As soon as Qian Mai's words fell, before Ji Qingling could reply, Xie Lao on the side waved his hand again and again, and said, "This matter is not appropriate!" ”

"I'm a bookstore, not a academy, two little boys came here to pawn books, you left the book, if there is any damage, how to make compensation?" Xie Lao Su rejected Mr. Qian's request, and was about to continue, but he heard Ji Qingling interject.

"Mr. Xie, our two brothers have no objection." She smiled and said, "Mr. Houzhai Wende is well known to everyone, and his name is enough to vouch for it, and besides, this book is much more valuable in the hands of a great Confucian like him than in our hands." After finishing speaking, he turned to Qian Mai and said, "Sir, these four books are temporarily sent to you, if you have any questions, you can call me and my brother to the house at any time." ”

As soon as Ji Qingling said these simple words, several people present were stunned.

Her face is immature, and there is even a childlike voice in her voice, and her tone is childish and childish, but the content is detailed and decent.

The more children shoot the sycophants, the easier it is to be believed.

Mr. Qian was covered by her bright high hats, and the smile on his face couldn't be hidden, he touched his beard and said, "I'll write a deed to your two brothers......

The implication is that he has put aside the bookstore and Mr. Xie and started to deal with the two of them.

Ji Qingling interrupted: "Mr. Houzhai, my husband is full of words, I have already said it, you don't need any deed, if you are interested, just stay by your side and appreciate it, and then come to us after you study it thoroughly." She looked at Gu Yanzhang and winked.

She put on the face of a child, and said what the big husband said in a matter-of-fact manner, which immediately made the two old men laugh.

Gu Yanzhang took advantage of the situation to stand up and said: "Sir, let's leave the book first, my brother and I are temporarily living in Yi Lane in the north of the city, if there is anything, I will order someone to come to find us." ”

After speaking, he and Ji Qingling said goodbye and left.

As soon as they stepped out of the door of the bookstore, Mr. Xie hurriedly walked to the table of the Eight Immortals, and while flipping through the books, he asked Qian Mai and asked, "What's wrong with these books?" ”

Qian Mai frowned, and said: "I'm not sure for a while, I have to study the content carefully to know, but at present, I have six or seven points of certainty, this is the original work......"

Mr. Xie gasped.

Wang Yinglin has written many books, but most of them are copies left by literati in private. For a variety of reasons, few of the original manuscripts have survived, resulting in a mixed and difficult to distinguish versions on the market today.

If this is the original......

This joke is a big deal!

He swallowed and said, "What do you say?" There are many fake books in the world, old money, you are not such a rash person, what's wrong today? ”

Qian Mai has been studying for decades, and he admires Wang Yinglin, and he thinks that no one can better understand his people and his work, but at this time, he was actually questioned, and his face immediately showed a little dissatisfaction.

In the end, it was his old friend for many years, and it was not good to let the other party not get off the stage in person, he sneered, gently took a book out, turned it to the back, pointed to an ink mark on the paper and said, "Look at this." ”

Mr. Xie followed his direction, looked at the ink mark the size of a fingernail in the upper right corner of the back of the book, and asked puzzledly, "Ink stains?" What does this mean? ”

Qian Mai shook his head and said, "This is not an ordinary ink stain. ”

He pointed to the small ink mark and said: "When I was working in the Zhaowen Pavilion, I saw Feng Manxuan's daily notes in the library pavilion, which mentioned that he went to Wang Yinglin's mansion as a guest, and saw that the other party's youngest son was copying Mr. Yinglin's previous articles, which have been collected into two volumes and named "Records of Sleepy Learning". Feng Manxuan saw the evening from the daytime, and only saw the beginning of the second volume, so he took the second volume home to take a closer look, but who knew that the scholar at home inadvertently dripped a drop of ink stain on the back of the book......"

"Feng Manxuan and Mr. Ying Lin went out of the same school, he later participated in the rebellion of King Cai, the nine clans were punished, all the writings were confiscated and burned, and I don't know how that volume of notes became a fish that slipped through the net, after I read it, I made a registration and let the pawn destroy the ......"

"Feng Manxuan's own literary talent is not very surprising, after the rebellion, everyone is afraid to avoid it, this small note, there should not be many people to see, he was born rich, life is poor and luxurious, whether it is pen, ink, paper and inkstone on weekdays, it is said that the ink he uses is Yanzhou Yanmo, on the contrary, Mr. Yinglin has always been simple, and he is not particular about pen and ink......"

Hearing this, Xie Lao couldn't wait to pick up the scroll and look for an angle towards the sun.

The orientation of the bookstore was good, the lighting was better, and it was easy to identify, and the ink on the size of the nails was black with a green tinge.

He leaned in and sniffed it, a faint smell of pine.

"It's really Yanmo!"

Xie Lao was surprised and delighted.

Unlike the ink in other places, Yan Mo is very easy to recognize, not only with a pine fragrance, but also as long as it is written on paper, after two or three years, it will change from pure black to black with a dark green color.

Although this detail increased the possibility that these books were originals, Xie Lao was even more puzzled, and he couldn't help asking, "Strange, isn't this Mr. Ying Lin's original work already lost?" When he went from the capital to Guangnan to take office, Pennsylvania was in turmoil, causing the entire Guangnan West Road to turn over on their backs, and almost all the books and works he brought with him were scattered......"

Qian Mai shook his head and said, "That's just a rumor from the world." If you think about it, Mr. Ying Lin went all the way south, according to what was stated at the time, when he was in Huzhou, Guangnan West Road was already in chaos, and he had to go to work on time because of the emperor's order, but as long as he was not a fool, he would not carry all his luggage with him. He asked, "What would happen to you if that were the case?" ”

Mr. Xie blurted out and replied, "Naturally, I temporarily store my valuables at a friend's place halfway." ”

As soon as he said this, he suddenly realized it, and said: "Just now, that little child said that this was his mother's dowry, his mother's surname was Hong, and the people of Jingzhou ......."

He suddenly slapped his hands and said in a lost voice: "Isn't Mo the descendant of Hong Zheng?!" But how did he marry in Yanzhou? The more he spoke, the more he felt that something was wrong, "But if Hong Zheng received Mr. Yinglin's book, why didn't he take it out later?" ”

Qian Mai said: "At that time, the party was fighting so fiercely, and it was almost about to cause a literary prison, where did Hong Zheng dare to speak out...... I've heard Hideo say that his great-grandfather almost returned to his hometown with his wife and children to farm. Let's press these books for the time being, let me take these books back to the academy and find a few good students to study them. I just took a cursory glance, and many of them have never been seen on the market, and if this book is true, its value is immeasurable! ”

After he said this, he hurriedly shouted to the outside world: "Someone! ”

Xie Zhangshi had been waiting outside the door, and quickly walked in at this time.

"Go find a few boxes, how can such a valuable thing be packed in a rag?! It's nonsense! ”

Qian Mai hurriedly carried the scroll away, while Mr. Xie sat on the chair, touched his beard, and thought for a while.