Shanwa Small Rich Farmers

The courtyard of the No. 3 courtyard is quite big, it can be said that it is the largest courtyard in the entire B\u0026B area. There are almost fifteen rooms inside and outside, so when I heard Yu Yao said that I lived in the No. 3 courtyard, Wen Xu thought that this kid was putting on a show. , but as soon as he stood at the gate of the courtyard, Wen Xu heard the voices of a large number of people coming from the courtyard, and realized that there were really many people in the courtyard.

Standing at the door, Wen Xu gently knocked the knocker on the door, and when she heard a voice coming in from inside, she pushed half of the door open.

Before entering the courtyard, Wen Xu was taken aback by the scene he saw. There were five or six old people sitting around the gazebo in the small courtyard, playing chess, while Yu Yao stood by and watched.

One of the old men saw the door of Wen Xu Station and greeted him with a smile: "Boss Wen, we meet again!"

Wen Xu looked at the old man, thought for a while and said, "So it's Professor Wang!"

After thinking about it for a while, Wen Xu recognized it. It was the old professor surnamed Wang who was the first to look at the bottle. He seemed to be called Wang Yi or something, but I couldn't remember it.

With that said, Wen Xu closed the door, and walked into the courtyard with a bamboo box in his hand.

Yu Yao looked at the box in Wen Xu's hand, and asked, "Did you bring it?".

"I brought twenty or thirty copies, you guys read it first, and I'll give you another batch after reading it." Wen Xu said as he walked into the gazebo, and put the box on the bench next to him.

Hearing that Wen Xu brought the things over, a group of old men stopped playing chess, and after putting away the chess, one of them, who seemed to be the oldest, started to force Yu Yao with the presence of an old god.

"Xiao Yu, bring the things up and let me have a look!"

The old man's beard and hair were all white, and he obviously didn't have much hair on his head, so he didn't shave his head bald, but kept the little bit of hair long and tied it in a weird little braid behind his head. His temperament matched with such a tie does not look ugly, on the contrary, he has a different kind of free and easy.

Hearing the old man's words, Yu Yao didn't feel annoyed at all. Instead, he eagerly picked up the box, placed it on the stone table in the middle of the gazebo, gently opened the lid of the box, and then stretched out his hand to take out the topmost book. Books come.

"Wait!"

When the white-haired old man saw the title of the book on the top, his face immediately changed from the calm and clear look just now. He immediately stopped Yu Yao's hand, then turned his head and shouted into the yard: "Chen Dong , Chen Dong, take out my bag!"

Yu Yao was almost startled when he heard the old man say "slow down". When he saw the old man's appearance, he immediately stopped, stood aside with his hands tied, and actually put on the posture of a junior.

The white-haired old man didn't speak, and so did the other people in the pavilion, but everyone's eyes fell on the bamboo box Wen Xu brought.

Wen Xu was very puzzled by the atmosphere here. The bamboo box contained his own things, and there was nothing to look at, so Wen Xu looked at the people in the gazebo. All of these people were in their fifties or sixties, with good manners. Well, they are all quite extraordinary, each of them has the posture of a well-learned person, gentle and gentle, looking warm and feeling that they have such a small sense of inferiority complex.

There was silence in the gazebo for about five or six minutes. A young man in his twenties picked up a black box, put it respectfully beside the white-haired old man, and helped the old man open the box.

"Teacher, your tool is here!"

Seeing that the old man did not move,

The student waited for a moment and sounded a reminder.

Hearing the student's reminder, the old man let out a light oh and started to take things out of the box. It seemed that the old man was very familiar with the things in the box, so he took out his gloves, put them on, and took out the magnifying glass without even looking at them. , and put some tools aside, this arrangement makes Wen Xu think that the old man wants to eat western food.

The old man arranged the things one by one, and with a solemn face, he stretched out the bamboo box with his gloved hand, picked up the top book and placed it in front of him. He didn't open it but took it out. I got up and looked left and right, and watched it repeatedly for about five or six minutes. The warmth of watching was a little annoying, and the old man was still watching, and he put on a magnifying glass to look at it.

After another three minutes, the old man put down the binoculars, still did not open the book, but said to those around him, "Baby, baby!"

An old man standing next to him asked, "Is it really a book from the Ming Dynasty?"

The white-haired old man nodded and said, "Well, it is indeed a book from the Ming Dynasty. It is a miracle that it can be preserved so well!"

"Why don't you look through it again?" Yu Yao asked.

The old man said: "There is no need to read this book, it is undoubtedly genuine!"

After speaking, the old man gently picked up the book in an almost pious posture, and then gestured to his student. The student standing behind the old man immediately understood, bent slightly and took out a piece of paper from the box. The white cloth was just spread out on the stone table. Then the old man solemnly put the book on the white cloth.

After finishing this action, the old man stretched out his hand and made a gesture of invitation: "Everyone, you can read it, but be careful, even if you break a piece, it is a crime against our predecessors and future generations!"

Hearing what the white-haired old man said, the other people around couldn't help but nodded, and solemnly took the gloves handed over by the old man and the student, and the nearest one sat down on the stone bench next to him solemnly. After turning over the pages of the book, the heads next to him immediately moved over.

Seeing this group of old people reading books, Wen Xu felt an inexplicable emotion in his heart that moved him. Wen Xu never thought that someone would read a book like this, read a book with a piety almost like a religious ceremony, Every time I pick up a book, every time I turn a page of the book, in the gazebo, I can only hear the endless chirping of cicadas on the tree, and the slight rustling sound of the breeze caressing the leaves.

The whole courtyard was quiet. Although there was nothing to do, Wen Xu didn't feel any boredom. Like these people, she was immersed in such a devotion to culture and knowledge.

