The days in winter always pass very short. Just around five o'clock in the afternoon, the sky outside gradually became dark. Looking out through the transparent glass door, the streets that had just been cleaned in the morning were paved again. There was a thick layer of snow, and the white snow on the ground looked very dazzling in the darkness.
Zhuang Rui let out a long breath and carefully placed the old and almost falling apart book in his hand on the coffee table in front of him. To be precise, this should be a manuscript written by an ancient person. After a rough look, Zhuang Rui could It is certain that this is a note from a predecessor, and it should be from the early Qing Dynasty, because the reign names of Emperors Kangxi and Shunzhi appear many times in the manuscript, and the words in Xiangzu's penmanship on the cover, if Zhuang Rui did not If you guess wrong, it should be the font of the note. Due to damage, only half of the font is left.
The preservation of this manuscript is not very good. In the first half of the manuscript, there is obvious mildew caused by insects, sweat, oil stains, dust, etc. Many fonts have become blurred and difficult to read. The quality of the book is quite good, but the language is written in classical Chinese, which is obscure and difficult to understand, and Zhuang Rui doesn't recognize many traditional Chinese characters, so he can only guess and read it, but he can understand the general meaning. Its content covers a wide range of topics and is mostly about the author weighing his opinions and expressing his personal feelings.
The last few pages of the manuscript were all poems, mostly seven-character quatrains. However, Zhuang Rui felt a little depressed because when he was in school, Zhuang Rui was a bit partial to science. He was strong in science but weak in liberal arts. As for poetry, he was a bit depressed. I can't tell whether the poems on the manuscript are good or bad, even if it's noon on a hoeing day, or there's a bright moonlight in front of the window, although there is a red seal in seal script below the poems on the next few pages. However, Zhuang Rui didn't recognize those seal characters, and he couldn't find out the author's origin from them.
With a quick glance, Zhuang Rui saw Liu Chuan, who was struggling with the computer with his teeth clenched. He stood up and walked over, pushing Liu Chuan aside. Then he quit the game directly, opened the web page and entered the word "Baidu", and clicked on it. After pressing Enter, I waited for a long time, but found that the page could not be opened on my computer.
"I'm talking about rogue, your computer can't access the Internet?" Zhuang Rui turned to ask Liu Chuan beside him.
"Online? What Internet? How? By the way, I heard they said you can play games online, but I don't know how." Liu Chuan scratched his head. Apparently this question was too profound for him. .
"Damn it, if you don't have access to the Internet, why would you buy a computer? It's like sticking a green onion in a pig's nose and pretending to be an elephant."
Zhuang Rui couldn't help but uttered a curse word. He said that he was too cruel to buy something that cost more than 10,000 yuan several times. This guy only bought it to play games, and he was still playing such low-level games.
"There are several shops on this street that have bought it. If you don't buy it, don't you let others look down on you? We can't lose this job. By the way, wood, how do you get on the Internet?
Come on, do it for me. Let's go online. I heard some of them say that playing games online is very exciting. There is a game called Legend, which is very popular. Those birdies often brag about it in front of me. , now my brothers can get in too."
When Liu Chuan heard Zhuang Rui talking about surfing the Internet, he became energetic. Usually he wanted to save face and always lived on the same street. He was too embarrassed to ask the owners of several nearby shops. Now that he heard that Zhuang Rui understood this, Pulling Zhuang Rui and insisting that he go online now.
"Go ahead. If you want to go online, you have to go to the telecommunications office to activate the Internet first. You've never been to an Internet cafe before." Zhuang Rui replied, dumbfounded.
"Oh, I have a lot of leisure this year during the Chinese New Year. I don't have time to go to Internet cafes. Do you think the money is so easy to make? By the way, Momo, why do you want to go online?" Liu Chuan heard that he can't access the Internet now.
, I was immediately discouraged, and then I remembered to ask Zhuang Rui why he wanted to go online.
