Chapter 18:

Zhou Shuming's brow furrowed tightly, the so-called chaotic gold, the prosperous antiques. In 1927, just 16 years after the Revolution of 1911, the readers who used to sell their emperors ’homes in the past were still cold. Today, a gun and a bag of rice are more real than a book. Juwan's rare books, calligraphy and painting collections have all gone down, and ruined bookstores abound. Some unscrupulous grandchildren sold it to waste paper.
For the twelve books in front of me, Zhou Shuming spent only 4,000 oceans on it, so he fumbled it from the old Zhou's library and placed it 40 years ago. Even if his old master is definitely willing to spend a thousand Stone rice was exchanged. Thinking of this, Zhou Shuming had a mouthful of tea and raised his eyebrows to Huang Xuan, saying: "If Huang Gongzi is not satisfied, he can still find some more underneath, but please leave the grain in the warehouse a few more. day."
"Only one day." Huang Xuanzhuo proudly extended a finger: "I have limited time, can't wait for these many days, he said and lit the last box, said:" The two Song Dynasty Spring and Autumn Classics, you can also Bring it back, so, plus the book written by the emperor Rush, there are a total of 6 books, you can go to the warehouse to carry 900 stone grain, or 1,500 silver dollars per book. is that OK? "
Huang Xuan's price is calculated at 12 yuan per stone, and on the market, the price of brown rice per stone has reached 18 yuan. Zhou Shuming is naturally willing to ask for food. His mouth buzzed and closed again. He has the right to speak, and he understands in his heart that he will say goodbye: "In this case, the old man will first transport the grain back, Huang Gongzi and wait for the good news."
In three words, he talked about the old man again, Huang Xuan sneered, gathered the books in several boxes together, and took the lead out of the door.
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There was an idiot from Beijing who bought the rare book at ten times the market price. The news spread from Xianpu at the speed of plane travel. It spread throughout Jiaxing Province in an instant. Haiyan, Pinghu and Haining counties can be described as Chinese Library, in this turbulent era, such news has been deliberately amplified by countless people.
"You know? I heard that the price of books is going to rise, and those with ancient books are going to be developed!"
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"It is said that the National Government is going to build a library, that is the kind of learning foreigners, and the money spent on buying books can buy hundreds of thousands of guns."
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"It seems that foreigners want to buy antiques from China. My fellow said that I saw several ships."
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Huang Xuan could only stay for three days. From the afternoon, people came to see Huang Xuan one after another. Jiang Yisheng was the only one beside him. He could n’t stop the crowds. He had to find the help of Zhu Owner. On the other hand, although there are many people coming, most of them want to take the chance of luck, and there is even no shortage of wild roads to go. The Zhu family is worried about something and wants Huang Xuan to enter the city. In this way, people who met for six or seven hours finally gave away all the food and half of the money.
In the end, it was still the bosses of several shops that had a lot of financial resources, and I did n’t know where they had so many rare books. Huang Xuan had already been eye-catching himself. 5 books, only more than 100 oceans left in hand.
There was a rustling of cleaning in the open warehouse, and Huang Xuan glanced at Jiang Yisheng again. The middle-aged man who was reticent was still wearing a worn blue cloth blouse, and the cuff was carefully patched.
Huang Xuan was ready to go home when the book was in hand. When he was about to leave, he suddenly regretted not being able to take a good look at this magical era, but he did n’t know if there would be a chance in the future. It is impossible to come back deliberately.
"Uncle." Huang Xuan packed all the last silver dollars, and carefully wrapped the book in yellow silk. This was the facelift to Jiang Yisheng: "I have troubled you these two days, I am really sorry."
Jiang Yisheng rubbed his hands at a loss and whispered: "Huang Gongzi is polite ..."
"Don't call me Huang Gongzi." In the past two days, the merchants with heads and faces in the town have met Huang Xuan, and Jiang Yisheng didn't expect him to be awesome. He began to call Huang Gongzi as everyone, Huang Xuan began. Without saying anything, he was about to leave now. He shook his head and said, "Uncle Jiang, I'm leaving tonight. There are some silver dollars left here, even if it's the two days' remuneration.
Jiang Yisheng's excited hand didn't know where to put it, his Nono said: "How good this is, how good this is."
"That's it, thank me, Mr. Jiang." Huang Xuan said as he walked out of the room. When Jiang Yisheng wanted to thank Xie, he only saw a flash of white light.
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Huang Xuan returned directly to the backyard gazebo, his body was naked, and only the yellow silk cloth on his hand could be wrapped. He looked around with nostalgia and said dissatisfiedly: "Lorraine, you do n’t have to save so much, even Did n’t you send me the clothes? "
"In order to control the time you leave P112 within 24 hours has consumed a lot of energy, you must control the consumption to ensure the normal operation of the base."
As usual, Lorraine's bland words made Huang Xuan feel cordial. If he could have another shame cloth on his body, he would definitely thank Lorraine. But the fact is the fact, Huang Xuan looked at the sky outside, UU read www. uukanshu.com should look like dawn, he looked at the 11 books in his hand, and finally made a decision.
In order to protect the cultural heritage of mankind, he decided to wrap the books in silk and go out on his own ...
Actually, it's not too far from the gazebo to the bedroom, Huang Xuan comforted himself like this.
"Remember to replenish energy." Lorraine's words left behind disappeared into the void, only Huang Xuan himself, a person is turning on the computer and the mobile phone, desperately determining his own era, so as not to be lost Good machines feed into unknown planes. It is said that there has been such a thing in history. Well, according to Lorraine, what an honest child.
The courtyard was quiet, only the kitchen in the annex building was still lit. It should be the cook who was making breakfast. Now that it was not time for his parents to go to work, Huang Xuan quietly closed the door and turned out a box that came with the book he bought before Put a book worth 10 million worth of ancient books in hand, pad the yellow satin between each book, and finally take out the top copy of the "Northern Song Dynasty Protection Paper", wrap it with a pillow towel and put it on another In the box.
After doing this, it was not yet dawn, Huang Xuan yawned, climbed two steps, and comfortably slept on the bed. In the past two days, he slept in the warehouse doorman every day, not to mention the stone-like bed board , Even the smell is sober ...