I don't know how long it took, a soft sigh sounded in the courtyard, breaking the silence.

An old man who was reading took off his reading glasses, sighed, stood up from the stone bench, glanced at the people around him, and asked softly, "Everyone, what do you think?"

"Chongbao!" An old man opened his mouth and said.

The one who read the book looked at the faces of his companions, and then turned his gaze to Wen Xu.

Wen Xu thought that he was going to ask something, for the sake of politeness, and the old man asked him that he couldn't sit still, so Wen Xu stood up from the stool he was sitting on, and looked back at the old man with a smile on his face.

Who knew that the old man suddenly bent his body, bowed to Wen Xu, and said, "Thank you, Mr. Wen, for saving these books, so that we can better understand historical events and characters!"

How could Wen Xu think that the old man would do this to him so suddenly, he quickly jumped away and did not dare to accept his gift: "What is the old man doing, I can't afford to be a junior!"

The old man said: "You are worthy, these books are enough to outline a picture scroll of the Ming Dynasty that is different from what we have now! These historical materials are very precious"

Hearing what the old man said, Wen Xu was a little confused. It was Professor Wang Yihang who understood that Mr. Wen's understanding of history was only superficial, and he was not at all level enough to understand what his old friend said.

So Professor Wang Yihang explained: "After the Qing Dynasty entered the customs, from Kangxi to Emperor Qianlong, especially Emperor Qianlong, falsified historical classics, especially the history of the Ming Dynasty, and buckled a lot of shit on the emperors of the Ming Dynasty. It's not that it's over after the reform, and it's accompanied by a literary prison, and these literati headed by Ji Xiaolan almost change everything, and they can't stop. In these few books, I just found three or four places and records. Among the inappropriate things, there is the leopard room of Ming Wuzong!"

Wen Xu was a little dumbfounded when he heard it. Although he didn’t quite understand it, he understood it anyway. It was nothing more than Manchus entering China as barbarians, and then putting money on their faces, belittling others to elevate themselves, and then organizing Ji Xiaolan This kind of traitor literati has changed the historical classics!

To be honest, is it new to change the history of the previous dynasty? It's like who doesn't know! Butt-licking literati let alone the Qing Dynasty, when will there be less? Anyway, Wen Xu didn't feel that there was any righteous indignation. If he couldn't beat him, he just shrank his head and let others ravage him. A three-year-old should understand this truth.

The white-haired old man had taken out all the books at this time, read them one by one, and then said to everyone with certainty: "All are true! There is no fake, and this one was printed in the Song Dynasty! It is said to be a national treasure. Not too much!"

As soon as she heard the word "national treasure", Wen Xu's heart trembled suddenly, and her first thought was: Damn, is it a little too big this time! Outdated show off?

"Have you ever thought about donating these books?" The white-haired old man asked Wen Xu solemnly.

Upon hearing this, Wen Xu immediately shook his head and said decisively: "Mr., I respect you, but I plan to pass these items on as family heirlooms to my descendants, and I am not interested in donating them to anyone or any organization!"

Seeing the warm look, the white-haired old man sighed: "I understand your thoughts, and I tell you responsibly that if you don't want to donate this thing, it's yours, unless you want to sell it yourself. come to me"

After speaking, he turned his head and smiled wryly at the people around him, "Look, what do we look like now? When we mention donations to others, they look at us like robbers!"

Wen Xu curled his lips in his heart, and thought: You archaeologists and cultural relics are really similar to robbers and bandits on the Internet.

In fact, to be honest, Wen Xu was too deeply affected by the bad news. Even if he wanted to accept this thing, he had to consider the issue of face. If Wen Xu was forced to do so, who would dare to say what he has in the future? Others dare not say that they will most likely try to get what they have out of the country, and in the end it will definitely be worth the gain!

But it doesn’t mean it’s foolproof, even if there’s a crazy person, but it’s possible in any country, even if it’s the old beauty who went to the lighthouse of the Lord of the Underworld, there are still bureaucrats who can force her to go bankrupt.

Now that the things in Wen Xu's hands are actually announced, it's good, especially when he has already revealed himself, some people will think about it when he is placed in the sun, but if he takes it by force, he has to weigh his size enough. .

The white-haired old man didn't know what was going on in Wen Xu's heart, and now he said to Wen Xu seriously: "These ancient books are yours, and no one can take them away. In fact, it is good for you to show them out in an open manner. It’s yours, and it can save you a lot of trouble…”

Wen Xu said: "I'm really not afraid of trouble or anything, I'm just afraid that someone will snatch it!"

"No!" The old man smiled wryly and shook his head: "Can you show me the rest of the books?"

"Let's finish reading this first! You can copy it, but don't damage my book," Wen Xu said.

The old man replied: "It must be, we are all sinners in history if we break it!"

Wen Xu is feeling a little bored now, and he can't say why, but he just feels uncomfortable, so he said to the old man, "Look as soon as possible, then I'll go first!"

Seeing that Wen Xu was about to leave, Yu Yao got up and walked to the door.

As soon as he went out, Wen Xu stretched out his hand to Yu Yao, and then hooked his fingers.

"What?"

"Where's the money!" Wen Xu said.

Hearing what Wen Xu said, Yu Yao stretched out his hand and patted Wen Xu's palm: "I don't have so much money now, don't worry, I'll transfer the money for you right away, right, the rest of the books are like this, right?"

Hearing what the old man said, Yu Yao's heart was so happy that he couldn't find the north now, it was so beautiful in his heart, if his plan came to fruition, then he would have the capital to brag in this life, It is no dream to become a well-known cultural figure. So when it comes to paying, Yu Yao is very happy now.

"There is no problem with the book, as long as you remember the money." Wen Xu turned around and walked back after speaking.

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