When they reached the entrance of the alley, Yu Lao turned around and handed over the money, and said seriously: "That fat guy just now has evil intentions. You must never interact with him in the future!"
"Oh, okay, thank you, Mr. Yu!"
Lu Yang nodded and asked Wei Zhixiu to take the money. When he saw Yu Lao turning to leave, he gently pulled his sleeve.
"Little baby," Mr. Yu turned around, looked at Lu Yang with a smile on his face in astonishment, and asked, "What's wrong?"
Seeing that few people around him were paying attention, Lu Yang took out a yellow book from his schoolbag, handed it over, and said, "Old sir, I don't know the appropriate price for this book, so I want to ask you for advice."
According to Lu Yang's shallow collection knowledge, books published before 1919 can be called ancient books, while those published after can only be called old books.
Lu Yang had previously told Liu Qiuhua that if there were ancient books published before 1919, especially if they were not engraving books printed with type, even the remaining pages must be kept.
However, this kind of book can only be picked up by luck, and it is rare to find one among tens of thousands of books. In addition to a few old books from the early Republic of China in very good condition, Lu Yang's schoolbag also has three volumes that are not printed with movable type, but are printed with stereotypes.
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Lu Yang has the best-looking volume among them. On the cover are written the commentary of Mr. Wu Zhifu, Collection of Han Hanlin, inscribed by a person from Shuizhu Village, and on the cover are the six words "Published by Wu Qiang and He".
Lu Yang didn't know the appropriate price for this book at all, but he estimated it could fetch several thousand yuan. At this time, it looked like Lao Yu was in good quality, so he planned to ask about the price.
When Mr. Yu saw the stereotypically printed cover, his mind immediately came up. He squinted and took it, looking through it carefully, muttering to himself.
"This is the collection of Han Hanlin! A collection of poems by Han Wo, a poet of the late Tang Dynasty. The woodcutter of Yushan is famous for not being attached to the powerful. This red printed edition in the late Qing Dynasty is rare."
After watching for a while, Mr. Yu raised his head, his originally hazy eyes became serious, and asked: "Little doll, do you really want to sell this?"
"Yeah!" Although Lu Yang didn't know why, he still nodded.
"Follow me," Mr. Yu handed the scroll back to Lu Yang this time, and then led the way.
Lu Yang and Wei Zhixiu followed Mr. Yu and walked back to the downtown street, bypassing Zhongshan Food Street, and then walked into a small alley.
Seeing him entering the building of Xinhua Bookstore, Lu Yang became more and more certain that this Yu Lao was indeed from Xinhua Bookstore.
I met people from time to time along the way, and Mr. Yu seemed to know most of them, smiling and saying hello.
Mr. Yu took the two of them to the third floor and pushed the door open. It was an office facing the street. There was no one else in the room.
"sit."
After Mr. Yu finished speaking, he went to find a teacup and a thermos and poured a cup of boiling water for each of them.
Lu Yang and Wei Zhixiu were sitting on the rattan sofa, holding teacups in their hands and looking at Mr. Yu obediently.
"Little girl," Yu Lao stood upright, his face became very serious, looked at the two of them, and asked the older Wei Zhixiu: "Tell Grandpa honestly, are you taking away the books collected by the adults at home?"
Steal it and sell it?"
"..."
Wei Zhixiu was stunned and her face turned pale. She didn't know where Lu Yang's book came from, and she was immediately frightened.
"Mr. Yu," Lu Yang quickly took Wei Zhixiu's hand, patted it again and again, and said helplessly: "You misunderstood..."
Then Lu Yang explained the origin of these books. He heard that it was because the third-tier factory was relocated and many people dealt with the books. These were picked from the garbage dump. Old Yu's face softened and he sat on the rattan sofa.
superior.
Lu Yang didn't say anything, just looked at Yu Lao.
"This can be regarded as a pearl that has been covered with dust, so just keep it with me for the time being!"
Mr. Yu's face was a little solemn, and he nodded and said: "Good boy, thank you, no matter what your reasons are, but you let these precious books be preserved, which is also a blessing for book lovers like us!"
Then Lu Yang took out all the books in his schoolbag and gave them to Mr. Yu for appraisal. Naturally, the engraving of Han Hanlin's collection had the highest price. Including other books, Mr. Yu gave a high price of 6,000 yuan in total.
In 1995, most people's monthly income was only a few hundred, and six thousand was already a huge sum of money. Naturally, Mr. Yu didn't have that much money around him. He went out for a trip, came back with a big envelope, and poured six thousand out of it.
Ten sheets, a thick stack of Four Great Men, were handed to Wei Zhixiu, whose hands were shaking all the time, and asked her to count them carefully and keep them close to her body.
Then Lu Yang politely asked Mr. Yu's name and learned that his name was Yu Mingyang. He also asked for some basic knowledge about old books and ancient books. He took down Mr. Yu's phone number and agreed that if he had old books in the future, he could contact Mr. Yu first and get them to him.
Come, even if Yu Lao doesn’t want the books, we can help them find buyers.
"Mr. Yu, do you know about stamps?" Lu Yang took out a piece of t58 Xinyou New Year chicken from his textbook and asked, "I also picked up some stamps from the garbage dump, and I also want to find a buyer."
Yu Mingyang shook his head and said he didn't understand this, but told Lu Yang that the postal market on the other side of Shangming Temple was the largest in Quanzhongshan. He also knew a friend who was often there and could introduce Lu Yang to take a look. Then he asked Lu Yang
Note down the name and phone number.
At around four o'clock in the afternoon, Lu Yang and Wei Zhixiu said goodbye to Yu Mingyang and left Xinhua Bookstore.
