On May 16th, the village was quiet and peaceful, Jiang Shiguang sat on the threshold of his house smoking a hookah, cooing, since April, the town has not been quiet, from time to time there are soldiers from other towns passing by the town, and even arresting people, he thought that he could avoid it, so he went back to the village, there is the Jiang family's property, he lives in the third son's house, and has a daughter-in-law to serve, but also comfortable.

The son went to work in the field, and the daughter-in-law was busy sitting at dinner, the year was getting worse and worse, and the number of people who opened their mouths gradually increased, and the officials in the town and even the government would send people to collect grain, sometimes the town had collected grain, and the government had to levy a copy, plus bandits, passing troops, as long as there was a gun, it was the master, and recently I heard that the government was arresting the communists, and killed many people, I just hope that their defeated soldiers will not pass by the town.

Jiang Shiguang was thinking wildly, the hookah smoked louder, and he was thinking about when to go back to the town, when a group of children quarreled in the distance.

The old man stood up suddenly, put the hookah on the ground, and said: "These little hundred operas, how good the weather is, they don't go to school, and they are still frolicking there, don't you take the test for fame, and you won't study?" So saying, he stepped forward, as if to admonish him.

Jiaxing has a style of reading in the past dynasties, the Ming and Qing dynasties have a total of 27 people in Weike (champion, Bangyan, Tanhua, Chuanlu), Jiang Shiguang also read a private school when he was young, that was built with money from the clan, but unfortunately he was not favored by the teacher, and finally did not read, now although he is old, but he is not used to the trick of not reading, he holds a hookah in one hand, lifts up his robe with one hand, and walks to the entrance of the village after two strokes.

Huang Xuan was surrounded by a group of children at the moment, if he was a trained plane traveler, there were countless ways to deal with such a situation, but Huang Xuan didn't know this, and he couldn't move in embarrassment.

Because Lorraine discarded all the zippers on his body in P112 in order to save energy, the current Huang Xuan, not only dressed strangely, but also made his clothes into sheets, like a beggar, and his pants were even opened in the middle, and a group of children laughed when they saw such a scene, and they surrounded him when they came and went.

At this time, it was the time to go to the field, although it was not a busy farm, there were not many people in the village, and the villagers who occasionally came out couldn't control these many children, most of them gathered there to watch Huang Xuan's jokes, until Jiang Shiguang arrived, and a group of boys dispersed in a hurry.

Jiang Shiguang looked at Huang Xuan with a scrutinizing gaze, he was a fair-skinned offspring, the nails on his hands were cleaned up, and he was not a cocoon of constant labor, although the clothes on his body were tattered, but in addition to the dust and slight stains, he was also cleaned up, and the material of the clothes seemed to be somewhat similar to the foreigner shops in the county. Although his expression was a little unnatural, he was more angry than his peers in the village. Old man Jiang is not a person who has seen big scenes, but in his opinion, this kind of look full of hope rarely appears on the mud legs.

Thinking like this, Jiang Shiguang made a half-gesture, and said with respect: "This gentleman, but he was bandits?" Don't have a family around? ”

Although the Xinhai Revolution has been over for more than ten years, but from the beginning to the end of the Republic of China, the problem of bandits has not been solved, and the lives of the villagers are inextricably linked with the bandits.

After a group of wild children ran away, Huang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, and when he saw someone asking, he also learned to behave, and said, "I am separated from my family, and I want to find a shop to live in, but I don't know where it is?" ”

"It's not a big road." Jiang Shiguang handed the hookah to his left hand, walked over and said, "If you want to stay, just live in my house, there are still empty houses." ”

Huang Xuan didn't shirk where he had money to live in the hotel, and replied with a smile: "That's troublesome for you." ”

"Nothing trouble." Jiang Shiguang led the way and said: "The countryside is a big place, and who doesn't have an inconvenient time." ”

From childhood to adulthood, Huang Xuan has participated in such conversations, and he is extremely proficient, although the times are different, and the polite words have gradually changed, but the central meaning is nothing more than nonsense, and Huang Xuan has relaxed when dealing with one or two. To the old man of the Jiang family, this is more like a rich child from other places, who is not familiar with the customs and habits of the place, but he is still knowledgeable, and this four-character comment is enough to live for free in Jiaxing.

