Fenzhou Mansion, located on the shore of Fenshui, is also a prosperous market town, regardless of the cold and heat, there are people coming and going on the street every day, so lively.

Hundreds of years after the opening of the mansion, today's Fenzhou Mansion is already eight streets and nine mo, all kinds of lanes are like a maze in general, not the locals are not clear at all, there is an alley called Sprouts Hutong behind the bustling West Street, and the people who live here are authentic locals.

There are dozens of houses living in the sprouts alley, there is one at the corner of the street, the gate is a big family, a pair of stone lions in front of the door are mighty and extraordinary, they have stood there for many years, they have been somewhat damaged, here is the famous Fang Mansion of Fenzhou Mansion. Even if the owner of Fang Mansion no longer has the surname Fang, the people around him are still used to calling this place Fang Mansion.

Back then, the ancestors of the Fang family had a prefect, this mansion was purchased at that time, time flies, more than a hundred years have passed, the Fang family has long been dilapidated, and even the Fang mansion that declares the glory of the Fang family has long been sold and has become someone else's house.

Fang Yan is the descendant of the Fang Governor's Mansion, and when it comes to the Fang Yan generation, the Fang family has been in decline for some years, and many people of the same clan have long left Fenzhou Mansion, only the Fang Yan branch is still here, staying in the ancestral house, or there is still a desire in my heart to reproduce the scenery of the day.

Even if it is broken, several generations of the Fang family have not forgotten the roots of their own scholars, since the father of the Fang dialect pinned the hope of the revival of the Fang family on the dialect, the heavens did not fulfill the wishes of the people, when the dialect was born, the mother died of dystocia, when he was ten years old, his father also went out hunting once and never came back, all said that he was attacked by wild beasts.

At the age of ten, Fang Yan became an orphan, but fortunately, he studied with his father since he was a child, and with his own literacy, the salary was very low, and Fang Yan found an errand in the Chen Ji pawnshop.

Entered the Chen Kee pawnshop as an apprentice, life forced and interested, dialect from an apprentice to a warehouse manager, this year dialect is eighteen years old, the original child has grown into a teenager.

Speaking of which, the position of warehouse steward is still won by the dialect itself, perhaps influenced by his father since childhood, the dialect is very interested in many ancient books and antiquities, there are always many people who will pawn some treasures for various reasons, at the beginning, when encountering a piece, the dialect will have to play and study for a long time, with the improvement of knowledge, the things received on the counter can not meet the interest of the dialect more and more, years ago, when the shopkeeper wanted to improve the dialect, the dialect chose the position of warehouse manager.

Chen Ji pawnshop has a total of four shops in Fenzhou Mansion, but there is only one warehouse, which is where Fang Yan is staying now, and the items received in the four shops are stored here.

It has been three months since I arrived at the warehouse, and Fang Yan is also familiar with the process here, and all kinds of affairs have been started, this day Fang Yan is sorting out the warehouse, and after inventory, Fang Yan found that there are some things in the warehouse that have been stored for a long time, and under the look, I found a lot of things I like, all of which are old books, gold and stone fragments, and I went out of the warehouse with joy, came to the upper room, and asked Chen Sanye, the shopkeeper of Chen Ji Pawnshop.

After knowing the meaning of the dialect, Chen Sanye, the shopkeeper, told the dialect: "Some of the things you said were originally dead, and some were originally live, but when they expired, when the lord did not come to redeem them, they became dead after a long time, and these things were worthless to sell, and over time, they were piled up in a corner of the warehouse." ”

When Fang Yan heard that it was a dead person, he became interested, so he asked the shopkeeper: "Shopkeeper, if these things are taken out and sold, how much are they worth?" ”

Chen Sanye has been in the mall for a long time, and when he heard it, he didn't know the meaning of the dialect: "Dialect, you are still playing tricks with me, are you taking a fancy to these things, I have long heard that you like antique calligraphy and painting, and you always want to buy some to, and I also know that this is the reason why you went to the warehouse, isn't it." ”

The tongue is not shy about it, but only the wisdom of the shopkeeper.

