Qingben beauty

Chapter 69
The house was originally supposed to be a wing room, and it was probably intended to expand the area, so the front of the main room was enclosed with wooden boards.

A big window was opened in the house facing the patio. At this moment, the window was wide open, and the bright spring light shone in, illuminating half of the house.

Uncle was there in the sunshine, trying his best to pick up a pile of book papers placed on the big desk in front of the window.

Seeing us walk to the door, he froze for a moment, let go of his hand and said, "That's right, it's more convenient for you to come and see."

I looked at the pile of books and papers, frowned unconsciously, and said in a low voice, "This one, it's not good to use as a butt wiper, is it?"

Because I don't know how to keep them, it's been a long time, and those books and papers have been completely yellowed and brittle, and my uncle has broken them a little.

However, there is plenty of light here. Even if it is so dilapidated, I can clearly see at a glance that most of the piles of paper are used for calligraphy practice, and those books are also books published after liberation.

However, there are indeed fragments of ancient books and rare books in the few sheets he was holding in front of him, as well as the pile he carried out just now.

"Hey, you girl, what are you talking about!" Uncle glared and said angrily.

I also stared back, and made a gesture to let go of grandma's hand to go outside.

"Not these." Grandma grabbed my hand and said to uncle: "Go out, there is food in the kitchen, you go and get dressed first, and eat."

Uncle snorted, and wanted to say something else, when a gust of wind blew in from the outside, he was only wearing a jacket, which hadn't been buttoned up yet, and when the wind blew, he shivered and ran into the back room with his arms folded, running When I got to the door, I turned around and said, "I need to buy at least ten copies!"

I snorted softly, let go of grandma's hand completely, and looked at her with some coldness.

By this time, if I didn't know that these two people were acting for me, I would have lived these 17 years in vain.

Presumably that cheap uncle found out that I had money on me, and went to inquire about the Tian family. As for my grandmother, I don’t know why she decided that I was the original girl, and she also thought that I would come again.

So show this show to me, because I am young and soft-hearted, and I will not see it and take money out of it.

As for these books, I'm afraid it was accidental.

Judging from the uncle's actions, he used the things in the study to make toilet paper not once or twice.

He didn't know at all that the few sheets he almost took as toilet paper were extremely valuable fragments of ancient books.

Of course, in this world, there are not many people who can see that those dilapidated and yellowed things that are not even needed for recycling are real treasures.

"Niu..." With a guilty expression on her face, grandma whispered, stretched out her hand and dragged me into the room, and then closed the wooden door.

I looked at her silently, watching what else she would do.

"Come on." Grandma pulled me again, and pulled me to the half of the room where the sun couldn't shine.

Walking into the darkness, I discovered that there was a crack in the wooden wall inside.

Grandma pressed hard on that seam, pushed open a door, then put the candle in her hand on a candlestick on the door, pointed to the big wooden box behind the door and said: "It's all inside, although they are all old people. Books, even those who collect scraps say they are worthless, but..."

My heart skipped a beat, and I turned to look at her.

Grandma turned her head away, and said in a low voice: "I know I'm sorry, but if you help grandma and uncle, your uncle is getting old, and if he doesn't beg his wife to have children, the Tian family will really Endless."

I silently turned my head away, leaned over and opened the wooden box.

I looked at the neatly stacked books and some old letters in the wooden box, and my heart skipped a beat.

I casually picked up a thread-bound Qing Dynasty block edition "Spring and Autumn" that was placed on the top. I suppressed my heartbeat and turned two pages.

"These are things that my ex-husband cherished like treasures, and they are also my hard-fated daughter's favorite thing to look at." There was a choked-up grandmother's voice from behind: "Back then, my ex-husband wanted to keep these things. Books, sell all the other things in the family, and give them away, the old house is left in the family, and he married me..."

With a slight pause in my hand, I put down the Qing Dynasty engraved book, picked up the stack carefully, and looked down.

Below is a set of middle school textbooks from 20 years ago.

"I haven't read a book, and I don't know how to read. I don't know what these books are good for. Your uncle doesn't like reading, let alone he doesn't know the good books of these books. Even he... I'm old, last time If one didn't pay attention, he almost sold them all as scraps. Fortunately, they still refused to accept them. Today, today, you saw it too... Girl, you can take them all away, as a help for your uncle , it can be considered as a memory of your mother."

Listening to her rambling, I took out that set of textbooks and put them aside, looked at the set of "Da Ming Yi Tong Zhi" engraved in the Ming Dynasty below, and took a deep breath.

I put all the books in, closed the lid of the wooden box, and said in a calm voice, "I only have 8000 yuan, so you must leave me the travel expenses?"

"Okay, that's enough." Grandma said with a trembling voice, "I knew that you would like these, you are like your mother, not only do you look alike, you even like the same things, every time, every time When your mother comes back, she will stay outside the door, leaning against the wall, saying that if she listens to the wind on the wall."

I took a light breath and said in a low voice, "So you deliberately put those where he can get them."

I'm afraid that there is no paper in the toilet and it was removed on purpose, right?

The wooden door behind him seemed to be overwhelmed, and creaked.

I turned around, looked at the pale grandmother in the candlelight, and said with a slight curl of the corner of my lips: "Okay, I will do what you wish, I will take all these thoughts away."

Since you are willing to do this for your son, then I can take it away without any guilt.

It's better than staying here and being sold as scrap by that cheap uncle one day.

"Okay." Grandma seemed to be a little more stooped, turned around and walked outside.

"Also, since I bought it with money, it's better for us to make a written statement." I looked at her back and said lightly, "In order not to be unclear in the future."

Grandma's body trembled and she nodded.

"How about it, mother, how many books did you pick?" The uncle who was already dressed came in from the door, rubbing his hands.

In that half of the sunny room, he smiled brightly.

"These, these, this girl is willing to buy..." Grandma wiped her eyes with her hand, and said in a low voice, "However, it can't be calculated according to the original price. It is the price of one, one, five thousand, she said."

"All of them?" Uncle's face was overjoyed. Hearing the last sentence from grandma, her face darkened again and she said, "How can I ask for five thousand for all of them? So many books? At least ten thousand."

I glanced at my grandma, and said coldly: "Forget it, I don't want a book, I'm leaving."

"Wait, wait, girl, don't go, you can add more, add more, eight thousand!" Grandma grabbed my hand and winked at my uncle at the same time.

"Yes, eight thousand, eight thousand!" Uncle said quickly.

"I really..." I said unwillingly.

"Add this, this is an old thing, didn't you say you found it for your father?" Grandma walked quickly to the big desk, picked up an inkstone on the table and said.

I took a deep breath again, and said helplessly, "Okay, but we need to write a contract."

"All right!" Grandma nodded while pushing uncle.

Uncle moved the books on the table aside and said, "Okay, you write it!"

I wrote a contract to buy all the books of the Tian family and an inkstone, priced at 8000 yuan, and asked my grandmother and uncle to sign and press their fingerprints.

Then I paid half of the money first, and asked my uncle to help send the wooden box, together with the snakeskin bag containing the pile of books outside, back to the hotel where I stayed, and then paid the other half of the money.

After seeing off my smug uncle, I closed the door, cleaned out about 180 rare ancient books and some old letters, carried them to the post office in the town with a backpack, bought a few strong cardboard boxes and put them in two layers. , sent EMS back to the address in Shanghai.

In the evening, while I was clearing out the remaining books, several people approached the hotel.

Knocked on my door.

(End of this chapter)