Xia Houyan's eyes almost straightened, "What do you mean?"
Mu Lingbo was leisurely flipping through "The Book of Bailu", the cover of the book had turned yellow.
The biggest difference between this ancient book and other books is that it is entirely made of cowhide, so even after more than a hundred years, the contents of the pages are still clear. It is just that every page is hard due to drying over time.
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"I spared you 150,000 gold. Let this be your thank you gift." She said casually, "Although it has no special value, it is still something that people want to return and don't want... Well, it's difficult to do so."
"Do you know what this is?" Xia Houyan's voice was trembling, as if he had encountered an unreasonable robber. "Do you know the value of the authentic "Book of Bailu"?"
Mu Lingbo smiled nonchalantly, "Don't be like this. Incomplete things are usually worth a discount. So that you won't have to run for your life to avoid debts next time you sell them... We are all friends, how can I bear to see you like this?
It’s miserable.”
Mu Xiaobao tilted his head, "Mother, Uncle Xiahou looks very sad."
"No, he was moved."
"Because of us?"
"Of course!"
Mu Xiaobao looked at Xia Houyan and said sincerely, "Uncle Xia Hou, you're welcome."
Xia Houyan was unwilling to give up, and the hand holding the folding fan trembled slightly because he was too sad, "This book is really more than 150,000 gold... Otherwise, I'd better return the money to you, and I'll sell the book to you cheaper."
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"Don't bother me. You give me money, and I will give you money again. How troublesome." Mu Lingbo flipped through the pages without looking at Xia Houyan's expression. "That's it."
Xia Houyan rolled his eyes again, "If you like antiques, I actually have other ones. What's there to read in this book? I have a five-hundred-year-old antique vase."
"Don't you remember what Xiaobao said? We are wandering all the way, so it is inconvenient to carry a bottle. If it breaks, Xiaobao and I will cry our eyes out." Mu Lingbo disagreed.
"Then I still have the blue steel sword from three hundred years ago."
Mu Lingbo sighed softly and magically took out the only ice blade she carried with her. "I'm very lazy. It would be too heavy to carry a long sword. You see, this kind of sword doesn't take up much space and is not tiring to carry."
That’s my style.”
"What about the peerless paintings from six hundred years ago?" Xia Houyan salivated, "There is only one scroll rolled up, and it is definitely as light as the "Book of Bailuo"."
Mu Lingbo shook his head in disgust, "Look at me, a vulgar person like me, I'm not good at reading calligraphy and painting. I'm simply too literary, don't do it."
"I still have a blood jade bracelet from five hundred years ago."
“No tacky accessories.”
"There is also a furnace cauldron from eight hundred years ago."
"This still works???"
"Or the Bodhi beads from six hundred years ago."
"If you don't have faith, you don't need it."
"..."
Mu Lingbo has almost finished reading "The Book of Bailu".
"None of the things you mentioned are what I want." Mu Lingbo closed the book and said, "We are going to have a rest. Goodbye Mr.
Lots of opportunities to make money.”
"But...you are just robbing me!"
Mu Xiaobao put his head in and said, "Uncle, don't be too moved. We don't encounter everyone who just grabs a useless book."
When Xia Houyan was anxious, a servant quietly approached outside the door and said, "Master, the old lady... I'm looking for you to come back."
Xia Houyan immediately shook his folding fan in a serious manner, "Just say that my old friend Mr. Yun is here and I will go back later."
