Zhou Shuming's brows frowned tightly, the so-called gold in troubled times and antiques in prosperous times. In 1927, only sixteen years have passed since the Revolution of 1911, the bones of the scholars who used to sell goods to the emperor's family were not cold. Today, a gun and a bag of rice are more realistic than a book. The rare books worth a thousand years ago, the collection of calligraphy and paintings has fallen all the way, and dilapidated library buildings are everywhere. Some unworthy descendants even sold them to waste paper.

Zhou Shuming spent only 4,000 oceans to cheat the twelve books in front of him. After 40 years ago, even his old juren master would definitely be willing to spend a thousand stones of rice to exchange. Thinking of this, Zhou Shuming took a mouthful of tea and raised his eyebrows to Huang Xuan and said, "If Mr. Huang is not satisfied, you can find some more, but please leave the grain in the warehouse for a few more days."

"Just one day." Huang Xuan arrogantly stretched out a finger and said, "I have limited time and can't wait for so many days. He said, lit the last box and said, "You can also bring back these two books from the Spring and Autumn Period of the Song Dynasty. In this way, plus the book written by Emperor Lao Shizi, there are a total of 6 books. You can go to the warehouse to bring 900 stones of grain, or 1,500 silver dollars each. Is it okay?"

Huang Xuan’s price is calculated at 12 yuan per stone. On the market, the price of brown rice per stone has increased by 18 yuan. Zhou Shuming is naturally willing to ask for food. The corner of his mouth buzzed and closed it again. Only those with food have the right to speak. He understood in his heart and bowed and said, "In this case, I will transport the food back first. Mr. Huang, please wait for good news."

After a few words, he talked about me again. Huang Xuan sneered, gathered the books in the boxes together, and walked out the door first.

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There was an idiot from the capital who bought rare books at ten times the market price and spread from Zepu at the speed of plane travel. In an instant, it spread throughout Jiaxing Prefecture, Haiyan, Pinghu, and Haining counties, which can be called the library of China. In this turbulent era, such news was deliberately magnified by countless people.

"Do you know? I heard that the price of books is about to rise, and those with ancient books are about to develop!"

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"It is said that the National Government is going to build a library, just like the one who learns from foreigners. The money you spend on buying books can buy hundreds of thousands of guns."

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"It seems that foreigners want to buy antiques from China, but my fellow villager said he had seen several ships."

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Huang Xuan could only stay for 3 days. From the afternoon, people came one after another to ask for Huang Xuan. Jiang Yisheng was the only one by his side, and he could not stop the crowd at all. He had no choice but to ask Manager Zhu for help. On the other hand, although there were many people coming, they were mostly trying to take the chance, and even had no shortage of wild ways to make a fortune. The Zhu family was worried that something might happen and wanted to invite Huang Xuan into the city, but he refused. He met the people for six or seven hours and finally gave out all the food and most of the money.

In the end, the owners of several shops were rich in financial resources. I don’t know where they found so many rare books. Huang Xuan himself was already confused and could only mechanically follow Lorraine’s valuation. He chose another 5 books with difficulty, leaving only more than a hundred oceans for use.

The rustling sound of cleaning came from the open warehouse, and Huang Xuan looked at Jiang Yisheng again. The taciturn middle-aged man was still wearing a shabby blue cloth shirt and was carefully patched on his cuffs.

The book was already in hand, and Huang Xuan was about to go home. When he was about to leave, he suddenly felt a little regretful that he could not take a good look at this magical era. He just didn't know if there was still a chance in the future. Lorraine's teleportation function was too backward, and it was impossible to come back deliberately.

"Uncle." Huang Xuan packed up all the last silver dollars, and carefully wrapped the book in yellow silk, and then he said to Jiang Yisheng with plastic surgery: "I've been bothering you these two days, I'm really sorry."

Jiang Yisheng rubbed his hands at a loss and whispered: "Young Master Huang is polite..."

"Everyone said, don't call me Mr. Huang." In the past two days, all the well-known merchants in the town have come to see Huang Xuan. Jiang Yisheng was a little in awe of him. He began to call him Mr. Huang as everyone called him Mr. Huang. Huang Xuan didn't say anything at first. Now he was leaving. He shook his head and said, "Uncle Jiang, I'm leaving tonight. There are still some silver dollars left here, even if it's the remuneration for the past two days.

Jiang Yisheng was so excited that he didn't know where to put his hand. He said loudly: "How is this good, how is this good."

"That's it, thank Mr. Jiang on my behalf." Huang Xuan said and walked out of the room. When Jiang Yisheng wanted to thank him and chased him out, he saw only a white light flashing.

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Huang Xuan returned directly to the pavilion in the backyard, naked, with only the yellow silk cloth on his hands being wrapped around. He looked around with nostalgia and said dissatisfiedly: "Lorraine, you don't have to save so much, don't even teleport my clothes?"

"In order to control the time you leave P112 within 24 hours, a lot of energy has been consumed, and the consumption must be controlled to ensure the normal operation of the base."

Lorraine's plain words made Huang Xuan feel kind. If he could have another fig leaf on his body, he would definitely thank Lorraine. But the facts are the facts. Huang Xuan looked at the sky outside, and it should be dawn. He looked at the 11 books in his hand and finally made a decision.

In order to protect human cultural heritage, he decided to wrap books in silk and go out naked...

In fact, it was not too far from the pavilion to the bedroom, Huang Xuan comforted himself like this.

"Remember to replenish energy." Lorraine left a cold sentence and disappeared into the void. Only Huang Xuan himself, who was turning on the computer and mobile phone, desperately determining the era he was in so as not to be sent to an unknown plane by an unscrupulous machine. It is said that there was such a thing in history. Well, according to Lorraine, what an honest child.

The yard was quiet, only the kitchen in the annex building was still on, and the chef should be making breakfast. So it wasn't time for parents to go to work, Huang Xuan quietly checked it out and took out a box that he used to buy books, put in one book worth tens of millions of yuan in his hand, and put yellow silk in between each book, and finally took out the top book "The Northern Song Dynasty Guardian Documents", wrapped it in a pillow, and placed it in a single box.
Chapter completed!