Zhou Shuming's brows furrowed tightly, the so-called gold of troubled times and antiques of prosperous times. In 1927, just 16 years after the Xinhai Revolution, the bones of the scholars who used to sell goods to the emperor's family were still cold, and today, a gun and a bag of rice are more real than a book. There are even unscrupulous descendants who sell it for waste paper.

The twelve books in front of him, Zhou Shuming only spent 4,000 oceans, and they were taken out of the library of the old Zhou family, 40 years ago, even if he was an old master, he would definitely be willing to spend a thousand stones of rice in exchange, thinking of this, Zhou Shuming took a sip of tea, raised his eyebrows and said to Huang Xuan: "If Huang Gongzi is not satisfied, you can find some more, but please keep the grain in the warehouse for a few more days." ”

"Just one day." Huang Xuan proudly stretched out a finger and said: "I have limited time, I can't wait for so many days, he said and pointed to the last box and said: "These two Spring and Autumn classics of the Song Dynasty, you can also bring them back, so, plus the book written by Emperor Laoshizi, a total of 6 copies, you can go to the treasury to pick up 900 stone grain, or 1500 silver dollars each." No problem, right? ”

Huang Xuan's price is calculated according to 12 yuan per stone, and in the market, the price of brown rice per stone has risen to 18 yuan, Zhou Shuming is naturally willing to ask for food, the corners of his mouth buzzed, and then closed, only those who have grain have the right to speak, he understands in his heart, and he said goodbye: "In this case, the old man will transport the grain back first, and Huang Gongzi will wait for the good news." ”

In a few words, he talked about the old man again, Huang Xuan sneered, gathered the books in several boxes, and walked out of the door first.

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There is an idiot boy from the capital, the news of the acquisition of rare books at ten times the market price spread from Pengpu at the speed of plane travel, and in an instant spread throughout the entire Jiaxing Prefecture, Haiyan, Pinghu, Haining counties can be described as China's library, in this turbulent era, such news has been deliberately amplified by countless people.

"You know what? I heard that the price of books is going to rise, and those with ancient books are going to be developed! ”

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"It is said that the national government is going to build a library, which is the kind of foreigners, and the money spent to buy books can buy hundreds of thousands of guns."

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"It seems that foreigners want to buy antiques from China, and my fellow villagers said that they have seen several boats."

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Huang Xuan can only stay for 3 days, starting from the afternoon, there are people who come to see Huang Xuan one after another, only Jiang Yisheng is by his side, he can't stop this crowd at all, and he has to find the help of the shopkeeper Zhu, on the other hand, although there are a lot of people who come, but most of them want to try their luck, and there is even no lack of wild ways to make a fortune, the Zhu family is worried that something will happen, and wants to invite Huang Xuan into the city, but he refuses, so he met people for six or seven hours, and finally sent out all the food and half of the money.

In the end, the owners of several shops still had strong financial resources, and they didn't know where they found so many rare books, Huang Xuan himself had already picked out his eyes, so he could only mechanically obey Lorraine's valuation, and with great difficulty, he selected 5 more copies, and there were only more than 100 oceans left in his hand.

There was a rustle of cleaning in the open warehouse, and Huang Xuan glanced at Jiang Yisheng again, this taciturn middle-aged man was still wearing a shabby blue cloth shirt with careful patches on the cuffs.

The book has arrived, Huang Xuan is ready to go home, and when it is time to leave, he suddenly regrets that he has not been able to take a good look at this magical era, but he doesn't know if there will be a chance in the future, Lorraine's teleportation function is too backward, and it is impossible to deliberately come again.

"Uncle." Huang Xuan packed up the last silver dollar, and carefully wrapped the book in yellow satin, and then said to Jiang Yisheng with plastic surgery: "I've troubled you for the past two days, I'm really sorry." ”

Jiang Yisheng rubbed his hands at a loss, and whispered: "Huang Gongzi is polite......"

"It's all said, don't call me Huang Gongzi." In the past two days, the businessmen with heads and faces in the town have come to see Huang Xuan, Jiang Yisheng was also a little in awe of him, and began to call him Huang Gongzi with everyone, Huang Xuan was silent at first, and now he is leaving, he shook his head and said: "Uncle Jiang, I am leaving tonight, there are still some silver dollars left, even if it is the reward for these two days."

Jiang Yisheng's excited hand didn't know where to put it, and he said promisedly: "How good is this, how good is this." ”

"That's it, thank you Mr. Jiang on my behalf." Huang Xuan walked out of the room as he spoke, and when Jiang Yisheng wanted to thank him and chased him out, he only saw a flash of white light.

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Huang Xuan returned directly to the gazebo in the backyard, naked, only the yellow silk cloth on his hand could be wrapped, he looked around with nostalgia, and said dissatisfiedly: "Lorraine, you don't have to save so much, don't you even send me clothes?" ”

"A lot of energy has been consumed in order to keep the time you can leave P112 within 24 hours, and the consumption must be controlled to ensure the normal operation of the base."

Lorraine's bland words as always made Huang Xuan feel kind, if he could have one more fig leaf on his body, he would definitely thank Lorraine. But facts are facts, Huang Xuan looked at the sky outside, it should be dawn, he looked at the 11 books in his hand again, and finally made a decision.

In order to preserve the cultural heritage of humanity, he decided to wrap the books in silk and go out naked......

In fact, it is not too far from the gazebo to the bedroom, Huang Xuan comforted himself like this.

"Remember to refuel." Lorraine left a cold sentence and disappeared into the void, only Huang Xuan himself, a person who turned on a computer and a mobile phone, desperately determined the era he was in, so as not to be sent into an unknown plane by an unscrupulous machine. It is said that there is such a thing in history, well, according to Lorraine, what an honest child.

The courtyard is quiet, only the kitchen in the annex is still lit, it should be the chef making breakfast, so it is not yet the time for his parents to go to work, Huang Xuan quietly closed it, and turned out a box that was attached to the book he used to buy, and put the ancient books worth tens of millions in his hand one by one, and put the yellow satin cushion between each book, and finally took out the top volume of the "Northern Song Dynasty Protective Document", wrapped it in a pillow towel, and put it in a separate box.

After doing this, before dawn, Huang Xuan yawned, climbed two steps, and slept comfortably on the bed, for the past two days, he slept in the concierge of the warehouse every day, not to mention the stone-like bedboard, even the smell can make people sober......