Early the next morning, Guan Zhuofan carried a package and knocked on the door of the Zhou family next door. The one who answered the door was still the one he saw last time, and only opened the door by a crack, and when he saw that it was Guan Zhuofan, he was stunned at first, and then cautiously poked his head out and looked at both sides. After making sure that there was only Zhuo Fan alone, he nodded and said, "Young Master Guan, do you have something?" In his words, although he was not as arrogant as before, he still had a look of vigilance.

"I'm not here to borrow money." Guan Zhuofan saw that he looked like a frightened bird, and secretly laughed, knowing that their family was plundering the Indian soldiers a few days ago, he still had palpitations, and after weighing it in his heart, he handed over the package with a dead knot in his hand, "This, give it to your master, he will know it at a glance." With that, he clapped his hands and turned his head away.

Sure enough, as soon as I got home, I didn't have time to sit down in a hurry, and there was a knock on the door of the courtyard. When I opened the door in person, I saw that it was a middle-aged man in his thirties, wearing a poplin gown, and his chubby face was full of gratitude and uneasiness, knowing that this must be the owner of the next door, Zhou Jiayu.

"Yixuan! You're ...... Alas! Zhou Jiayu dragged Guan Zhuofan with one hand, couldn't help but say, pulled him out of the door, went back to his house, went straight into the main hall, pressed him into the chair next to the Eight Immortals table, and made a big gesture on his head: "Zhang Gui is not sensible, Yixuan, for your sake, don't care about everything." ”

It turns out that my name is Yixuan, Guan Zhuofan thought to himself, this must be his own words, it seems that his father really has a few taels of ink, and the names and words are actually quite elegant. He saw that on the table of the Eight Immortals was the burden spread out, and the fine and soft jewelry inside was dazzling, but there was no shadow of gold and silver, so he smiled politely, stood up and gave a reply: "Brother Zhou, you have seen the outside, and the matter inside is not enough to worry about." At that moment, he told the story of a story that had been made up long ago—how he heard that foreign soldiers making trouble that night, how he found this lost package at the door, and how he was in a hurry to go out so that he came to return it today.

Zhou Jiayu was moved when he heard this, and said: "Yixuan, your family situation is not very good, and I don't help much on weekdays, I didn't expect you to be really rich, this high righteousness, I don't know how to thank you!" ”

Guan Zhuofan smiled slightly, and said in his heart: You know gratitude, that's good. It's a shame to say that I'm not worth an inch.

A catastrophe in the Old Summer Palace overturned all his original ideas and plans. If he wants to achieve great things in the world, he will naturally no longer stick to small things, in the package of this corrupt official, the original two ingots of gold and more than 20 ingots of silver, he has unceremoniously put away, to be used for other purposes. Fine soft jewelry is a thing owned by the owner, and it is not easy to sell it, let alone wear it on Bai's body, so he returned it to Zhou Jiayu, intending to let him save a sense of gratitude.

The two had a conversation, which was nothing more than listening to Zhou Jiayu scolding foreign soldiers and beasts. When he talked about how many things were robbed, Zhou Jiayu became a little hesitant and vague. Guan Zhuofan was amused in his heart, but he saw Zhou Jiayu say goodbye, took the burden into the inner room, and after a while, he came out with a silver ingot in his hand, put it in front of him, and said sincerely: "Yixuan, this bit of silver, you can't take it, you buy a pot of wine to drink!" ”

Guan Zhuofan naturally couldn't accept this ingot of silver, otherwise the glorious image he had painstakingly created would be greatly discounted. Zhou Jiayu couldn't guess what he was thinking anymore, so he argued for a long time, and seeing that he still refused to let go, he had to sigh, shook his hand, and said very sincerely: "Yixuan, I really misjudged you." I am an official of the household department, and I can't help you with your affairs. If you have any other problems, please come to me in the future. As long as I can have the final say, you have a word! ”

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Guan Zhuofan returned home, asked Tuber for a small scale, inserted the door in his room, took out the remaining silver and gold ingots from the cabinet, and weighed them. Those silver bills were indeed ten taels of official ingots, a total of twenty-three, that is, two hundred and thirty taels of silver. Two gold ingots, each forty taels, were worth seven hundred and twenty taels of silver according to the official price of gold to nine at the present time. In this way, there are nine hundred and fifty taels, plus those gold pounds and a little scattered silver taels, he actually has a net worth of more than one thousand taels of silver.

However, this is not the most important thing. He stood up, took out the package he had carried back in the Old Summer Palace yesterday from the cabinet, and carefully opened it - the really scary thing is here!

He began to gently tidy up one by one. First took out the four bronze beast heads, carefully looked at them for a while, and thought of the future generations, just one rabbit head was auctioned abroad, which caused such a big turmoil, and I couldn't help but feel a lot of emotion. At yesterday's auction, he only saw these four beast heads, and the other eight must have been hidden in his pocket by foreign soldiers and never handed in.

The rest is calligraphy and painting. He first singled out the intact and unstained ones and counted them, a total of fourteen. Then count the ones that are broken or stained, and it is eight.

Everything is a treasure - Guan Zhuofan was a little excited, and his eyes were a little wet. Although he is a student of history, he is most interested in the knowledge of these cultural relics, and he is quite dabbling, but after all, he is not an expert in collecting, and he cannot accurately name each thing, nor can he accurately judge the value of each thing, but they are all royal collections, most of which must have been lost in later generations, and the preciousness is needless to say.

He remembered what a British officer said at the auction: "These paintings don't even have perspective and three-dimensionality!" I couldn't help but shake my head with disdain: These devils are really rough embryos. For them, if they don't pile up an inch of oil paint on the canvas, can it still be considered a painting?

Looking at the pile of national treasures in front of him, he was a little stunned: these things that were bought for a total of ten pounds, pick out one at random, and use 100 million yuan as the unit of pricing in the future generations, right? If you add up so much, villas, luxury cars, yachts, and private jets are all easy things, let alone beautiful women......

After a long while, he retracted his mind from his fantasy, smiled at himself, and re-sorted the calligraphy and paintings in front of him—those who could not be named, those who did not remember the whereabouts of the future generations, and those who were harvested in a pile, which could not be sold, but had to be preserved. Those who can be named and know that future generations still exist in the scope of "one China" are collected into another pile, counted, a total of nine, the silk "Pounding Practice" and Liang Kai's "Six Ancestors Cutting Bamboo Map" are in it, and among them, there is a cursive script by Huang Tingjian in the Northern Song Dynasty, and Gu Kaizhi's masterpiece in the Eastern Jin Dynasty "Female History Map".

These nine things will be exchanged for silver when the opportunity is right, and they will help him in the great cause he is planning.

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