On May 16, the Zepu was quiet and peaceful. Jiang Shiguang sat on the threshold of his home smoking a hookah, making a rumbling sound. Since April, the town has not become quiet. From time to time, foreign soldiers passed by the town, and even arrested people. He thought that he could avoid it if he could, so he returned to the village. There was the property of the Jiang family here, so he lived in his third son's house and was served by his daughter-in-law, so he was very comfortable.

My son went to the field to work, and my daughter-in-law was busy sitting for dinner. The weather was getting worse and worse, and more people were talking. The town officials and even the mansion would send people to collect grain. Sometimes the town had to collect grain, and the mansion would also collect one. In addition, bandits and passing troops were all masters. Recently, I heard that the government was arresting the Communist Party and killed many people. I just hope that their defeated soldiers would not pass by the town.

Jiang Shiguang was thinking about it, and the water hookah was smoking even louder. He was thinking about when he would go back to the town, and another group of children started arguing from afar.

The old man stood up and paused the hookah to the ground, and said, "What a good day, these small operas are not going to study, and they are still playing there. Don't you take the exam for your fame and fortune?" He then walked forward, as if he wanted to persuade him.

Jiaxing has always had a style of studying. There were 27 people in the Weishi Department in the Ming and Qing dynasties (the top scholar, the second prize, the second prize, the third prize, the Chuanlu). Jiang Shiguang also studied in a private school when he was young, which was built by the clan. Unfortunately, he was not attracted by the teacher and did not continue to study. Although he is old now, he is even more unfamiliar with the trick of not studying. He held a hookah in one hand, lifted up his robe with the other hand, patted it twice before walking towards the entrance of the village.

Huang Xuan was surrounded by a group of children at this moment. If he was a trained plane traveler, there were countless ways to deal with such a situation, but Huang Xuan didn't know these and couldn't move his steps awkwardly.

Because in order to save energy, Lorraine threw all the zippers on him on P112. Now Huang Xuan not only dressed strangely, but also had his clothes in a flake, like a beggar, and his pants even opened in the middle. A group of children laughed at this scene, and surrounded him after a while.

It was time to go to the ground. Although it was not busy farming, there were not many people in the village. The villagers who occasionally came out could not control these many children. Most of them gathered around and watched Huang Xuan jokes. It was not until Jiang Shiguang arrived that the group of boys dispersed.

Jiang Shiguang looked at Huang Xuan with a scrutiny. He was a young man with a white face. His nails were clean and he had no calluses that often worked. Although his clothes were torn, they were cleaned up in addition to the dusty eyes and slight stains. The materials of the clothes seemed to be somewhat similar to the foreign shops in the county. Although his expression was a little unnatural, he was more angry than his peers in the village. Old Man Jiang was not a person who had seen big scenes, but in his opinion, this look of hope rarely appeared on the mud legs.

Thinking of this, Jiang Shiguang bowed half a bow and said with respect: "Is this gentleman a bandit? Do you have no family around?"

Although the Xinhai Revolution has ended for more than ten years, the bandit problem has not been resolved from beginning to end of the Republic of China, and the lives of villagers are closely related to bandits. Jiangjia Village is no exception. In addition to building a village to protect itself, it is inevitable to deal with bandits. However, when the village is close to Zepu, there will be no large number of bandits. He asked this, and wanted to know where the people are coming from now.

After a group of wild children ran away, Huang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief. Seeing someone asking, he also learned to bow and said, "I am separated from my family and want to find a store to live in. I don't know where it is?"

"It's not near the main road here." Jiang Shiguang handed the water hookah to his left hand and walked over and said, "If you want to stay, just live in my house, and the house is empty."

Huang Xuan didn't refuse, but he smiled and replied, "I'm sorry to you."

"Nothing hassle." Jiang Shiguang led the way and said, "The countryside is big, so no one can be inconvenient."

