A few days later, Yang Tho Baa City.

Since the founding of Duan Siping, Dali has been stable and peaceful in the country, although Duan Siping's son Duan Siying was usurped by his uncle Duan Siliang, but the people still live and work in peace and contentment, and have not been affected much.

When Murong Yunyao first came to Dali, she saw that the customs and customs here were very different from those of the Central Plains, and she couldn't help but feel fresh when she saw everything. She wanted to visit the places of interest in Dali for a while, but she touched the empty money bag in her sleeve and sighed, "Alas, it would be nice if I could pick up some more silver......

She was thinking about it when she saw a group of men wearing white cardigans with white buns and white cardigans approaching. These men were talking and laughing to themselves, but when they passed by Murong Yunyao, they seemed to be attracted by her beauty, their steps slowed down slightly, smiled at her and nodded, and then walked away.

Murong Yunyao didn't care about the gazes of several people, and walked forward quickly. But she had only walked a few steps when she suddenly tripped over something hard under her feet. She just thought it was a stone and kicked it away, but she felt that this thing was quite heavy, and it didn't seem to be an ordinary pebble, so she couldn't help but look down.

She was surprised to find that what she kicked out was actually a piece of silver, and then she bent down to pick it up and checked it in her hand, and found that the ingot of silver was fifteen or sixteen taels. She hurriedly shouted at the backs of the men, "Hey, your money has dropped!" ”

The group of men didn't look back, I don't know if they didn't hear Murong Yunyao's words clearly, or if they couldn't understand Chinese at all. Murong Yunyao wanted to catch up, but the group of men had already disappeared into the alley.

Murong Yunyao cushioned the heavy silver in his hand and laughed, "Hahaha, this girl has been really lucky these days!" When someone is in danger, someone comes to save me, and if I don't have money to spend, I can pick up silver anywhere, is there a god who is secretly helping me? She thought as she subconsciously walked to the east.

Murong Yunyao felt fresh when she saw everything, and she was a little tired from shopping, so she stood in front of a shop and wanted to rest. Behind her was a bookstore, and a gray-haired, handsome-looking man was sitting behind the counter playing with a bracelet.

Murong Yunyao looked at this person, slightly stunned, and then walked over with a smile, "It's a long way, and it's fateful to meet each other." Uncle, we are really destined! A few days ago, I saw you in a hurry in the barren mountains, and I thought I would never see each other again, but I didn't expect you and me to meet again in Dali! ”

The man raised his head when he heard this, and said with a slight smile: "You and I are indeed destined." I wonder what books the girl wants to buy when she patronizes the shop? ”

Murong Yunyao had no intention of buying books, but seeing that there were all kinds of books in this bookstore, and there were many rare books that were not usually available in bookstores, he thought, "Although I don't want to read, but Brother Yun is a book lover, it is better to help him bring a few books back, and it is light and affectionate to send goose feathers for thousands of miles." ”

She was thinking about suddenly seeing the bracelet in the man's hand, and couldn't help but exclaim, "Uncle, I have also had a bracelet since I was a child, which is exactly the same as the one in your hand, where did you get this one?" ”

The white-haired man seemed slightly surprised when he heard this, and handed the bracelet to Murong Yunyao and said, "This bracelet was given to me by a friend of mine who owns a pawnshop a few days ago. ”

Murong Yunyao took the bracelet and her expression became extremely excited, "Uncle, this bracelet is the one I deserved, and my name is engraved on it!" She said, gesturing to a small gourd-shaped pendant on it.

