Chapter 13:

On May 16th, Xianpu was quiet and peaceful. Jiang Shiguang sat on the threshold of his house smoking a hookah, gurgling. Since April, the town has not been quiet, and foreign soldiers have passed by from time to time. He even wanted to avoid people, so he went back to the village, where he had the property of the Jiang family. He lived in the house of his three sons, and his daughter-in-law was waiting.
The son went to work in the field, and the daughter-in-law was busy sitting for dinner. The year was getting worse, and the number of people who opened their mouths was gradually increasing. The town officials and even the government would send people to collect food. Sometimes the town I have levied food here, and I will have another one in the house. In addition to bandits and passing troops, as long as they have guns, they are all masters. Recently, I heard that the government is arresting and they have killed many people. I only hope that their defeat Just pass by from the town.
Jiang Shiguang thought wildly, the hookah was louder, thinking about when to go back to town, and a group of children quarreled in the distance.
The old man stood up in a hurry, put the hookah on the ground, and said: "These little hundred scenes, no matter how good the weather is, don't go to study, they are still playing there. "" As he said, he stepped forward, as if to persuade him.
Jiaxing has a style of reading in all dynasties. There were a total of 27 members of Wei Ke in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. The teacher didn't read it in the end. Although he was old, he didn't even see the trick of not reading. He carried a hookah in one hand, lifted his robe in one hand, and walked to the entrance of the village twice.
Huang Xuan is currently surrounded by a group of children. If he is a plane traveler who has been trained, there are countless ways to deal with such a situation, but Huang Xuan does not know these and embarrassedly cannot move.
Because in order to save energy, Lorraine discarded the zipper and the like on his body in P112. Now Huang Xuan not only wears weird outfits, but his clothes are also flaked, like a beggar, and his pants are opened in the middle. A group of children laughed when they saw such a scene, and surrounded him after one or two visits.
At this time, it was time to go to the ground. Although it was not busy with the farm, there were not many people in the village. The villagers who came out occasionally could not control these many children. Most of them were watching Huang Xuan jokes around there. And scattered.
Jiang Shiguang looked at Huang Xuan with his scrutiny. He was a fair-faced descendant. The nails on both hands were clean and clean, and there was no cocoon to work hard. Although the clothes on his body were ragged, except for the dusty eyes and a little The stains are also refreshing and clean, and the quality of the clothes seems to be somewhat similar to the foreign shop in the county. Although the expression is somewhat unnatural, it is more angry than its peers in the village. Old Man Jiang was not the one who had seen the big scene, but in his view, this hopeful look rarely appeared on the mud legs.
Thinking like this, Jiang Shiguang did a half-hit, with respectful words on his mouth: "This gentleman, but was beaten by bandits? Is there no family around?"
Although the Revolution of 1911 has been over for more than ten years, the bandit problem has not been resolved from the beginning to the end of the Republic of China. The life of the villagers is inextricably linked to the bandits. Jiang Jiacun is no exception. It is necessary to avoid dealing with the bandits, but the village is close to Xianpu, but there will be no big bandits. When he asks this, he also wants to know the way of the people who are now.
After a group of wild children ran away, Huang Xuan was relieved and relieved. When someone asked him, he also learned to write and said, "I am separated from my family and I want to find a store. I don't know where there is?" "
"It's not close to the main road here." Jiang Shiguang handed the hookah to his left and walked over and said: "If you want to stay overnight, stay in my house, and the house is empty."
Where Huang Xuan had money to stay in the store, he did not refuse to say so, and replied with a smile: "That would trouble you."
"It's no trouble." Jiang Shiguang led the way and said: "The country is a big place, no one is inconvenient."
From small to large, Huang Xuan did not participate in such dialogues very well, and his skill was extremely high. Although the times were different and the polite words gradually changed, the central meaning was nothing more than a set of nonsense. Coping with one or two, Huang Xuan relaxed. It sounded like the old Jiang family, this is more like a rich child from a foreign country, originally unfamiliar with the local customs and customs, but still knows Shu Li, this four-character comment, enough to stay in Jiaxing for free.
