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Xue Xiang suddenly opened his mind, the little tree eight years ago, is it still a small tree eight years later? I am afraid that the branches and foliage have long been overgrown, and the crooked trunk of the upper part must have been covered by dense branches and branches, and it will feel like a crooked neck when you look at it from a distance. Xue Xiang instructed Kang Tong to look closer to the upper part of the trunk, and sure enough, a few minutes later, Xue Xiang found the crooked neck tree back then. The small tree with thick arms has grown to the thickness of the mouth of the sea bowl, and the lush branches and scattered branches wrap the upper part of the whole tree into a huge ball, and from a distance, the upper half of the tree is like a cloud, and there is still a trace of crooked neck.

The crooked neck tree was not far from Xue Xiang's parking, a distance of about ten meters. Xue Xiang remembered that the box was buried in the northeast of this tree, three or four meters away. Xue Xiang beckoned Kang Tong to follow, and the two waved their shovels to excavate, and the excavated soil exuded a musty smell and earthy smell, and the two of them couldn't hide their noses and continued to dig. After ten minutes of hard work, Kang Tong's shovel dug into something hard, and it was obvious that the shovel touched the box, Xue Xiang hurried over, and the two of them dug together. The box was not buried deep back then, and after so many years, the soil layer on it was only a few points thicker, and soon, the two of them carried the box up.

Xue Xiang used a shovel to peel off the soil on the box, and the scorched place at the bottom of the box was revealed, and the box was still intact, except that the color was a little yellow. The box used by the old professor is obviously not made of ordinary wood, and after being buried in the soil for so many years, there are still no traces of moth-eaten rat bites. Xue Xiang cautiously opened the box, only to see that what was lying inside was still a painting he had seen eight years ago, three books, and two porcelain vases. Neither the books nor the paintings were damaged, because they were not buried deep and were not impregnated by moisture. The vases were not as well preserved as they had been, and one of them had been broken, presumably from the time when he and his companions pushed the box into the pit. Xue Xiang couldn't feel distressed, took out the cloth bag and opened it, and instructed Kang Tong to fill everything in the box, including the broken porcelain pieces. After loading the things, the two of them buried the wooden box in the pit again and recovered it with the soil that had been dug up.

After packing up their things, the two set out on their journey home.

An hour later, Xue Xiang sat in Kang Tong's room stunned, he was so shocked, he couldn't believe that what was in front of him was real. If the contents of the box leak out, it will cause an uproar.

Xue Xiang and Kang Tong arrived at home, and it was only two o'clock in the morning. Xiao Shi must be asleep, and it was obviously inconvenient to go back to his room and check what he had obtained, so Xue Xiang took the things to Kang Tong's room.

Kang Tong was not interested in these antiques and the like, if a few guns were still about the same, he took off his clothes and went to bed, covered his head and slept with his head covered. Xue Xiang carefully put the cloth bag on the desk, untied the tie of the cloth bag, and took out the contents of the bag one by one, leaving only the broken porcelain pieces. Xue Xiang first looked at the three line-bound books, and as soon as he opened the title page of the first book, an envelope fell out of it, the envelope was very thick, and he opened the envelope and opened the stationery. The writing on the letter paper is written with a fountain pen, and the handwriting is a little yellow, but the calligraphy is very skillful. He read it under the lamp, and he was stunned when he read it.

The owner of the letter was the old professor, and the letter was written in the form of a will. In the letter, he gave a detailed account of the identity of the contents of the box, how he got it, and because of the climate at that time, he did not dare and could not hand over these things, plus he really liked these things, and hoped that he would keep them by himself, the donor who had been in his last years, and wait until he was a hundred years later, and the school's funeral committee would hand them over to the state.

Xue Xiang knew from the old professor's letter that he had really dug up a cultural treasure house today. The silk painting is the "Night Banquet of Han Xizai" made by Gu Hongzhong in the Southern Tang Dynasty, which is one of the top ten famous paintings in China, and the Palace Museum only preserves a copy of the Song Dynasty. One of the two porcelain vases is Jun porcelain in the five famous kilns, and the other is the azure glazed porcelain from the legendary firewood kiln. Jun porcelain has been extremely precious, known as "the family has a thousand, not as good as a piece of Jun porcelain" reputation, and the porcelain of the firewood kiln is limited to the legend, and there is no one handed down, the world only from the description of the ancients in the book to know the characteristics of the firewood kiln porcelain "blue as the sky, bright as a mirror, thin as paper, sound like chime". Xue Xiang is a literary enthusiast, but he doesn't know how to distinguish porcelain, but he only knows the characteristics of these things from the old professor's heart. He knew the preciousness of the firewood kiln, and hurriedly looked at the double-flower ear bottle on the table, only to see that the bottle was as thin as paper, gently tapped, and a pleasant sound came, which was in line with the characteristics of the firewood kiln porcelain.

The above three national treasures, Chinese treasures, are not the reason why Xue Xiang was stunned, although these things are almost legends, but they are not as shocking as the three books brought to Xue Xiang.

Those three books are actually the complete version of Cao Xueqin's manuscript "Dream of Red Mansions!!