After thinking about it for a while, Chen Sanye said: "These things are also put in the warehouse, not to mention the place, it will be more broken after a long time, it is better to send it out, but although it is some rags, it was not worth a few dollars at the beginning, but I can't give it out in vain, this is not in accordance with the rules, you have a total of seventy or eighty things on this list, just ten big money a piece, how much do you want, pick it yourself." ”

With the words of the shopkeeper, the dialect went back to the warehouse, and after a while, the ancient books needless to say, more than 30 books did not look at the content, and they were directly wrapped, those broken copper and iron and the like, the dialect did not care, there were some jade pendants left, bone carvings and the like, although they were all fragments, but the dialect was still wrapped, anyway, ten big money a piece, and it was almost the same as giving it away for nothing.

Chen Sanye didn't expect that in his words, Fang Yan would choose so many things, according to ten big money, it would cost five hundred and forty big money for one piece, watching Fang Yan happily give hundreds of big money to himself, and then happily went home with a big burden. Chen Sanye muttered in his heart: "The poor guy likes this rich and noble thing, but fortunately, it is all some shabby things." ”

Fang Yan didn't care what the shopkeeper behind him was thinking, he left the pawn shop with his burden on his back, and walked towards the sprout alley on the back, Fang Yan's house was in the southwest corner of Fang Mansion, which was originally a side house in a side courtyard of Fang Mansion, but in Fang Yan's generation, only two of the side houses belonged to the Fang family. Fang Yan returned home, and after a hasty meal, he pulled out a book and looked at it.

It's been half a month since the day I bought the rags back, this day the dialect just came back from the warehouse, after eating the bowl of noodles, he began to look at his treasure, and saw that most of the things were placed, there are dozens of ancient books, and there are a few books in the middle that are gods and monsters, although the sub is silent and the strange power is confused, but the dialect doesn't care about these, and when you meet your interest, you have to study it, these gods and monsters are very mixed, and the dialect will smile after reading it.

After placing the ancient book in his hand on the shelf, Fang Yan began to pay attention to the only things left on the ground, these things can really be regarded as tattered, jade pendants, swords, pearls, etc., it seems that there are a lot of exquisite things, but unfortunately they are all fragments, and also, if it is complete, it will not fall into the hands of Fang Yan.

Fang Yan picked it up one by one, although it was all fragments, Fang Yan had seen a lot of good things in the past few years, but he didn't take these things to heart, but he bought them back with his own money, and Fang Yan had to pack up all the things with his hands.

Hey, dialect suddenly saw an inconspicuous little thing, a piece of silk cloth wrapped in jade pendant, what attracted the dialect was not the silk cloth itself, it was black, and it was already clear that the original color could not be seen clearly, the dialect's house was the west room, the doors and windows were open to the east, and now it was just dusk, the light in the house was already a little dim, vaguely, dialect found that there was handwriting on this silk cloth, and this handwriting was not ordinary handwriting, it seemed to be some ancient characters.

Fang Yan put the other things into a box, took this silk cloth out of the house, walked to the well, put a bucket of water, carefully washed the silk cloth, although it was still not very clean, the handwriting was finally revealed, sure enough, it was an ancient script.

Ancient characters, I don't know when it was transmitted, there is some connection with today's writing, but the difference is already very big, people who are not specialized in research, will not know this kind of writing, and will only think that it is some peculiar runes when they see it, the dialect was learned with my father when I was a child, and I am not very proficient in it, and I recognize this as an ancient text from the general appearance.

Pick up the cleaned silk cloth, there are hundreds of words on it, as if embroidered, look carefully, but no, dialect research for a long time did not know how these words got to this silk cloth, so no longer pay attention, back to the house, dialect lit the oil lamp, took out the words to explain the words, and began to study the handwriting on the silk cloth.

Ancient characters are not so easy to decipher, and for a whole night, the dialect confirmed only a few dozen words, two of which are connected together "**Luo shirt**".

Just this sentence, it aroused countless interest in dialects, although only a few dozen words, and they are not spoken, but they are just idle, there is a lot of time to ponder, no, their own home this book is still used when Mengxue, Ming'er has to go to the study to buy a full book back, thinking of this, the dialect is excited, at this moment the sky is almost bright, dialect will go to the warehouse later, so the silk cloth into his arms, fall on the bed to rest for a while, in his sleep, in front of his eyes are still dangling the line of ancient texts.