Shanwa Small Rich Farmers

Wen Xu bent down and reached out to grab a piece of Yuan Datou and put it in his hand, looked at it and turned it over again. After just a few glances, Wen Xu took his eyes back from the silver dollar and gathered up the scattered pieces of Yuan Datou Get up and put it back in the broken jar.

Just as he was about to put the last silver dollar in, Wen Guangfang's voice came from beside him.

"Uncle Xu, show me this!"

Hearing what Wen Guangfang said, Wen Xu turned around and threw Yuan Datou in front of him: "Look at it, but you have to return it after watching it!"

"Uncle, show me a piece too!"

"Uncle, I'll take a look too!"

After hearing this, Wen Xu counted out four more from the broken jar, and handed them one by one to the hands of the four people who stood nearest: "Hey, don't give these four to you, but you have to return them to me after you finish watching them." , if there is one less, you will pay me to pay for it yourself!"

The four people who opened their mouths were just trying to figure something out. They had never seen what the famous Yuan Datou looked like. As for a few hundred yuan, it was still a big deal for the people of Wenjia Village now!

Putting the four big heads of Yuan into the hands of the four of them, Wen Xu squatted down and continued to observe the jars in front of him. After looking at them for a while, he couldn't help but said to himself: "Isn't this jar valuable?"

The four dimensions of Wen Xu also let go a little too quickly, the jar is too small, and there are not many silver dollars in it. According to this situation, it is at most 70,000 to 80,000. I can't see it anymore.

For Wen Xu, it took a long time of hard work, and with enthusiasm, he was naturally a little unwilling to reap such a small gain, so he hoped that these three jars would do something good.

Old man Zhao happened to be squatting next to Wen Xu at this time. He was concentrating on looking at the copper box when he heard Wen Xu talking to himself, turned his head to see who said it, and smiled: "Don't even think about it. Do you think this thing can still be made of Yuanqing flowers, let me tell you that this is the imitation of Yuanqing flowers in the Ming Dynasty, and it was produced by a small workshop. Now one-third of the scammers in the antique market are made of this thing , and the rest are produced now.”

"I heard that the family over there is quite rich, why do they only have this little thing?" Wen Xu said and picked up the jar.

It is full of silver dollars, which is a bit heavy for Wen Xu to lift, and the lid of the jar is also made of porcelain, because the silver dollars inside are buried here, so it doesn't matter if it is sealed or not, and the silver ones will not rot, except for being People dug it away, and there were not many other things to consider, so the jar also had the original porcelain lid, and the lid opened with one hand.

Stretching his head into the mouth, Wen Nu could clearly see what was inside, Yuan Datou was a mess, but the inside of the jar was neatly stacked, it was stacked up layer by layer next to the edge, and it was tightly stacked all the way to the jar mouth.

After reading this jar, Wen Xu reached out and picked up another one, and found that this one was as full as the one I saw just now, but the third jar was the broken one, but for some reason, it was in a mess, a little It's not as detailed and compact as the first two jars.

At this moment, old man Li turned his head to look at the jar in Wen Xu's hand, and asked Wen Shigui, "Second brother Wen, do you want to count the contents of those three jars?"

Wen Shigui didn't raise his head, but shook his head and said, "What's the count? Anyway, we'll hand it back to someone else in a few days, so why bother!"

Speak lightly and skillfully,

However, his eyes were very nervously paying attention to the sealed copper box. Now the copper box is in Wen Shiqing’s hand, and the old man is carefully cleaning the oil seal on the box mouth with an iron piece. The main function of this thing is to Waterproof and moisture-proof, prevent the moisture on the ground from penetrating into the copper box.

Wen Shiqing carefully removed the last piece of wax seal, then gently supported the bottom of the box with the palm of his right hand, and put his left hand on the copper box lid.

"Second brother?" Wen Shiqing looked at Wen Shigui and asked, the meaning of this sentence was obvious: I want to uncover it?

Wen Shigui nodded solemnly: "Expose it!"

Hearing Wen Shigui's words, Wen Shiqing exerted his hands slightly, originally thinking that the box should be a little jerky after decades, who knew that once he exerted his hands, the box immediately showed a crack, and then opened it again. The box that had been sealed for decades was opened just like that, and inside lay three books that seemed to be a little burnt. They were not small, about the size of A3, and "Wen's Genealogy" was written in traditional characters on them. There was also a large seal on it, and it was so crooked that I didn't know what it was written on. Anyway, Wen Xu took a look here, but didn't see the truth.

After opening the box, Wen Shiqing was also very excited, the hands holding the copper box started to tremble, not to mention Wen Shigui and Wen Shijie.

The onlookers also became quiet at this moment, no matter whether they were from Wen's Village or not, they all stretched out their heads to see what the so-called master music in the box looked like.

Wen Shigui solemnly took over the main score, and stretched out his hand to turn it over. For Wen Shigui, with this thing, the group of people in Wenjia Village can go back hundreds or even thousands of years. How the old ancestors of Wenjia Village got here before the Ming Dynasty is very helpful.

"do not move!"

Seeing that Wen Shigui was about to reach out to flip through the book inside, the old man Sun standing beside him immediately stopped him.

Seeing Wen Shigui looking at him with a puzzled expression, old man Sun explained: "This thing has been placed underground for so many years, what if it breaks after you go through it like this? I think it's better to take it back first, let us A few old guys are preparing something, it’s better if you look at it again!"

Wen Shigui knew that these four old men were all archaeologists, so he naturally wanted to listen to his suggestions, so Wen Shigui nodded, put the copper box on, and held it in his hands like this: "That's okay, so as not to have long nights and dreams." What happened, let's go back now!"

