Shen Jiangtao saw at a glance that this wooden box was an antique, and excused himself again, but the aunt was very firm this time, and she must give this antique wooden box to Shen Jiangtao, and took out some of the books that her husband usually collected in the wooden box, and forced it into Shen Jiangtao's arms.

Shen Jiangtao was very helpless, he really didn't know what to do in the face of such an aunt, take it, this antique is too precious, if you don't accept it, the aunt can't bear it by herself.

When he had nothing to do, Shen Jiangtao inadvertently swept to the top of the stack of books, on which were written the words "Pingyang Autobiography", which did not look like an antique, but was obviously modern paper.

After staring at it for a while, Shen Jiangtao excused himself and said, "Auntie, this way, I'm very interested in this book, I don't want this wooden box, can I give this book to me?" Shen Jiangtao pointed to the book "Pingyang's Autobiography" written by Tang Pingyang.

In fact, Shen Jiangtao was not interested in this book, but he was vaguely sloppy in order to excuse the valuable antique in his arms.

The aunt glanced at Shen Jiangtao, her face showed disbelief, and then she lowered her head and looked at the "Pingyang Autobiography" again, although this book is the only hand-copied autobiography of Tang Pingyang in the country, but compared to this antique, it is too insignificant.

It stands to reason that a car repairer would definitely not be interested in antiques, but Auntie's husband is a well-known car mechanic in the area, so some accident cars were also handed over to him for repair.

There are always some strange things found in the accident car, and there are so many of these things that my aunt's husband is interested in.

When her husband got this "Pingyang Autobiography", he didn't read the content of it, but said that it might be sold for a good price in a few decades, she didn't agree with her husband's collection of books, collecting these things found from the accident car, in her opinion, it was unlucky, and sooner or later it would cause trouble, and now Shen Jiangtao finally spoke, she gave the book to Shen Jiangtao directly without saying a word.

Even so, I still hope that Shen Jiangtao will accept the antique wooden box, and finally under Shen Jiangtao's strong resignation, this difficult middle-aged woman is finally settled.

When I returned home, it was already half past nine in the evening, and I had been sitting in the car for three days in a row, and before I had time to rest, I was pulled by an aunt who didn't know her name from beginning to end to a village that I hadn't heard of to watch a feng shui.

The winter nights are exceptionally quiet, and the residents in this community are almost only two or three households, and the house is even quieter, lying on the sofa, my mind is blank, and all the things that have happened in the past few days have been left behind by Shen Jiangtao thousands of miles away.

He took out the "Pingyang Autobiography" from his arms, and after briefly flipping through a few pages, he was about to throw it on the bed, when suddenly, his eyes suddenly lit up and he sighed.

"Pure manuscript?"

Pure manuscript books like this are almost extinct on the market, and her husband is still an expert collector, although the books themselves are not antiques, but they are also somewhat collectible by virtue of pure handwriting.

What kind of books are worth writing by hand? Curious, Shen Jiangtao turned the page and saw that it read: 1996 AD, 1868~1995.

After pondering for a while, his brows furrowed slightly, and he said to himself suspiciously: "One hundred and twenty-seven years? Even if this person lived for 127 years, he would not be able to write an autobiography by hand, right? ”

For the information written on the first page, anyone with a discerning eye can see that this book was written by Tang Pingyang in 1996, and the events recorded in it are from 1868 to 1995, if it is counted according to Tang Pingyang's own account, then Tang Pingyang will be at least 127 years older by 1995, and if he is still alive now, it is really a normal life expectancy.

At first, Shen Jiangtao did not believe that this autobiography was written by Tang Pingyang himself, and it must have been written by later generations based on his deeds, after all, being able to live for such a long time was completely outside Shen Jiangtao's cognition.

Curious, after Shen Jiangtao read the text, he immediately overturned the speculation just now, because no one can write a story for someone to write a story so realistically.

After reading five pages, Shen Jiangtao's originally blank mind was once again swept into the autobiography of a feng shui master.

It turned out that Tang Pingyang was born in a carpenter's family in Luoyang, Henan, and later died in accidents one after another in his family, resulting in only Tang Pingyang himself being left in the family.

Of course, high wages will naturally be accompanied by high dangers, no way, Tang Pingyang in order to make a living, when he was fourteen years old, he began to go down the coal pit with many adults.

In the first month, Tang Pingyang was a little uncomfortable, but with the long-term fixed mode of work, he gradually adapted to working in the underground.

The underground work was quite boring and boring, and the miners often scared Tang Pingyang for their own fun, saying that there was something unclean here, and he was still young at the time, so he was repeatedly scared by others.

In addition, in addition to these, they also told Tang Pingyang that there should be no open flames underground, and once it appears, the entire mine will explode, and at that time, everyone in the mine will not be able to escape.

At the beginning, Tang Pingyang was indeed frightened by these people, but after him he was very curious, almost every day, he could see a few workers smoking in the mine after being tired, and gradually, he thought that what these adults said was to scare himself, and since then, in his opinion, the credibility of what the absentees said was only 20%.

Until one day, the mine suddenly exploded when the gas encountered an open flame because of a few absenteeism and smoking, and the sound almost spread throughout the entire urban area, and the miners underground were all blown into ashes in an instant, fortunately, Tang Pingyang did not go down that day off duty, and after he saw the explosion, his face suddenly turned pale, especially for him, a fourteen-year-old child, this kind of thing will become a nightmare for his life.

At that time, he felt that smoking in it was not nothing, but that people's luck deceived them, they thought that they could win the Grim Reaper, and the Grim Reaper would pass by them every time, and every time they would take a nap, but they didn't know that the Grim Reaper only needed to win them once, and everything would be over.

In that explosion, all 12 people, including his uncle, were spared.

After that time, the entire coal mine was temporarily sealed, and Tang Pingyang also fell into the streets of the market, if it were not for the uncle who went down the mine with him, it might be impossible for a fourteen-year-old child to survive in this strange city.

In a later job, he was still taken to a coal mine to dig coal, after all, he didn't know anything but to do some coolies to make ends meet.