The rain marks on the bluestone pavement are still there, reflecting the faint and dazzling sunlight.

Three teenagers came to Wenbao Street, and they went straight to the old paper shop.

Therefore, Paper Zhai sells used books, but the style is higher than that of the other houses, because they do not sell ordinary old books, but sell expensive goods. Rare books, rare books, there are many ancient books in the old paper, I am not afraid that there is nothing you want, but I am afraid that you have no money.

As soon as Yan Xiuyu entered the door, he was recognized by the shopkeeper.

Just now, this rich young man spent 8,000 taels of silver to collect a bunch of books here. Most of those books are notes from unpopular predecessors who are not easy to sell, and not many people buy them.

Seeing him come back, the shopkeeper smiled into a chrysanthemum, and greeted him: "This young master is back again?" ”

"Well, my friend has seen the books I bought, and he wants to buy a few to go back." Yan Xiuyu pointed at Yan Qingge.

On the way, Yan Qingge had already told Yan Xiuyu about his guess. Yan Xiuyu was filled with indignation after hearing this, and said that if Yan Qingge couldn't ask the truth, he could ask Prince Yan to help the people from Dali Temple come over for trial.

Yan Qingge took out a piece of paper from his sleeve, handed it to the shopkeeper, and said, "I want these books, and the shopkeeper will take them for me to see." ”

The shopkeeper's eyes swept and he said, "Unfortunately, we had these books a few months ago, but they are sold out now." ”

Yan Qingge pinched his palm, told himself to keep calm, and said lightly: "Oh, since you don't have these, do you have any notes on the mountain residence of the crown?" It's a full set, and I'll buy it as long as I have it. ”

Wang Mian is a strange person, his poems are unique at that time, but people are very withdrawn, unwilling to be officials, living in seclusion in the countryside, not telling people about things, like a saw-mouthed gourd, but willing to write down their thoughts.

His mountain residence notes are miscellaneous, scattered and numerous, including not only poems and songs, but also farming tips, food notes, and even articles that ridicule officials and current affairs, and even the psychological activities after being bullied by an old woman in a mountain village.

His set of notes, poems and songs are very popular, and even farming experience and food notes have been copied. But those articles that secretly discuss current affairs and the stinky and long venting works after being bullied are not what anyone wants. With the passage of time, there is no other place to find the complete set of mountain residence notes except for the Yan family library. Even the world thinks that the real mountain residence notes only contain three parts: poems and songs, farming tips, and food notes.

The shopkeeper hesitated for a moment and said, "Well, we have a few mountain notes here, but they seem to be fakes." ”

Yan Qingge endured the excitement in his heart and said, "Take it out and show me the shopkeeper." ”

Yan Xiuyu beat the drum on the side and said, "Take it out quickly, we have money to buy it." ”

The shopkeeper said helplessly: "You wait." ”

After a while, he took out a black wooden box and said, "There are twelve copies here, I'm afraid they are all fakes." Look at it. "At the beginning, the seller sent a complete set of ancient books of mountain residence notes, and the widely circulated ones have been bought, and only these "fakes" have been left unattended.

Yan Qingge took out a copy of it, flipped through it, and saw a familiar title: On the twelfth day of the lunar month, reprimanding the shrews in the mountains.

This is clearly the work of the crown! Yan Qingge had read this set of books in Yan's house before, and he couldn't have been more impressed.

She turned the book to the last page, and sure enough, in the gap between the last page and the book cover, she saw the traces of a page of paper that had been cut off.

Yan Qingge smiled coldly, put the book back in the box, and asked, "I want to ask, where did you get this set of books?" ”

"Well, I don't know, we have books all over the world, how can we write down the sellers one by one." The shopkeeper's kind eyebrows were a little uncomfortable, and he felt a dangerous atmosphere, the three teenagers didn't look like they had come to buy books, but like they had come to find fault.

Yan Xiuyu slapped the table and said loudly: "You lie!" ”

Yan Qingge glanced at the room and said with a smile: "Since the shopkeeper doesn't tell the truth, we can only report to the official!" ”

"What do you mean, Miss?" The shopkeeper asked in surprise.

"Do you want me to ask you that? My library is plagued by rats, and there is not one out of ten books that have been gnawed. But the two books you sold us an hour ago, and the one I'm looking at now, are all books that should have been eaten by rats. Could it be that the shopkeeper has become a goblin? ”

Yan Qingge's sharp question made layers of sweat appear on the shopkeeper's head. These three teenagers have an extraordinary background at a glance, although they don't know their identities, they must be people he can't afford to mess with. He also bought this book for money, so what should he not see?

As soon as the thought in his heart turned, he knelt on the ground, kowtowed, and said, "Three nobles, the old man really doesn't know that there is a problem with the origin of this book. These books have been coming in from the Hai family one after another in the past few months. If someone stole the book, it was also stolen by someone from the Hai family, and the old man didn't know that it was stolen. ”

Yan Qingge immediately said: "Is it the Hai family who opened the Hai family's pharmacy?" ”

"Exactly! Miss Young Master Mingjian, the old man is really innocent. ”

Yan Qingge instantly understood the whole thing.

No wonder Aunt Hai holds the key to the study in her hand, but never arranges for someone to clean it. It's no wonder that Zhenyitang, which has not had a rat infestation for hundreds of years, has been hollowed out by rats under the house in just one year. It turned out that those books had already been stolen by Aunt Hai, and those left in the study were probably all bargains that she temporarily put in for rats.

