Red Merry

('Xue Xiang suddenly opened his eyes. Is a small tree eight years ago still a small tree eight years later? I am afraid it has already flourished, and the twisted upper part of the trunk must have been covered by dense branches, leaves and branches. Get up, and you will feel a crooked neck from a distance. Xue Xiang ordered Kang Tong to get closer and observe the upper part of the trunk. Sure enough, after a few minutes, Xue Xiang found the crooked neck tree back then It turned out that the small tree with the thickness of an arm has grown to the thickness of the mouth of the sea bowl, and the lush branches and branches spread out to wrap the upper part of the whole tree into a huge ball, which looks like a cloud from a distance. There is still a trace of crooked neck.

The crooked neck tree is not far from Xue Xiang's parking lot, about ten meters away.Xue Xiang remembered that the box was buried three or four meters northeast of the tree.Xue Xiang beckoned Kang Tong to follow, and the two waved their shovels to dig. The excavated soil exuded a musty and earthy smell, and they continued digging without covering their noses.In about ten minutes, Kang Tong's shovel dug something hard. It was obvious that the shovel had touched the box. Xue Xiang hurried over, and the two dug together.The box was not buried deep at the time, but after so many years, the soil layer on it was only a little thicker. Soon, the two men lifted the box up.

Xue Xiang peeled off the soil on the box with a shovel, and the scorched area at the bottom of the box was revealed. The box is still well preserved, except that the color is a little yellow.The box used by the old professor is obviously not made of ordinary wood. It has been buried in the soil for so many years, and there is still no trace of insect bites.Xue Xiang opened the box carefully, only to find that lying inside was still a painting he had seen eight years ago, three books, and two porcelain bottles.Neither the books nor the pictures were damaged, because they were not buried deep enough to be soaked by moisture.The porcelain vases are not as well preserved as before, and one of them has been broken. I think it was broken when I pushed the box into the pit with my partner.Xue Xiang didn't care about his distress, took out the cloth bag and opened it, and told Kang Tong to put everything in the box, including the broken porcelain pieces.After packing the things, the two buried the wooden box in the pit again and covered it with the soil dug out.

After packing up their things, the two set off on their way home.

An hour later, Xue Xiang sat in Kang Tong's room in a daze. He was so shocked that he couldn't believe what he saw was real.If the contents of the box were to leak out, there would be an uproar.

It was only two o'clock in the morning when Xue Xiang and Kang Tong arrived at home.Xiao Shi must be sleeping soundly. Going back to his room, it was obviously inconvenient to check the results, so Xue Xiang took the things to Kang Tong's room.

Kang Tong was not interested in these antiques, and a few guns would be more or less the same, so he took off his clothes and went to bed, and fell asleep with his head covered.Xue Xiang carefully put the cloth bag on the desk, untied the tie of the cloth bag, and took out the contents of the bag one by one, leaving only broken porcelain pieces.Xue Xiang first checked the three thread-bound books. As soon as he opened the title page of the first book, an envelope fell out of it. The envelope was very thick. He opened the envelope and opened the letter paper.The words on the letter paper were written with a pen, and the handwriting was a little yellow, but the calligraphy was very skillful.He started to read it under the desk lamp, and after reading it, he froze there.

The owner of the letter is the old professor, and the writing of the letter is also written in the form of a will.In his letter, he introduced in detail the identity of the things in the box, how he got them, and because of the ZZ climate at that time, he dared not and could not hand in these things. In addition, he really liked these things and hoped that they would be handed over by himself. The donor, who is already dying, keeps it, and after a hundred years, the school's funeral committee will hand over these things to the country.

Xue Xiang knew from the old professor's letter that he had really dug up a cultural treasure house today.The painting on silk is "Han Xizai Night Banquet" by Gu Hongzhong of the Southern Tang Dynasty. This painting is one of the top ten famous paintings handed down in China, and the Palace Museum only preserves a copy of the Song Dynasty.One of the two porcelain vases is Jun porcelain from the five famous kilns, and the other is azure-glazed porcelain from the legendary Chai kiln.Jun Porcelain is extremely precious, known as "a family with ten thousand pieces is not as good as one piece of Jun Porcelain", and the Porcelain of Chai Kiln is limited to legends, and none of them has been handed down from generation to generation. The world only knows it from the descriptions in ancient books. Chai kiln porcelain is characterized by "green as the sky, bright as a mirror, thin as paper, and sound like a chime".Xue Xiang is a fan of literary and entertainment, but he doesn't know how to distinguish porcelain, he just knows the characteristics of these things from the heart of the old professor.Knowing the preciousness of the wood kiln, he hurriedly looked at the double-flower ear vase on the table, and saw that the bottle was as thin as paper, and when he tapped it lightly, there was a pleasant sound, which fit the characteristics of the wood kiln porcelain. , For a moment, I was determined, thinking that the one in the bag was Jun porcelain. Although it was a pity that Jun porcelain was broken, it was nothing compared to chai kiln porcelain.

The above three national treasures and Chinese treasures are not the reason for Xue Xiang's stupefaction. Although these things are almost legends, they are not as shocking as those three books brought to Xue Xiang.

Those three books are actually Cao Xueqin's manuscript "Dream of Red Mansions" 120 complete editions! ! !

