot on the side, poured it into the teapot, and began to cook tea.

Zhao Yuanren looked from afar, saw Nongquan Blade and the visitor laughed and talked a few words, so they walked to the pavilion together, and only listened to Nongquan Blade said: "Mr. Si'an came just in time, the day before yesterday, my hometown just brought some hair tips, although Mr. Yu, it is not a novelty, but in Hawaii, which is in this lonely ocean, it is extremely rare. ”

The old man nodded, "Speaking of which, my China is rich in natural resources, and it should be that the country is rich and the people are strong, but I don't want to be like the weak Song Dynasty now, poor and weak." When I was young, I was still a little proud of China, but looking at young people now, they are admiring Europe and flattering Japan, and where can I talk about pride in China! In the past half of my life, I have been thinking about saving the country through industry and opening up a path for China to make the country rich and the people strong. But now that he is in the sixtieth year, he feels that the road ahead is long. This time, I came to the guidance of Mr. Tao Zhai (Duanfang), the owner of the National History Museum in Beijing, and came to the wisher Xuan to seek advice. ”

Saying that, a few people walked to the Kuaizai Pavilion, Zhao Yuanren already felt that the old man was very familiar, and at this moment, when the old man came closer, he recognized it at once, and suddenly jumped up in shock:

"Champion Gong, you ...... You...... How did you come here? ”

The old man on the opposite side squinted, but he didn't know it, and Nongquan Blade on the side introduced: "This is Zhao Xuanzhong of the Wujin Zhao family." ”

"This elder is the chief of agriculture and commerce of the Republic of China, the champion of the Qing Dynasty, Mr. Si An (Zhang Jian)."