Xianpu is the ancestral tomb of the Jiang family. The mansion at that time looked a little bit old, but it was not far from ruined. The main house in the center of the village was built with blue bricks and the tiles were at least two palms wide. The front of the door stretched out for a long time. There were "Haichang Jiang's Bingshe" at the front of the main entrance, and the couplets of stone foreheads and stone inscriptions. "Wangcang Mountain connects to North Hubei and Yixiu Peak faces West Jianxi."
The writing is very good, much better than the many literati Huang Xuan met with Grandpa. Huang Xuan moved his heart, and his lips moved slightly: "Can you check this?"
"No problem." Without the interference of bases of the same level, Lorraine could hear everything he wanted to hear, and he replied: "Searching for information requires an Internet connection, which is a waste of energy."
"I will connect you to the Internet when I go back." Huang Xuan followed Jiang Shiguang while comforting.
Seeing Huang Xuan noticed the ancestral house, Jiang Shiguang slowed down and said: "In the past ten years, all the books collected by the Jiang family were kept here. In those years, there were dozens of ships to transport these paintings and calligraphy." Chin.
Jiaxing is known for its collection of books. It started in the Southern Song Dynasty and flourished in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Although it has declined since the Xianfeng period, in the minds of the villagers, there is almost an inevitable connection between farming and reading the heirs and the series of books. There is one less library, and the Jiang family is one that meets these many elements.
Huang Xuan satisfies Jiang Shiguang's vanity with a slightly surprised but reserved smile. At this time, the news of Lorraine also came: "This building should be the Xijian Thatched Cottage, where Jiang's Jiang Guangzhan is located. According to the standard history, about 10 He stored all his books here years ago, and he should have moved back to Yanfen Caotang later. "
"Is those books worth money?" Huang Xuan looked at the antique house around him, and was enchanted. But to continue to travel through the plane, he needed funds to buy energy.
Lorraine paused for a moment, seemingly looking for information, and then said: "According to the information, there should be 100,000 books, but according to standard history, these books will be donated to the Chinese government in the 1950s."
"That's not to help?"
"No, although rare and rare books are rare, they are not solitary books. Even solitary books, it is impossible to guarantee that they are the only ones in the world, but the owner of the Jiang family cherishes the books. I am afraid it will cost you a lot to buy these books." Lorraine said More and more humanized, and the words are becoming more and more accurate, but Huang Xuan also put his spirit on those books, and was somewhat frustrated: "I originally wanted to transport some books back."
The so-called readers love books, UU reading www.uukanshu.com Poor scholars like to copy down the book, aiming at 10,000 volumes. The rich readers have higher requirements, not only the content, but also hope to get some rare books at home, rare books, so since Song, the price of valuable books has become higher and higher, so Huang Xuan Institute I know that the dozen or so old books that my dad hid in the study are worth millions. The old man at home is even more exaggerated. He once exchanged a painting of Zhang Daqian for a small inscription in Song Dynasty. Thinking of this, Huang Xuan tickled again.
Seeing Jiang Shiguang still intoxicated by the vanity just now, Huang Xuan whispered to Lorraine: "So you said, no one is selling books near here?"
"Insufficient data, but according to the analysis, since Xianfeng, the Jiaxing Bookstore has been ruined. As long as there is enough funds, many books should be able to be acquired. But there are still some problems."
"what is the problem?"
"Although books are consumables, plane travel does not consider its preservation method, but the energy consumed by books is still much greater than food. With the current energy reserve, it is recommended that the total weight of books not exceed 5 kg."
Huang Xuan pouted, buying books and talking about the catty, that is, Comrade Lorraine, the guardian. If he wants to know everything, he will focus on the old man Jiang, and would like to take this opportunity to ask for more information.