Although Xue Xiang is not a fan of popularity, he also knows how sensational these three books will be if they are really the complete version of Cao Gong's manuscript "Dream of Red Mansions", even if it is now the first batch of old things, it will still cause a sensation in the cultural world. Of course, Xue Xiang was not so stupid, he went to hit the muzzle, he was just curious, didn't Cao Gong finish writing the last forty times? How can there be a manuscript after forty times. The old professor's letter only said that the book was obtained from Da Nei, or during the Gengzi Incident, his father purchased it from an old eunuch, and it was the manuscript revised by Cao Gong for the fourth time. Xue Xiang thought that in later generations, there was also Cao Gong's saying that "five times of addition and deletion, ten years of reading", if it is not finished, can it be added, deleted, and modified? He didn't bother to guess whether it was true or not, and he couldn't wait to see how the last forty chapters of the three books were written.

Xue Xiang took out one of them and looked at it carefully, the whole book was wrapped in a blue hard shell, opened the blue hard shell, the first page was the title page of the manuscript, the title page was only written with a stone note in regular script, open the page, only to see that the page was covered by a layer of transparent thin skin, through the thin skin can clearly see the handwriting on the book, the whole book is arranged vertically, from the handwriting is obviously a handwritten rather than an engraving, the font is skinny, and the force penetrates the back of the paper, as if to write the dissatisfaction and grief in the chest. After Xue Xiang finished appreciating the calligraphy, he looked at the content of the book, and saw that the head of the row read, "The forty-first round, the tea and plum blossom snow of Cui'an, and the mother locust was encountered". It turned out that Xue Xiang was holding the second book, and he opened the other two books and found the third book before starting to read. This reading was read to Dongfang Bai, and it was not until the big raised by Grandma Wang in the compound crowed when it opened that Xue Xiang was pulled back from the book.

Xue Xiang raised his watch, it was already six and ten o'clock. Xue Xiang was full of emotion and indignation at this time, and he was already convinced that these three books must be Cao Gong's manuscripts. Baoyu in the book did not take the imperial examination, and Jiafu was not revived, and it was a complete tragedy to the end, but the style and pen power are in the same vein as the first eighty chapters. Even if these cannot be fully proved to be created by Cao Gong, the biggest evidence is that the poems in the last forty chapters are delicate and touching, poignant, and there are many good sentences and chapters that are enough to be handed down to the world, and these good sentences and chapters have not been seen by the predecessors and future generations, which is enough to prove that this is the original manuscript created by Cao Gong.

Xue Xiang sighed, but also had to praise his luck. Wherever these treasures are placed, they are enough to shock the world, but they are taken by themselves. Xue Xiang didn't plan to hand it over now, he didn't even think about handing it over, the treasure was inhabited by the virtuous and the destined, and he naturally classified himself as the first-class virtuous in his heart. What's more, he knows what kind of virtue the Zijin Museum in later generations is, not to mention that it will be eye-catching and collect fakes, and what is even more hateful is that the museum staff will actually steal the cultural relics in the museum and resell them. He didn't feel comfortable handing over these treasures to those people.

Xue Xiang took a clean towel and carefully wiped the bottle of the firewood kiln porcelain, and after wiping it clean, he found a cardboard box with a thick cotton sleeve in it, and carefully put the porcelain bottle in. After Xue Xiang put the porcelain vase, he found a clean sheet, wrapped the silk painting in a sheet, and put it in a cardboard box.

Xue Xiang carefully hugged the cardboard box, took the three books and the cloth bag containing the fragments of Jun porcelain, and went back to his room. He gently pushed the door open with his foot, and when he entered, he hooked the door with his foot again, and there was no sound. He tucked the cardboard box under the bed, and the three books were pressed into the bottom of the desk drawer. The cloth bag containing Jun porcelain was carefully placed behind the door by him, for fear that the force would be too big and the fragments would become more broken, and the starting capital of the antique could all depend on it.

After placing these treasures, Xue Xiang went out to the Red Star Canteen to buy five catties of meat buns, three catties of fritters and a small bucket of soy milk. Last time, I bought three catties of buns, and I didn't eat enough for two catties of fritters, and this time there was one more Kangtong, so the amount had to be increased. It's already 6:40 when I buy it back, Xiaowan and Xiaoyi's room has already moved, and Xiao Shi in his room seems to be sleeping soundly. Xue Xiang went back to the room to wake up the little guy, the little guy writhed on the bed, humming in his mouth and refusing to get up, Xue Xiang coaxed for a while to no avail. He turned around and walked out of the room, and after a while, he turned back again, and there was a big meat bun in his hand, so he walked and ate, eating with a mouth full of oil, and said to the little guy vaguely: "They are all eating, there are not many buns I bought today, I heard that the little baby loves to sleep, and does not eat big meat buns, they are happy." ”

The little guy saw Xue Xiang eating buns, and the smell of meat wafted into his little nose from afar, and he had long lost his sleepiness. Hearing Xue Xiang say this at this time, he immediately became anxious, and shouted for Xue Xiang to hurry to his sister's room and help her bring her clothes and shoes. The little guy looked nervous, for fear that he would be late and would not have anything to eat. Xue Xiang helped her bring the clothes, and the little guy asked Xue Xiang to put the top one on her, and she wore the bottom one herself, saying that it was faster to wear it this way. Xue Xiang had no choice but to do what she instructed, who called someone a hegemonic country, holding a nuclear weapon - Jin Dou'er. Who knows, the two of them are slower to get dressed together, when Xue Xiang lifted her arm, the little guy was lifting his feet to put on his pants, but his body was uncoordinated and he almost collapsed on the bed, and the little guy immediately deflated his mouth and was about to shoot a nuclear bomb.

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