Nanzhou is located at the junction of Fuguang and is a famous hometown of fish, rice, flowers and fruits. It has beautiful mountains and rivers, surrounded by green trees, pleasant climate and abundant resources.

According to the excavated Paleolithic tools, ancestors lived on this fertile soil as early as ten thousand years ago, but they were in a wilderness period until the 25th year of Qin Shihuang, and were included in the central territory of Qin and belonged to the central county of Minzhong. In the Han Dynasty, Liangshan was bounded by Liangshan and Minyue, and it was extended to the 12th year of Kaihuang in the Sui Dynasty and was unified.

The people here are simple and simple, with many talents in history and many talented people emerged.

What makes Song Wen’s memory of his hometown most profound is that no matter which season, there are fresh fruits, and they are all in the same season. For example, in spring, there are loquats and bayberry; in summer, there are peaches, plums, lychees, longans, watermelons, mangoes, guava, pineapple, wax fog; in autumn, honey pomelo, olives, pears, yogurt, yellow skin bulbs, persimmons; in winter, there are tangerines, red oranges, fruit cane, etc. Among them, bananas are the most awesome, all year round, no matter when.

Walking on the stone road in the old street and looking at the well-preserved ancient streets, Song Wen couldn't help but sigh at the ruthlessness of time.

This is the only well-preserved old street in Nanzhou. Every time Song Wen comes to the city, he likes to walk here. In the past, a large area of ​​this place was an old street, but with the reconstruction of the old district, everything was demolished, leaving only these rows of old streets with the Confucius Temple and the Book of Shangshu.

On the shops on both sides of the street, you can still vaguely see the old names engraved on them, "Dexin Foreign Company", "Liu Ji Pawnshop", "Tongmin Pharmaceutical Store", and "Lao Lu Razor Store"...

Looking at the old names, the years passed and I returned to that era. But when I woke up suddenly and saw the hawking sounds around me, I realized that it was just an accidental dream.

As I walked, I came to the end of the old street, where there was a newly built antique street. There were shops and vendors who set up stalls on both sides of the wide road, but all of them were buying and selling antiques.

Today may not be a day off, there are very few people, only people in groups of three or three squatted on the street stall and watched things.

Song Wen looked at it while walking, touching this and that, and he was a little curious about everything. After seeing the stall owner, he let him go. Anyway, there was no one, so he just wanted to be a personal reputation.

After a while, he came to a stall selling old books, and he squatted down and looked for the books on the bookstall and started flipping through them.

The books on the book stall are said to be old, but most of them are new, not very ancient. Some are pirated versions that have just been published, some are from 8 years old, and of course there are also some traditional books written in brushes, and I don’t know what era they are.

Song Wen likes to read books, especially some Taoist classics, traditional Chinese medicine or strange stories. So every time he goes shopping, he will go to a place where there are books and go to Taobao.

I looked at the books on the book stall and looked through it. I felt that two of them were OK, so I picked them up. One was "Yanghe Lu" and the other was "Luo'an Ou Shu", and there was no indication of who wrote it.

He felt that the things written in the book were quite interesting and worth reading, so he asked the stall owner: "Boss, how many of these two books?"

The stall owner saw Song Wen flipping through the pile of books for a long time and didn't want to buy it. He felt a little impatient and wanted to drive him away. However, the world is so big that the customers are the biggest, so it's not easy to get there. And there are no people now, so he asked him to keep it and get some popularity.

At this time, when he heard that he was going to buy a book, he glanced at it, and said with a smile: "These two books are a little more expensive."

"How many?"

"Two hundred." The stall owner stretched out two fingers.

"Boss, do you think I look like a fool?" Song Wen said, pointing to himself.

The stall owner didn't know why he asked this, but he still honestly said: "It's not a big deal."

"Since you don't look like it, you dare to open two hundred, don't you see what this is?" Song Wen pointed to the book cover and said, "This is kraft paper, the word, ballpoint pen, and it is also used to staple it. Boss, you won't tell me that these two broken books are also antiques, right?"