Although Xue Xiang is not a red fan, he also knows that if these three books are really the complete version of Cao Gong's manuscript "Dream of Red Mansions", it will be a big sensation if it gets out. sensation.Of course, Xue Xiang was not so stupid, he went to hit the gun, he was just curious, didn't Mr. Cao not finish writing the last forty chapters?How could there be manuscripts for the last forty chapters.The old professor's letter only stated that the book was obtained from Da Nei, and that his father bought it from an old eunuch during the Gengzi Incident, and that it was the fourth revision of the manuscript by Duke Cao.Xue Xiang thought that in later generations, Cao Gong said that "adding and deleting five times, and reading it for ten years". If it is not finished, is it necessary to add, delete, and revise?He didn't bother to guess whether it was true or not, and couldn't wait to see how the last forty chapters of these three books were written.

Xue Xiang took out one of them and looked at it carefully. The whole book was wrapped in a blue hard shell. When he opened the blue hard shell, the first page was the title page of the manuscript. On the title page was written only a stone note in regular script. , opened the pages of the book, and saw that the pages were covered by a thin layer of transparent skin, and the writing on the book could be clearly seen through the thin skin. The force penetrates the back of the paper, as if to write all the dissatisfaction and grief in my chest.After Xue Xiang admired the calligraphy, he began to look at the content of the book. He saw "No. 40 once, the tea in Yuancui'an has plum blossoms and snow, and the female locust in Yihongyuan". Notes and revisions are filled in the gaps in lower case, and the entire page looks very crowded.It turned out that Xue Xiang took the second book, and he opened the other two, and only started reading when he found the third book.During this reading, Dongfang turned pale, and it was not until the big rooster raised by Grandma Wang in the courtyard crowed that Xue Xiang was pulled back from the book.

Xue Xiang raised his watch, it was already ten past six.Xue Xiang was full of emotion and anger at this time, and he was convinced that these three books must be Cao Gong's manuscripts.In the book, Baoyu did not take the imperial examination, and Jia's mansion was not revived.Even if these cannot be completely proved to be created by Cao Gong, the biggest evidence is the poems in the last forty chapters. It has not been published by the predecessors and has not been seen by later generations, which is enough to prove that this is the original manuscript created by Duke Cao.

While Xue Xiang sighed, he also had to admire his luck.Wherever these treasures are placed, they are enough to shock the world, but they are acquired by themselves.Xue Xiang didn't intend to hand it in now, he didn't even think about handing it in. The treasures naturally belong to the virtuous and the predestined, so he naturally classified himself as the virtuous first-class in his heart.What's more, he knows the virtues of the Zijin Museum in later generations, not to mention that it will drill holes and collect fakes. What's more hateful is that the staff of the museum will steal the cultural relics in the museum and sell them.He didn't worry about handing over these treasures to those people.

Xue Xiang took a clean towel and wiped the body of the chai kiln porcelain carefully. After wiping it clean, he found a cardboard box, put a thick cotton cover inside, and carefully put the porcelain bottle in.After putting away the porcelain vase, Xue Xiang found a clean sheet, wrapped the silk painting in the sheet, and put it in a cardboard box.

Xue Xiang carefully held the cardboard box, took the three books and the cloth bag containing the shards of Jun porcelain, and went back to his room.He gently pushed the door open with his foot, and after entering the door, he used his foot to hook the door again without making a sound.He stuffed the cardboard box under the bed, put the three books in the bottom drawer of the desk and pressed them down.He carefully placed the cloth bag containing Jun porcelain behind the door, fearing that the force would make the pieces even more broken, and the start-up funds for dumping antiques depended entirely on it.

After placing these treasures, Xue Xiang went out to the Red Star Canteen to buy five catties of meat buns, three catties of fried dough sticks and a small bucket of soy milk.Last time I bought three catties of steamed stuffed buns and two catties of fried dough sticks, but I didn't have enough to eat. This time there was an extra Kang Tong, so the quantity had to be increased even more.It was already [-]:[-] when I bought the breakfast, there was movement in Xiaowan and Xiaoyi's room, and Xiaoshi in his own room seemed to be sleeping soundly.Xue Xiang went back to the room to wake up the little guy. The little guy writhed on the bed, humming and refusing to get up. Xue Xiang coaxed him for a long time to no avail.He turned around and left the room, and after a while, he turned back again, with a big meat bun in his hand, and ate it as he walked, his mouth was full of oil, and he said to the little guy vaguely: "They are all eating, I didn’t buy many steamed buns today, I heard that the little one likes to sleep and won’t eat big meat buns, they are just happy.”

The little guy saw Xue Xiang eating steamed buns, and the smell of meat from afar wafted into his little nose, and he was long gone from sleep.Hearing what Xue Xiang said at this moment, he immediately became anxious, and yelled for Xue Xiang to go to his sister's room quickly and help her get her clothes and shoes, and then yelled "save some for me" outside the door.The little guy had a nervous look on his face, for fear that he would be late and would not have anything to eat.Xue Xiang brought the clothes for her. The little guy asked Xue Xiang to put on the top for her, and she put on the bottom by herself, saying that it would be faster to wear it this way.Xue Xiang had no choice but to follow her instructions. Who calls someone a hegemonic country, who has a nuclear weapon-Jindouer.Unexpectedly, it would be even slower for the two of them to dress together. When Xue Xiang lifted her arm, the little guy was lifting his feet to put on his pants, but his body was uncoordinated and he almost fell on the bed. The little guy immediately constricted his mouth and was about to launch a nuclear bomb .

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