"Sister," Lu Yang hugged Wei Zhixiu while walking on the street, and asked with a smile: "I asked you to bring your ID card before going out, did you forget it?"
"Ah?" Wei Zhixiu was protecting the cloth bag containing the money. He didn't pay attention to Lu Yang's actions and hurriedly replied: "It's in the bag. What's wrong?"
It was the first time that she carried so much money with her. Wei Zhixiu was very scared at this time. She covered her cloth bag and looked carefully at the glances around her from time to time.
"Of course you go to the bank to save money," Lu Yang said with a smile, enjoying the envious looks from the old and young men around him: "I think you are almost dying of anxiety with so much money on you!"
Lu Yang was laughing and joking, and didn't care about Wei Zhixiu's shy and annoyed eyes. He hugged her and entered the Bank of China. He chose this place for convenience. The branch opposite the fifth group group was owned by the Bank of China.
Unlike later generations in 1995, you had to go to the bank to get your salary. Besides, it was not yet time to get off work, so the bank was empty at this time.
Wei Zhixiu had only entered a credit union before. It was the first time she entered such a luxurious bank. She was confused and overwhelmed. Lu Yang was familiar with it and helped her get a form from the counter and fill it out.
In fact, you don't need an ID card to open an account these days. It would take a few years for the real-name system to be implemented to prevent money laundering. But Lu Yang was worried that he would be rejected by the bank counter because he was too young.
Although Wei Zhixiu looked too young, it would be easier if he had his ID card.
Now that the house in Xinjiang has not been selected, Wei Zhixiu does not know the address and zip code of the family area of the Education Bureau. She can only watch blankly as Lu Yang quickly writes the address and zip code that she does not understand at all.
Sure enough, the bank clerk at the counter was surprised when she saw two children coming to deposit several thousand yuan.
Seeing the aunt's suspicious look on her face, Lu Yang was worried that she had called to report the police. However, perhaps because he saw the kind faces of the two of them, Wei Zhixiu still had his ID card in hand, so he still applied for a passbook, and this year's savings card.
Naturally, there is no such convenient thing.
Lu Yang only allowed five thousand yuan to be deposited. Although he didn't understand why, Wei Zhixiu, who was still awake at the moment, obediently left more than one thousand yuan.
After completing the formalities, Wei Zhixiu looked at the row of numbers on the passbook and seemed to wake up. He stared at Lu Yang with bright eyes and handed the passbook to him with both hands.
Lu Yang took the passbook, shook his head, and put it back into Wei Zhixiu's cloth bag.
"Sister, you will be my housekeeper from now on," Lu Yang hugged Wei Zhixiu, walked out of the bank, and asked softly in her ear: "Are you willing?"
The face of Lu Yang next to him was very serious, and the wonderful feeling of being trusted overflowed from his heart. Wei Zhixiu nodded slowly, seriously and heavily.
"Um!"
It was almost five o'clock at this time. Wei Zhixiu thought that he had to go to Grandpa Lu Yang's house quickly, but he didn't expect that Lu Yang pulled her into a crowd and then entered a gorgeously decorated department store.
At this time, the newest shopping mall in Chongshan is no longer the old store Chongshan Department Store. Since another state-owned enterprise group opened a new era department store, it has stolen the limelight of Chongshan Department Store.
The bright and elegant environment, enthusiastic and thoughtful service, and relatively new products made Luoyang paper expensive for a while, and by this time there were already people everywhere inside.
Lu Yang took Wei Zhixiu and took the time to go shopping, picked out a beautiful dress, and asked her to quickly change into the dressing room.
Wei Zhixiu originally thought that Lu Yang was buying a gift for her grandfather's relatives. Who would have thought that after putting it on, Lu Yang looked at it and nodded and asked the clerk to pay for it. Before she could figure out the situation, the clerk had already brought a small gift with a smile.
Tickets and a bag.
"Yang Yang," Wei Zhixiu's face turned red and she held Lu Yang's hand. In the bag were her old clothes. Seeing that she couldn't grab them, she stamped her feet anxiously: "I don't want this!"
"Sister," Lu Yang looked at the radiant Wei Zhixiu, shook his head with a smile on his face and said, "There is no time."
Then Lu Yang took the shy and annoyed Wei Zhixiu and bought another pair of flat leather sandals, but this time she refused to wear them.
Lu Yang didn't have time to persuade him now, so he took Wei Zhixiu around and bought small gifts such as leather bags.
Then Lu Yang took Wei Zhixiu out and turned left to buy some delicious pastries, and then hurried to take the bus.
The car drove away quickly, but the central area was more than an hour's drive from Grandpa Lu Yang's house. He now had a lot of time to comfort the embarrassed Wei Zhixiu.
"sister!"
Lu Yang calmed down with a playful smile. Seeing that Wei Zhixiu, who was wearing a pink dress, was unmoved, he had no choice but to restrain his smile.
Letting go of Wei Zhixiu's hand, Lu Yang looked out the window and said sincerely: "Actually, I just want you to give the best impression to my grandfather and his family!"
Hearing these words, Wei Zhixiu's heart moved. She glanced at Lu Yang secretly, and the shame in her heart seemed to fade a lot.
"Sister," seeing that he was no longer so angry, Lu Yang quickly grabbed Wei Zhixiu's hand, struck while the iron was hot, and said, "You just come to the door as my new wife!"
"What are you talking about?!"
Wei Zhixiu was so embarrassed that he threw Lu Yang's hand away and turned his head away, not daring to look at the evilly smiling young face again.