The stall owner was a little ashamed of his words, thinking that if he had sold antiques long ago, how could he stay here and let people choose?

"One hundred and five, no more missing. Look at the words inside, how beautiful they are. Can ordinary people write so beautifully?"

After Song Wen said this, the stall owner felt that the price seemed to be too high, so he took the initiative to lower the price.

"It's not me, boss, what age is now, and I still have brush calligraphy? How can I write with kraft paper and staples? I think it's probably printed with a brush calligraphy. Now the brush calligraphy printed by the printer is the same as the real one. Who knows if it's brush calligraphy? If it's not that the content here is good, I won't buy it. One hundred, at most one hundred, it's fine if it's not sold, it's fine if it's not sold."

"Okay, okay, one hundred is one hundred, even if I lose money today, do you want to put it in a bag?"

"Prepare it!"

After saying that, Song Wen took out money from his pocket to him.

He handed in one hand and delivered the goods. After the stall owner put the money in his pocket, he said with emotion: "Little brother, you are really good at bargaining, and you cut half of the 200 yuan."

"Don't think I don't know. These books might be the ones you brought back from rags. Now, maybe you are calling me stupid in your heart?" Song Wenmao said with a look.

The stall owner was shocked when he heard this. It wasn't that true. His books were collected from rags, less than a pound.

But this kind of thing cannot be said, and he hurriedly said, "How is that possible?"

Song Wen ignored him and took the book and looked to the side.

To be honest, the ratio of things, crafts and antiques in the antique market is less than 9 to 1, but the things are really good, so Song Wen would come here to stroll around.

After walking around the Antique Street, it was nothing. Song Wen walked out and picked up the book he bought and started reading it as he walked.

""Luo'an Ou Shu"..."

Song Wen whispered the title of the book and slowly opened the book.

Lue'an's idio book did not have the title written by who wrote it. According to the owner of the book, he was a doctor, and this book was just written casually by him.

The book sometimes contains the experience of treating a patient, sometimes it is a prescription, and sometimes it even records how to grow flowers and plants and how to appreciate the scenery. It is a mess and messy one.

There is also a way to use bamboo leaves to make tea and wine, so Song Wen bought this book.

At this time, an old man in good clothes walked past him. When he heard him whispering the words "Luo'an Ou Shu", he stopped immediately and turned around and found that Song Wen was reading the book. He quickly took two steps and came to Song Wen.

"Young man, please stay."

When Song Wen heard that someone seemed to be shouting, he stopped. Looking back, he saw an old man coming over.

Although the old man had white hair, he looked strong, with bright eyes, and two white eyebrows raised like swords, soaring straight into the sky, looking very powerful.

When he came to Song Wen, the old man asked with a smile: "Young man, I seemed to hear you were reciting "Luo'an Ou Shu", right?"

Although Song Wen saw that although the old man also spoke Minnan, he obviously had a foreign accent and seemed not a local.

A foreigner asked him, and it seemed a bit abrupt.

However, seeing the old man talking to him and a young man, he couldn't say anything, so he raised the book in his hand and said, "Here, this is the book, and the title is "Luo'an Ou Shu"."

"Can you let me see?" The old man's smile seemed to be even more amiable.

Song Wen was absolutely irresistible, and he was not afraid that the old man would rely on his book, so he handed it over.

The old man took the book carefully and looked carefully page by page. He seemed a little excited and his hands were trembling.

After a long time, the old man closed the book and handed it back to Song Wen.

"Thanks."

"You are welcome."

Song Wen took the book and was about to leave.

The old man quickly grabbed it and said, "I don't know if my friend is willing to give up love, so I will sell this book to me."

"Um..."

Song Wen felt strange, what is the use of a broken book? It is not an antique, so he asked, "Do you want to buy it?"

"Yes, if the little friend is willing to give up, I am willing to pay 100,000."

When Song Wen heard this, his eyes suddenly became furious.

You banana guava, what is a rich man? This is a rich man. Such a broken book actually costs 100,000 yuan. Is his family's money so much that he has a fever?

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