What a girl who steals beams and changes pillars and is full of interests! This incident did not happen in the previous life, because in the previous life, Aunt Hai successfully straightened up, controlled the Yan family, and collected Yan Qingge's mother's dowry. In this life, she lost her identity as a housemother, and in order to get money, she dared to take such a risky and beat the idea of the strict family library.

Yan Qingge's brain was buzzing, she grabbed the remaining few copies of "Mountain House Notes" in her hand, and said coldly: "I bought the remaining mountain house notes, how much is it?" ”

Where did the shopkeeper dare to ask her for money, and hurriedly said: "These books are old and decayed to the young lady." ”

Yan Qingge grabbed the book and left, went out and ordered the carriage: "Go to Yan's house." ”

Le Xuan and Yan Xiuyu hurriedly followed and got into the carriage.

On the way, Yan Qingge calculated the account, even if the shopkeeper increased the price of these ancient books when they were sold, but the Hai family knew the value of these books from the beginning, and the asking price could not be cheap. By reselling these books, the silver that Aunt Hai held in her arms was at least hundreds of thousands of taels.

With so much silver, even a pig can go to heaven, not to mention that it is the ambitious Aunt Hai's mother and daughter who get them. Yan Qingge would never tolerate them holding this money in their hands.

Chi Ze changed, and she had to ask Aunt Hai to spit out the money immediately.

The carriage stopped at Yan's house, and Yan Qingge went straight to Han Youju, with two small tails behind him, Le Xuan and Yan Xiuyu.

After entering the Hanyouju, Yan Qingge was in a hurry, and only after asking did he know that he was now in the Zhuyu Courtyard.

Yan Qingge didn't like to take Yan Xiuyu and Le Xuan to the courtyard where his aunt lived, and said, "Go and call my father back, and say that I have something important to tell him." After a pause, she added: "Let's just say that the little prince Yan is also there." ”

The next person went to report, and after a while, he came over, followed by Yan Songnian, who was happily swaggering.

Yan Songnian looked amiable and saluted Yan Xiuyu: "I don't know if the little prince Yan has arrived, and he has missed the distance." ”

Yan Xiuyu returned him with a salute, but did not speak.

Le Xuan stepped forward to salute Yan Songnian and said, "Le Xuan visits my uncle." ”

Yan Songnian's face twitched, and he hurriedly said: "No courtesy, no courtesy!" If Le Xuan hadn't taken the initiative to salute him, he wouldn't have known who Le Xuan was, and he almost blurted out who this son was, which would be a shame.

Yan Qingge didn't talk to Yan Songnian, so he directly threw the black box on the table and pushed it to Yan Songnian: "Father, take a look, do you recognize this book." ”

Yan Songnian flipped two pages, shook his head and said: "What kind of bullshit is this, it can't be a mountain house note, Wang Mian is a great talent, and his heart is bright and snowy, how can he write these things." ”

Yan Qingge sneered, knowing that Yan Songnian had never read this set of books, and the library at home was just an ornament for Yan Songnian, otherwise Aunt Hai would not dare to steal books so blatantly.

Le Yi and his wife have a lot of complaints about Yan Songnian, but they never say bad things about Yan Songnian in front of Le Xuan, Le Xuan doesn't know Yan Songnian's straw bag temperament, he can't believe it: "Uncle Yan, this is the collection of the Yan family's library, and they are written by Wang Mian himself." ”

Yan Songnian was stunned, picked up the book and flipped through it again, and said, "Really? He turned to the last page, his face relaxed, and said, "You are mistaken, our Yan family's books are stamped with a private seal on the last page, and there is nothing on the last page." ”

Yan Qingge watched coldly and said, "Father, why don't you see if this last page has been torn off." ”

Yan Songnian picked it up and examined it carefully, and then said, "It's strange, the last page of this book really looks like it was torn off." My Yan family's library is plagued by rats, and all the books in it are destroyed, could it be that who borrowed this book from my Yan family's library in the early years and forgot to return it? Qingge, where did you find these books? ”

Yan Qingge said coldly: "Father, you can go and ask Aunt Hai." ”

"What's the matter with Aunt Hai?" Yan Songnian said unhappily: "Aunt Hai has told me many times that you are very disrespectful to her, and you still love to pour dirty water on her head. I don't care about the previous things, don't climb her this time. ”

Le Xuan couldn't listen to it, and said: "Uncle Yan, these books were sold by Hai's Pharmacy to second-hand bookstores, and they have been selling them for a long time. ”

Yan Songnian's hand shook, and the mountain residence notebook he was holding fell to the ground with a click, he looked at Le Xuan, and said in disbelief: "What did you say?" ”

He couldn't have imagined that Yan Qingge would not come back for many days, and when he appeared, he brought this news.

Yan Qingge looked at him mockingly: "Our Yan family has been collecting books for six hundred years, and there has never been any problem, just for just one year, no one cares, and the house full of books has been bitten like that by rats, hasn't my father ever thought that there is a problem with this matter." Does my father know how expensive these books are in the market? She raised her eyes and looked at the black wooden box in front of Yan Songnian: "It's just such a mountain residence notebook of the crown, which costs thousands of taels of silver." Our Yan family has more than 10,000 books, people often say that there is a golden house in the book, and today I know that this is true, Aunt Hai is now only afraid of being rich and rivaling the country! ”