Song Tian was attracted and looked at it repeatedly for a while before reluctantly returning it to him.

He is now using his father's calligraphy, although he can also practice, but after so many years, it has turned yellow and off the page, and some places have accidentally stained ink.

Now that there is money at home, it is not a problem to buy another one, but people who read books have a kind of paranoia about these things, and Song Tian is also envious of those who don't love good things.

Tian Mao put the calligraphy into the bookbag very preciously, and said to Song Tian: "Let me tell you, our museum owner has a copy of Mr. Tao's authentic handwriting, just in the study, I saw a cover when I was cleaning, just those few words, look at it is refreshing." ”

This person said too much, Song Tian held back a smile and said goodbye.

He went to the entrance of the school hall, where Pang Zimo was waiting.

The two went out to the street, and today they were in the market, and there were still some people on the street, and the stalls on both sides were confiscated.

Walking all the way, the two parted ways at the intersection, and then Song Tian ran into a small stall selling paper and pencils, and leaned over to look at it without thinking about it.

This stall is on the edge of an alley, the location is inconspicuous, but it is on the way home for Song Tian.

He knew that the stall owner was new because he hadn't seen it before.

The booth was small, with a dusty coarse cloth spread on the ground, and there was not much on it, except for two knives of rough-edged paper and a few brushes, and a post.

Seeing that the post was written with the words Yijing, Song Tian was a little curious, and was about to pick it up to take a look, but the stall owner was quick and handed it to him directly.

"Xiao Xiucai, you have good eyesight, this calligraphy is my nephew's treasure, but it's a pity that he can't use it now, so he took these things out and sold them."

The stall owner is a thin black man who looks like he is in his thirties and forties, and when he laughs, there are a few deep lines at the corners of his eyes, which should be the type that often smiles, but this smile does not look pleasing, as if he has some ghost idea.

Song Tian glanced at him twice, took the note with a suspicious attitude and looked through it, and the person was quickly stunned.

This is not rubbing, it is a handwritten script, and he looks very familiar with it, just like the one he just saw in Tian Mao's hand.

This can't be the real thing about Mr. Tao!

Song Tian didn't believe it, but this kind of elegant pen power and handwriting made him have to think about it.

He didn't show it on his face, but there was a storm in his heart, and he gently closed the post and asked, "Your nephew really doesn't plan to ask for it?" ”

It's really a good thing to leave for future generations!

The middle-aged man shook his head, "I don't read any books, what do I need to do with these things, it's better to spend a few dollars." ”

Everyone had different ideas, and Song Tian didn't ask much, but said, "Then, how much is this post?" ”

"I don't want more, you just give twenty wen."

Twenty texts?

It's just a cheap sale.

Song Tian was afraid that he would regret it, so he took the scripture in his arms and quickly gave him twenty dollars.

Whether this scripture is Mr. Tao's genuine handwriting or not, he feels that it is worth it, after all, if he can write this good hand, it is worth more than 20 yuan.

The middle-aged man had no intention of repenting at all, and when he saw Song Tian leaving, there was a smile on the corner of his mouth, and he actually began to pack up his things and leave.

At this time, Pang Zimo, who was on the way home, inadvertently picked up a stone.

This is not an ordinary stone, but a piece of rough jade.

Pang Zimo didn't recognize these things, he just felt that the stone was very beautiful, half gray and half green, and he always felt that it was a good thing.

Pang Zimo was excited for a while, went home with it, and showed it to his mother.

Pang's mother has lived for decades, so she naturally recognizes these things, and she was frightened and asked where her son got it from.

"Mother, this is what I picked up on the side of the road, I thought it looked good, so I took it back."

Pang Zimo saw his mother's expression and knew that this stone was not an extraordinary thing, and then he thought about it, and he didn't know how anxious the person who lost the thing was.

"Mother, who did you say dropped this thing?"

Pang Mu shook her head, "I'll keep the things first, let's pay attention to them these days, and if someone comes to look for them, we will return them to others." ”

If you only pick up a copper plate, forget it, you can go outside to buy a small handful of vegetables, but this jade rough stone is obviously not cheap, and the mother and son don't have those crooked thoughts of possession. Pang Mu was a little worried, holding that thing like a hot potato, always afraid of causing trouble to her family.

She didn't dare to say anything about this kind of thing, for fear that as soon as the word spread, someone with crooked intentions would come to the door to confess or come to steal, and the trouble would continue.

After thinking about it, she decided to put it away and secretly waited for the owner to come and find it, and the thing was picked up by her son, not stolen.

At that time, Song Tian got a scripture and began to practice calligraphy.

In the evening, Chang came to give his son newly made clothes, and when he saw the book on the table that was used as a copybook, he also felt a little bit and asked him where he got it, the words on it were so beautiful.

Song Tian also felt that he had picked up a treasure, and mentioned the matter of buying a calligraphy at noon.

"Mother, I guess this is someone else's copying post, otherwise it wouldn't be so cheap."

Chang thinks about it, otherwise he can't even buy an ordinary calligraphy book for twenty yuan.

Chang told his son, said that the weather was getting colder, and he would leave soon.

Ah Xiu leaned over to the table and looked at the poster and said, "Brother Tim, I don't feel like this post is copied and written, although it is very well preserved, but the corners still feel a little yellowed." ”

Ah Xiu's eyes were sharp, Song Tian looked at the place she was pointing, and sure enough, she also noticed that something was wrong.

"It would be great if it was genuine."

Song Tian smiled and said, "I'll go to the hall owner tomorrow and ask him to help me take a look." ”

On the last page of this small copybook is a small red seal, which is slightly recognizable as a pottery character, although it is somewhat unclear.

Song Tian didn't dare to think about it, could it be that he had inadvertently really obtained Mr. Tao's authentic handiwork?

The next day, Song Tian carefully wrapped the notebook and put it in his book bag, and after school at noon, he went to Matsuma Pavilion to find the owner.

It's a pity that this time the door is not ajar, but closed.

It was the first time Song Tian had seen this situation, in the past, when he came to this door, it was either wide open or half a day, and the owner of the museum did not taboo those students in and out.

Of course, the disciples who can come here are all the disciples he fancies, and they are all careful to get the permission of the hall master, lest they stain the floor.

Song Tian stepped forward and knocked on the door, waited for a while and didn't hear any movement or response, guessing that the owner of the hall should not be there, and wanted to leave, but suddenly remembered another thing.

He looked in through the carved door, and just happened to see Mr. Tao's ink treasure on the wall, so he took out the book of righteousness in the bookbag, opened it, and compared the seals with each other.

In this way, he was pleasantly surprised again, could it be that this book in his hand was genuine?