Although the library is large, there are not many people who come to read it.

The librarian was an old man in his sixties, and he glanced at the two of them lazily, "Area A on the second floor, where are all the relevant documents about the Love Festival?" ”

The Love Festival is a local specialty, so there is a separate showcase for its contents.

Most of the people who come to read the book are looking at this, so they are placed in the most prominent position, and they see it as soon as they go upstairs.

The content in it is very different from what Fu An'an found on the Internet. Occasionally, a word of ginger candy is mentioned, but it is only a tradition in the past, and then it is brushed aside.

Even what Zhou Jingyou said is not in this pile of books.

Obviously, these are not the earliest contents, and the caretaker administrator is perfunctory.

The two of them returned to the first floor and looked at the librarian, "Uncle, we have seen the version from seventy years ago, and it needs to be even earlier." ”

"That's all there is to the library, nothing earlier."

The librarian is old and lazy. Anyway, it's a public office, and I'm almost retiring again, so I don't have to work so hard.

He just wants to get rid of people and continue to watch quyi.

Cadaver vegetarian.

This kind of person is annoying everywhere.

But Fu An'an couldn't do anything about him.

Fu Yizhi stood behind Fu An'an and glanced at the nameplate in front of him, "Liu Quansheng?

If we complain to you at the same time in the personnel and tourism administration on the grounds of negligence and disrespect for tourists, guess what will happen?

You're almost retirement age, aren't you? I can put you under a major penalty before you retire. ”

Hit the snake seven inches.

After Fu Yizhi finished speaking, Liu Quansheng's face changed suddenly, turned off the small TV showing the opera, and said with an unkind face,

"Yes, there is, but it is a hundred years ago, and it is an out-of-print antique. It is placed in the archive and is generally not open to the public.

You're so powerful, go to the official and ask for permission. ”

Sure enough, there is!

Fu Anan looked at this administrator and felt that he was really difficult to handle.

Fu Yizhi took out a card, "Take us there."

Look at one minute to give you ten thousand. ”

When Liu Quansheng heard this, his originally small eyes opened, looking at Fu Yizhi in front of him, he couldn't hide his greed, "I have to take a risk, 20,000 a minute." ”

A lot of age, still lazy and rich.

However, for Fu Yizhi, things that can be solved with money are not a problem.

"Yes."

The two followed Liu Quansheng to the archive room on the first floor.

A thin book, placed in a glass cabinet, the pages are yellowed, and the traces of its age can be seen.

Liu Quansheng took it out and put it in front of them, "Turn it carefully, don't break it." ”

Seeing Fu An'an, who took out his mobile phone and was about to take pictures, he hurriedly stopped, "You can only watch, you can't take pictures." ”

It's not that you can't shoot, it's for 20,000 yuan a minute. The little ninety-nine in this person's heart, you don't need to think about it.

Fu An'an glanced at him and focused his attention on the book. The game is a bit of a conscience, and the fonts on it are all they can understand.

This book is a genealogy.

The original love town was actually called Xujia Town. The above record is the last group of Xujia Town townspeople.

Xujia Town, Xujia Pavilion.

This reminded Fu Anan of the man who was a little crazy, so he was a descendant of the original Xu Jiazhen?

Turning all the way to the last few pages, it records what happened a hundred years ago-

At that time, the richest family in Xujia Town married a wife.

At noon, there was a sudden vision in the sky. Pink powder drifted through the town, and the townspeople fainted.