The middle-aged woman's words were very harsh, and she almost directly scolded Zhou Yucheng for being a liar.

Zhou Yucheng sighed inwardly, but said with a smile on his face: "I am indeed a little hasty, mainly because I am worried about the old lady's condition. ”

"Well, the day after tomorrow, Professor Liu Zhenxin from the Capital Concord will bring her team to Quancheng for a meeting, and she can bring my mother for a consultation by the way."

"It turned out to be Professor Liu, then it must be no problem, the old lady will definitely recover soon."

Zhou Yucheng said a few more good words and couldn't wait to leave, and when he left, he secretly scolded himself for being confused.

Why did you believe that kid's nonsense?

It's ugly for no reason.

Thinking of this, he even wanted to call and scold Han Jingyang.

But after taking out his mobile phone, he directly deleted Han Jingyang's mobile phone number.

Such a little liar is not worth wasting his tongue.

Teacher-student relationship?

Sorry, that's not familiar.

……

Yoshikosai.

Han Jingyang was still eagerly waiting for Zhou Yucheng's reply.

But until half past five in the afternoon, there was no news.

He was going to make a phone call to ask what the situation was, but he thought of the words "the doctor doesn't knock on the door and doesn't send hexagrams", so he resisted the urge to call, packed up the shop and prepared to close for work.

But as soon as it was cleaned up, someone pushed the door in: "Boss, do you want to collect ancient books?" ”

"What kind?"

"I don't understand, you see, but it must be an old object, found from the beams of the renovated old house."

The man was in his forties, dark-skinned, dressed in a camouflage uniform with mud dots, looking like a worker who had just left work, carrying a large bulging school bag.

Standard migrant worker suit.

Han Jingyang wanted to refuse, but thinking of the "Wealth Gain" skill that had not been realized so far, he pointed to the coffee table: "Put it here, I'll take a look." ”

"Okay," the man put his bag on the coffee table and pulled out more than a dozen ancient books from it.

Good guy, it's a crime to pretend to be an ancient book like this.

Fortunately, the age of this book is not very long.

Han Jingyang scolded twice, reached out and picked up a copy and glanced at it.

It is indeed an ancient book.

Ancient books are not easy to fake, because the state of natural weathering or water, fire, insects and ants is very difficult to imitate.

Moreover, there are many albums of ancient books, and the cost is extremely high, but the price of ancient books is not very high, so the counterfeiting of ancient books is a project with high cost and high risk but low return.

If you have the ability to make old ancient books, wouldn't it be more cost-effective to make old calligraphy and paintings?

Of course, there are also some inferior old books circulating in the market, but that kind of thing can only deceive the layman who doesn't know anything, and he won't be fooled if he understands a little.

Han Jingyang graduated from archaeology, so he naturally won't look away.

That's not the point, though.

The key is that the moment he got this ancient book, the identification technique directly gave an identifiable hint.

It's kind of interesting.

Can this ancient book also be used as a feng shui prop?

Han Jingyang put on gloves, carefully picked up the pages of the book with a toothpick, flipped through the pages, and said to the camouflage uniform after a brief identification: "This book is no problem, how much are you going to sell it?" ”

"You look at it."

"This is a set of late Qing Dynasty a "Analects" printed by Moxiangtang, a total of sixteen volumes, not complete, and the paper used is not good, it is the most inferior bamboo paper, you see that the bamboo fiber is not broken, the printing level is average, and the quality is not good, so I can only give you one thousand two."

This is the standard market price.

No, there's no market for this kind of stuff at all, because almost no one buys it.

Such a pile of ancient books with very average printing quality and nothing special in content may not be sold in this market for a hundred years.

One thousand two is just a symbolic market price.

It's like a song written by some people, the price is five dollars in the software, but no one pays for it.

A truth.

The camouflage uniform agreed without thinking about it, and even had a little impatient expression: "Okay, one thousand two is one thousand two, give the money." ”

When I got the money, I turned around and left, and I didn't even want my school bag.

The camouflage uniform is so anxious because I have asked several antique shops, some don't want it directly, some only give three or five hundred, and Han Jingyang gives one thousand and two is the highest price.

If you don't sell at this time, when will you wait?

Han Jingyang was equally excited.

Put your hand on a pile of books.

"Ding: Found an identifiable prop, is it identified?"

"Yes/No."

"Yes."

"Name: Sixteen volumes of the Analects printed on bamboo paper in the year of Guangxu."

"Grade: Seven grades."

"Attribute: Persuasion +2."

"Skill: Learn from the past."

it!

Skilled again?

Blood-earned, this wave.

One thousand two buy a skill back, isn't it blood to earn something?

Although it is not a miracle technique that can cure diseases and save lives, it looks good.

Reviewing the past and learning the new is useful for learning at a glance.

Well, I'll go back to my sister's bedroom and see how strong this skill really is.

His sister is in her first year of high school, and her grades are not good or bad, and she needs such skills.

If useful, his reach will be greatly expanded.

Medical care and education, these are two super big cakes, as long as you nibble on an insignificant piece from the top, it is enough for his family to eat for several lifetimes.

Han Jingyang was overjoyed, packed this large bag of ancient books and was about to go home.

But as soon as she went out, Liu Jing called: "Boss, are you off work?" ”

"Just locked the door, what's wrong?"

"Where's the fan?"

"In the store."

"I've got the money, boss, hehe, why don't you drop by and send the fan over?"

"With an employee like you supporting the boss?"

"Boss, we don't need to talk about this relationship, right?"

"You can tell me clearly what the relationship is."

"You're my grandmother's savior."

"......" Han Jingyang sighed: "Wait at home." ”

Liu Jing's house is half-smooth in the direction he is going home, and he only needs to make a small turn, and he will not delay for long.

When he arrived, Liu Jing's family was there, and even the old lady was half-lying on the bed, staring at the boss with small eyes: "I didn't see it clearly that day, hey, it's really handsome, it's a blessing to be quiet......"

Good guy, remember that he was Liu Jing's object.

The memory is really good.

It also proves that the skill of "prolonging life" is indeed very strong.

In this way, he can also accept Liu Jing's 300,000 yuan with peace of mind.

Thinking so, he smiled and said a few words to the old lady, then took out the fan, took the fan and compared it at the head of the bed in the bedroom for a while, found the position with the highest utilization rate of white light, made a mark, and then said to Liu Jing: "Make a mirror frame tomorrow and inlay it on the wall, which is convenient to save and looks good, but the location can't be biased at all, remember?" ”

Liu Jing nodded vigorously.

Liu Jing's parents also nodded.

The old lady closed her eyes, and nodded slightly after a while: "Child, you are really a capable person, and you forcibly pulled me back from the ghost gate." ”

Han Jingyang sat next to the old lady, took the old lady's hand and asked in a harmonious voice: "Grandma, I am not good at learning and I am not sure, can you tell me what it feels like?" ”