Tang Yu and Lin Ziren also moved two chairs and sat around. The old librarian looked at the two of them and recalled, "That was about ten years ago......"

"Ten years ago?" Tang Yu couldn't help but exclaim.

The old librarian curled the silver beard on his lips and asked with a smile: "Is ten years a long time?" Young man, at your age, ten years may be like a lifetime. And at our age, we just feel like it's gone for decades in the blink of an eye!"

"Ten years ago, it should have been the twenty-first year of Hongwu in the Ming Dynasty. "Lao Lin does everything word by word.

That year, a temple fair was held in the imperial mausoleum in the west of the city, and the grand occasion was unprecedented. I happened to have nothing to do with my hands for the past two days, so I went with everyone. The old librarian nodded and said with a smile: "There are many stalls selling antique jade and strange stone root carvings at the temple fair, and I love to go shopping." But we can't afford too valuable things, so we have to choose some simple but not vulgar, straight but not clumsy gadgets, that day luck was good, and after a while, I actually found a jade fan pendant, an incense fan and an old copper incense burner, I was walking out with these things, and saw this book "Walking with the Tiger" on a used bookstall on the side of the road......

Lin Ziren asked: "What kind of person is the seller?"

"In his forties, he wore a green shirt with patches on it. He has a vegetable face, is emaciated, and looks like an unsatisfactory reader. ”

"Didn't you talk to him in detail?"

"Where can I take care of it, one is that I am holding these sundries and can't let go, and the other I still want to go to the calligraphy and painting stall over there. Just dropped a few pennies, picked up a copy and left. The old librarian replied very simply.

Lin Ziren cleared his throat and asked, "Could the person who sold the book be the one who wrote this book?"

Without thinking, the old librarian replied, "Well, it's possible." ”

Tang Yu sighed and said, "The literati have worked hard to write a book, and they have to sell it all over the streets after printing it?"

"What's so strange about this? Don't all individuals follow this path when they publish books now?" the old librarian smiled at the two of them, and it was not strange to see how strange: "You have to go to the bookstore to buy the book number first, the more famous the bookstore, the more expensive the price, and the least is a few thousand taels of silver." And then I got it to the market for plate making and printing, and I had to cut and bind it, and I had to make the cover, and it cost a lot of money, and all I got to you was a bag and pack of books!"

"Isn't there a saying that a writer signed and sold books on the spot?" Tang Yu was quite surprised and frowned.

"That has to be a famous person, and he has to be able to gossip, put the dragon gate, and talk nonsense......"

"What if it's an anonymous and honest author?"

Then his fate is probably about the same as "Moon", no one wants to give it away for nothing, and it is finished on the wall, layer after layer. The old librarian stretched out his hand and gestured, "The last time I went to the toilet, there was such a tall stack of books!"

Lin Ziren sighed: "It seems that it is not easy to make any money?"

"Of course, I heard of a painter in a foreign country who couldn't even get a piece of bread for his paintings when he was alive. It's dead but it's worth a lot, and a painting is tens of millions, or even hundreds of millions. The old librarian sighed too.

"So he ended up going crazy!"

Tang Yu listened slowly, his mood was calm, and his anger had long since disappeared. "At this point, let's go back to the case itself," he said. And how did you end up reading the book?"

"When I went home and had nothing to do, I flipped through it casually, one was to refine the text and find it clean, and the other was to record some anecdotes outside the official history. That's why it was brought to the archives. The old librarian didn't hide it, and told Tang Yu one by one, "As for the matter of whether there is a treasure or not, I don't pay attention to it." At the time, it was thought that this was just a means for the author to attract visitors. Isn't it, some people have red mouths and white teeth, and their words are convincing, and they openly claim in the book that they see ghosts in the daytime, pass through walls, and marry fox fairies......"

Tang Yu smiled: "Since ten years have passed, the vicissitudes of life, the rotation of the sun and the moon, it is almost impossible to find the book seller of the year." Old man, have you ever been to the Imperial Temple in the future, and have you ever met that person again?"

The old librarian replied honestly: "I've been, never again." As he spoke, he leaned back into the chair, stretched out his legs, and said, "Obviously, this remnant doesn't fully understand the inside story, but only sketches a scale and a half claw based on his own guess." Otherwise, even if there were such treasures, they would have been robbed long ago. ”

Tang Yu glanced at him and said cautiously: "But after all, he has been in Miao Tycoon's army for a period of time, and he should know some unknown inside information better than others?"

Lao Lin thought about it for a while, and felt very worried: "After all, ten years is too long, and now even where he is, what has changed, and whether he still exists in the world is an unsolved mystery? Chuzhou City is too big, plus the nearby towns, I am afraid that there are hundreds of thousands of people, we can't investigate them one by one......

Seeing that the two of them were in a hurry, the old librarian withdrew his legs and comforted: "In addition, there is another way, maybe you can find out the news of this remnant life?"

"The old man has something to say, what is the way?" Tang Yu asked tightly.

The old librarian pulled a book on the table, read it carefully up and down, and then opened the album inside, looked at the text, and said: "Each bookstore prints books, from the use of paper, the selection of ink, to the engraving and plate making, the lining of the cover, and then to the binding, all have different particularities. You can go out and find a knowledgeable person and ask, which bookstore printed this "Walking with the Tiger"? As long as you find this bookstore that prints books, you can dig out the author behind it who has been obscured for a long time?"

Lin Ziren sighed lightly, not holding out much hope: "In ten years, personnel changes, even if you can find it, maybe the owner of the bookstore doesn't remember who is who at all." ”

"But there is a hope, which is better than looking for a needle in a haystack. Isn't that right?" Tang Yu was young and strong-blooded, and as soon as he heard the good news, he immediately turned a blind eye to the difficulties in front of him.

Lin Ziren shook his head, as if he was helpless, and as if he was also infected. He tapped the table, picked up the kettle on the table, and said, "Let's go, then let's go back to the state government first and report the relevant situation." Then I went to the compilation room of "The Biography of the Martyrs" to pick up the book, and then went to someone to identify it. I've heard that there is a famous Bi Xiaoxuan on Chuzhou Lion Street who sells the four treasures of the study, and eighty percent of them have such talents?"

While talking, the two of them packed up the collected materials and said goodbye to the old librarian politely. Reflexively, he walked out of the house and out of the archives door.

Back at the post house, Lin Fanghe was checking the situation of the Sunrise Inn with his subordinates in the room, and the two waited for him to finish asking, and the catchers retreated, before reporting the information about Miao Tycoon and the news of "Walking with the Tiger" that they had found in the archives. Lin Fanghe was very happy to hear this: "It seems that we have found the right source of the matter! Although there is still no direct evidence in hand, I intuitively conclude that the matter of this treasure may not be false? Otherwise, why would those people behind the scenes pretend to be ghosts, intimidate the mountain people, and expel them from the village where they have lived for generations? These greedy eyes may be staring at the legendary huge amount of gold and silver......