"There are some poems in this manuscript. I don't know who wrote them. I want to check online to see who the author of this manuscript is...".
In fact, Zhuang Rui just wanted to call Uncle De, but after thinking about it, he held back. He had never cared about this before, but now it's better. He went to ask for advice one after another, which would inevitably arouse Uncle De's suspicion, so he wanted to find out this first.
It would be easier to find out the author of the manuscript and then inquire about the price of the author's work. Although he can no longer absorb the spiritual energy from this manuscript, it still cost 20,000 yuan to buy it. Zhuang Rui is also a bit fleshy.
pain.
Liu Chuan was not even interested in poetry or anything like that. He thought about it and said, "Ask my mother. She taught history before she retired. She should know. Let's not go to the sauna at night and go to my house for dinner."
It was okay to stay in the store. The two tidied up, pulled down the rolling shutter door, and got into Liu Chuan's car. However, Zhuang Rui took the cigarette he brought to Liu Chuan. In his words, it was a sign of filial piety to the old man.
Yes, you kid, don’t even think about it.
Liu Chuan's family lives in a dormitory building built by the Public Security Bureau in the early years. Now it has been bought out and turned into a private house. The house has three bedrooms and two living rooms, with an area of more than 100 square meters. It is larger than Zhuang Rui's house. Liu Chuan's father also
I am not retired, I am the deputy director of a certain branch of the Public Security Bureau, I am very busy all day long, and I am not at home.
Liu Chuan's mother, like Zhuang's mother, had retired when she was in her 50s. She was usually at home alone. When her godson Zhuang Rui left, she was extremely happy and had to prepare dinner while busy.
After dinner was cooked, Liu's father also came back. He already knew about Zhuang Rui's stay in Shanghai from Zhuang's mother. He talked to Zhuang Rui to praise him, and by the way, he took his son who was not doing his job all day long under his education. Liu Chuan was angry at the side.
His teeth were itching, so he quickly complained and revealed that Zhuang Rui spent 20,000 yuan to buy a shabby book.
Father Liu and Mother Liu were just a little surprised when they heard this. They went over to read the book and asked a few questions before saying anything else. They all knew that Zhuang Rui had been very independent since he was a child and generally did not spend money arbitrarily.
Yes, Liu’s mother went to the study room to check information for Zhuang Rui. Liu Chuan looked dumbfounded and then burst into tears. He thought that he had spent more than 10,000 yuan to buy a computer, but his mother was holding it by the ear.
It took a whole day of education.
After dinner, Zhuang Rui was sent home by the resentful Liu Chuan with satisfaction. Not only did he enjoy a meal, but the most important thing was that the book "Biographies of Qing Dynasty" that his godmother found had this
A record of several poems, this book is now in Zhuang Rui's hand, ready to go home and read it slowly.
Withdrawing 20,000 yuan and throwing it to Liu Chuan, Zhuang Rui kicked the guy who was complaining to his mother out of the house, and then told his mother that he bought the manuscript today. Zhuang's mother knew
His son worked in a pawn shop and often came into contact with some antique calligraphy and paintings. He didn't say anything, but told Zhuang Rui to be careful in the future and be careful not to be deceived by others.
After dealing with his mother, Zhuang Rui hid in his room and carefully placed the manuscript and the couplets left by his grandfather in a wooden box. The wooden box left by his grandfather was made of camphor wood.
In ancient times, it was specially used to preserve calligraphy, paintings and some rare ancient books. If this manuscript had been stored in a camphor wood box, it would never be as dilapidated as it is now.
After cleaning up, Zhuang Rui got into bed and opened the "Biography of Qing Dynasty Figures" he got from his godmother.
PS: So what, I just took a look at the recommendation votes, and it was actually 250. Kuanghan, we won’t do 250. Brothers, raise your hands and throw in some recommendation votes. Uh, I’ll add it to your collection. Those who don’t like the word count can raise it first.
Also, thank you to Brother Youer and Brother Tianyun for the reward, thank you!!!