"Second brother!"

Seeing that Wen Shigui was about to leave, Wen Xu immediately stopped him and pointed at the three small jars in front of him.

Wen Shigui is in no mood to care about this thing now, he just glanced at it, turned his head and left without saying a word: "You take these things back, they are not valuable anyway!"

Look, after the pockets bulged, the old director of Wenjia Village spoke so hard, and Yuan Datou, who was worth tens of thousands of dollars, became worthless in his eyes.

Seeing that Wen Shigui left with a group of old people, Wen Xu could only look left and right, but there was nothing he could do, so he took his coat, put the three jars back, and then borrowed them for donations. The five Yuan Datou that had been inspected by others were taken back and put back in the broken jar.

Packed three small jars with clothes and put them outside the pit. Wen Xu continued to look inside the pit, and found that there was nothing in the pit except the weasel den, so he said something to Wen Guangfang who was standing next to him. One sentence: "Let's fill this place up with a few!"

Anyway, there's nothing left, it's not a problem whether this hole is filled or not, it's just a casual sentence from Wen Xu here.

Throwing the matter out, Wen Xu quickly walked out of the cemetery with the coat containing the jar in one hand and the military shovel in the other. When he reached the door, Wen Xu turned around and called out a scum. Ken followed, so he didn't call out to it anymore, stepped on Erbai's back, and took the rein to prepare to go to the village.

I met more people on the way back this time, the fun is over! Back to the village in a bustling way, Wen Xu let Erbai go to graze, while she walked into the yard shirtless and carrying her things.

Shi Shangzhen happened to be at home at this time, and saw her husband come back with naked upper body, so he asked: "What are you doing here? Take a silver dollar and show off your figure along the way?"

"How can I work without sweating in this weather!" Wen Xu finished speaking and lifted the things in his hands to the couch.

The old Taoist was lying on the couch, with a pillow propped around his waist, fanning the three children who were taking a nap, when he heard Wen Xu speak, he immediately glared at him.

The old man's meaning is very clear, the three children are sleeping, so please speak softly.

Wen Xu smiled at the old Taoist, walked back to the house, and when he came out again, Wen Xu had already showered and changed his clothes.

When they returned to the courtyard, Shi Shangzhen had disappeared, and the three children had already woken up, and now each of them was holding Yuan Datou, listening to the old Taoist telling stories.

The old man is indeed well-informed, and what he is telling the three children now is the ins and outs of Yuan Datou, starting from Yuan Shikai's fortune and going on. The old man said that Wen Xu's understanding of Yuan Shikai was obtained from textbooks. It seems that there are twenty-one and other messy things, and Wen Xu can't remember clearly. Of course, the image of this old Yuan is not a positive one. . But what the old Taoist said seems to be different. There are mixed praises and criticisms for Yuan Shikai, and there are even elements of praise in it.

Wen Xu here doesn't care whether the old Taoist is objective or not, anyway, if it sounds interesting, just sit and listen, so Wen Xu made out his own small teapot, pulled the recliner to the side of the couch and listened to it with his three children Old way to tell stories.

The experienced ones know that the noodles are not covered. The most important thing is that the old-fashioned storytelling is so vivid that even a child can sit and listen to his stories, let alone an adult. It took a few hours.

After Shi Shangzhen returned to the courtyard, several people knew that it was time to eat.

Although the couple stayed with the old way, the old way went back to the ancestral hall.

Wen Xu packed up his things and cooked. The meal had just been put on the table, and the family hadn't had a few bites after sitting down. Over there, Wen Shigui and Wen Shijie entered the room together.

"Shixu, have you counted the silver dollars? How many are there?"

As soon as he entered the room, Wen Shigui opened his mouth and went straight to the point.

Wen Xu put down the bowl and stood up.

Seeing that Wen Xu was about to stand up, Wen Shigui hurriedly said, "It's not urgent for you to eat your meal!"

"Second brother, fourth brother, sit down and eat something?" Shi Shangzhen also put down the bowl, and greeted the two of them politely.

"Eat it, leave us alone, we just ate, and we were playing with the main score with a group of old professors." Wen Shigui pressed his hand at Shi Shangzhen, indicating that she is welcome.

"How about it?"

Now that it's here, Wen Xu just asked.

"The preservation is quite good, but they said that they couldn't hold it up several times and had to protect it. They also gave a suggestion, saying that it is best to remake and copy it again," Wen Shijie said.

"Where is Yuan Datou, how is it?"

Wen Shigui sat down, and after speaking, he found that the warm gown in front of him contained the three jars, so he stretched out his hand to untie it, and found that the three jars were still in good condition.

"Why haven't you counted yet?"

Wen Xu smiled and said: "What do you count it for, when the time comes, just give it back to others."

When Wen Shigui heard what Wen Xu said, he pondered for a while and smiled, "That's right! We don't need to move either!"

Wen Shijie seemed a little unhappy here: "We are determined to be gentlemen here, but I don't think so!"

Hearing what the fourth brother said, Wen Xu froze for a moment: "How do you say that?"

"The old man was afraid that we would steal his money, so he specially left a letter in the box, saying how many silver dollars he had buried, and how much Yingyang was worth!" Wen Shijie pursed his lips in dissatisfaction. Said.

"Hehe, this is also human nature," Wen Xu said with a haha.

"Where's the paper?"

"Except for the head-up piece, the poor-made paper is brittle and crumbles when touched, so how can it be preserved?" Wen Shigui said with a smile. ...

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