The main house in the center of the village is built with blue bricks, the tiles are at least two palms wide, stretching out from the front of the vermilion gate, the main gate of the main gate has "Haichang Jiang's Bingshe", the stone forehead and the stone carving couplet "Wancang Mountain connects the north of Hubei, and the Yixiu Peak is in the west of the stream".

The handwriting is excellent, better than many literati Huang Xuan saw in his grandfather, Huang Xuan's heart moved, and his lips moved slightly: "Can you check this?" ”

"No problem." Without the interference of a base of the same level, Lorraine could hear everything he wanted to hear, and he replied as he said, "Searching for information requires a network connection, which is too wasteful of energy." ”

"I'll connect you when I get back." Huang Xuan followed Jiang Shiguang and comforted him.

Seeing that Huang Xuan noticed the ancestral house, Jiang Shiguang slowed down and said: "In the past ten years, the Jiang family's collection of books was all kept here, and in order to transport these paintings and calligraphy, there were dozens of ships. As he spoke, he cocked his chin.

Jiaxing is known as the style of book collection, about began in the Southern Song Dynasty and flourished in the Ming and Qing dynasties, although since Xianfeng has declined, but in the consciousness of the villagers, the cultivation and reading of heirlooms and series of books almost have an inevitable connection, the so-called large family is indispensable to a library building, and the Jiang family, is in line with these many elements of a family.

Huang Xuan satisfied Jiang Shiguang's vanity with a slightly surprised but reserved smile, and at this time, the news of Lorraine also came: "This building should be the Xijian Thatched Cottage, where Jiang's Jiang Guangyan library is, according to the standard history, it stored all the books here about 10 years ago, and then it should be moved back to Yanfen Thatched Cottage." ”

"Are those books worth the money?" Huang Xuan looked at the antique mansions around him, a little fascinated, and if he wanted to continue to shuttle through the plane, he needed funds to buy energy.

Lorraine paused slightly, as if looking for information, and then said: "According to the information, there should be 100,000 volumes, but according to standard history, these books will be donated to the Chinese government in the 50s." ”

"Isn't that a goof?"

"No, although rare books are rare, they are not unique, even if they are unique, it is impossible to guarantee that they are really the only ones in the world, but the master of the Jiang family cherishes books, and I am afraid it will take a lot of trouble to buy these books." Lorraine's speech became more and more human, and his words became more and more accurate, but Huang Xuan still put his mind on those books, and said with some frustration: "I originally wanted to transport some books back." ”

The so-called readers love books, and poor scholars like to copy down books, aiming for 10,000 books. And the requirements of rich readers are even higher, not only asking for content, but also hoping to get some unique books in the sea, rare rare books, so since the Song Dynasty, the price of valuable books is getting higher and higher, as far as Huang Xuan knows, his father hid more than ten old books in the study is worth millions, and the old man at home is even more exaggerated, once took a painting of Zhang Daqian for a small Song carved book, and shouted that he had earned it, thinking of this, Huang Xuan's heart itched again.

Seeing that Jiang Shiguang was still intoxicated with the vanity just now, Huang Xuan whispered to Luo Lin: "Then you say, no one sells books around here?" ”

"The information is insufficient, but according to the analysis, since Xianfeng, the Jiaxing library has been dilapidated, as long as there are enough funds, it should be able to acquire a lot of books. But there are still some problems. ”

"What's the problem?"

"Although books are fragile and dimensional travel does not consider their means of preservation, the energy consumed by books is still far greater than that of food, and with the current energy reserves, it is recommended that the total weight of books should not exceed 5 kilograms."

Huang Xuan pursed his lips and bought books to discuss catties, that is, Comrade Lorraine, the guardian, knew everything he wanted to know, so he focused on Old Man Jiang, and wanted to take this opportunity to ask for more information.