From childhood to adulthood, Huang Xuan has participated in such conversations a lot and is very skilled. Although the times have changed and polite words have gradually changed, the central meaning is nothing more than talking nonsense. When dealing with it, Huang Xuan relaxed. To the old man of the Jiang family, this is more like a rich child from another place. He was not familiar with the local customs and habits, but he was still well-educated. These four-word comments are enough to stay in a hotel for free in Jiaxing.

The ancestral tomb of the Jiang family was located. The mansion of that year looked a little old, but it had not yet reached a dilapidated point. The main house in the center of the village was built with blue bricks, with tiles at least two palms wide, extending long from the front of the vermilion gate. The front of the main gate was "Haichang Jiang Family Bingshe', and the stone head and stone-carved couplet "Wancang Mountain connects to Hubei, and the peak of the Xijian West".

The handwriting is very good, better than many literati people Huang Xuan saw in his grandfather. Huang Xuan felt a little moved and his lips moved slightly and said, "Can you check this?"

"No problem." Without interference from the same level of base, Lorraine could hear everything he wanted to hear. He replied, "It takes a connection to the network to search for information, which is a waste of energy."

"I will connect to you when I go back." Huang Xuan comforted him while following Jiang Shiguang.

Seeing Huang Xuan noticed his ancestral home, Jiang Shiguang slowed down and said, "In the past ten years, all the books collected by the Jiang family were placed here. In order to transport these calligraphy and paintings, there were dozens of ships." As he said that, he raised his chin.

Jiaxing has always had a style of collecting books. It began roughly in the Southern Song Dynasty and flourished in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Although it declined after Xianfeng, in the consciousness of the villagers, farming and reading and passing on the family books are almost inevitable. The so-called wealthy families cannot miss a library, and the Jiang family is a family that meets these many elements.

Huang Xuan satisfied Jiang Shiguang's vanity with a slightly surprised but reserved smile. At this time, news from Lorraine also came: "This building should be Xijian Caotang, where Jiang's Jiang Guangying's collection of books is located. According to standard history, he stored all the books here about 10 years ago, and later it should have moved back to Yanfen Caotang."

"Are those books valuable?" Huang Xuan looked at the ancient houses around him, and he was a little obsessed with it. If he wanted to continue to shuttle through the plane, he needed funds to buy energy.

Lorraine paused for a moment, as if searching for information, and then said: "According to information, there should be 100,000 books, but according to standard history, these books will be donated to the Chinese government in the 1950s."

"Isn't that going to be a mistake?"

"No, although rare and rare books are rare, they are not just lonely books. Even if they are lonely books, they cannot guarantee that they are really unique in the world. However, the owner of the Jiang family cherishes books and will probably take a lot of trouble to buy these books." Lorraine's speech became more and more humane, and her words became more and more accurate. However, Huang Xuan also put his spirit on those books and said with some frustration: "I originally wanted to transport some books back."

The so-called scholars love books, and poor scholars like to copy books and aim at thousands of books. The requirements of wealthy scholars are even higher. Not only do they require content, but they also hope to get some lonely books in China and rare rare books. Therefore, since the Song Dynasty, valuable books have been getting higher and higher. As far as Huang Xuan knows, the more than ten old books hidden in his father's study were worth millions, and the old man at home is even more exaggerated. He once exchanged a painting of Zhang Daqian for a Song-engraved small-character version, and shouted that he had made money. Thinking of this, Huang Xuan felt itchy again.

Seeing that Jiang Shiguang was still intoxicated by the vanity just now, Huang Xuan whispered to Luo Lin: "Then do you think, no one sells books nearby?"

"The information is insufficient, but according to analysis, since Xianfeng, Jiaxing's library has been mostly dilapidated. As long as there is enough funds, it should be able to acquire a lot of books. But there are still some problems."

“What’s the problem?”

"Although books are vulnerable and plane travel does not consider their preservation methods, 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 should not exceed 5 kg."
Chapter completed!