The white-haired man smiled and said, "You and I are really destined!" The bracelet is a woman's belonging, and it is useless for me to come, so it is better to return it to its original owner. ”

Murong Yunyao nodded excitedly, "Thank you, uncle!" She said as she took out a small piece of broken silver from her bosom and handed it to the white-haired man, "Uncle, I don't have much silver on me, you can take this piece of silver, and it is my heart!" ”

The white-haired man said, "I run a bookstore, not a jewelry business, and I don't take a penny from this bracelet for the girl." If you insist on repaying me, buy some books and go back. ”

Murong Yunyao nodded hurriedly and picked it up in the bookstore, while the white-haired man picked up a book at random beside him and flipped through it. At this moment, a short, fat man walked briskly into the bookstore. This person looked like a rich and noble person, holding a few extremely simple Buddhist scriptures in his hands, and said anxiously as soon as he entered the door: "Brother Mu, you are finally back!" Just now a guest came to my pawnshop to make these books, please help to see if it is genuine! ”

The white-haired man took the few Buddhist scriptures that seemed to be scattered as soon as he touched them, took them in his hand and looked at them, and said without thinking: "This is the true work of Wang Maha, although it is not priceless, but it is also hard to find, how much money do you use to collect it?" ”

The pawnshop shopkeeper's eyes bloomed with a smile when he heard this, "Brother Mu, I only used five hundred taels of silver for these Buddhist scriptures, so I was worried about receiving fakes, so I was anxious to find a virtuous brother to taste them." Now my brother is relieved. Tomorrow Duan Zhuang Zhuang's birthday, I will take these Buddhist scriptures as a gift! ”

Murong Yunyao saw that the white-haired man could recognize these ancient Buddhist scriptures as Wang Wei's authentic works with just one glance, and he also came over curiously, "Uncle, you are so amazing!" How do you tell the truth from the fake? ”

The white-haired man said without hesitation: "Wang Wei's handwriting is neat but elegant, it seems to be ordinary but has a sense of freshness and refinement, and the charm can only be felt by those who often appreciate calligraphy and painting." ”

Murong Yunyao was stunned by this person's insight, and looked at the white-haired man as if he had seen a god. Seeing this, the shopkeeper laughed and said, "Little lady, this Brother Mu has a lot of skills and a wide range of horizons. Whether it is Danqing calligraphy and painting, gold and stone inscriptions, or martial arts cheats, you can know the authenticity at a glance with his treasure eyes, if it weren't for his help, my pawnshop would not be so prosperous! ”

The white-haired man smiled and said, "Brother Qian praises each other, we are helping each other, if you didn't help me from time to time, how could I have collected so many rare books?" After speaking, the two looked at each other and laughed, and the atmosphere was extremely harmonious.

Murong Yunyao saw that the two of them were happy to speak, and didn't want to bother them anymore, so she turned around and went to pick up books among the tall bookshelves. She wanted to bring back a few authentic Tang Dynasty handwritings, but she remembered that she only had fifteen taels of silver on her, and she was afraid that she couldn't even afford a book corner, so she had to pick out two books written in white script, and then walked up to the white-haired man, "Uncle, I want these two." ”

The white-haired man looked at the cover with a smile, and then said, "Girl, who did you buy these two books for?" ”

Murong Yunyao said, "Buy it for a friend." ”

The white-haired man smiled shallowly, "This friend of the girl must be a personable son, right?" ”

Murong Yunyao was stunned, and her face turned a little red, "You...... How do you know? Don't you know how to not only authenticate antiques, but also give faces? ”

The white-haired man shook his head, pointed to the two books and said, "Girl, these two books are "The Art of the Room", if the girl wants to give away this kind of book, most of them will be given to the husband." ”

Murong Yunyao doesn't understand Baiwen, she only thinks that what is recorded in the book is the customs and customs of Dali, and if Yun Zixiao attacks Dali for the Great Song Dynasty in the future, she will definitely be able to come in handy, she only thinks that she has picked up the treasure. But after listening to the white-haired man's words, she suddenly realized that the book in her hand was no longer a book, but two pieces of hot charcoal. I saw that her cheeks were red, she threw the book on the ground, ran away like a smoke, and disappeared without a trace in a blink of an eye.

Seeing her like this, the white-haired man smiled slightly, got up and picked up the two books, and then he was a little sad, "Yao'er's expression is exactly the same as Xue'er'...... back then."