After Zhou Xuan woke up, he stretched comfortably and looked at the window. He was shocked!

It was so dark that he got off work at 2 noon, and now it was almost seven o'clock. Before he knew it, he slept for four or five hours!

I felt comfortable all over again. I sat on the bed and did several gymnastics positions. The left hand seemed to be no longer hurt at all. I retracted and took a look. The blood on the wrapped gauze turned purple and black. After pinching it, it turned into dry pieces of debris and fell down.

Zhou Xuan moved his left hand, stretched and pinched his fist for a few times, feeling no pain at all. He was a little strange. He took the gauze round by circle. After the last round, Zhou Xuan couldn't find the wound. After taking a closer look, there was indeed no wound except a few dry blood stains on his index finger of his left hand. Not to mention the wound, there was not even a little broken skin.

Zhou Xuan was so surprised that he ran to the bathroom to wash his hands with soap, and then looked at it in detail.

A pair of hands are clean, and all hands are intact, without a single bit of skin breaking!

Zhou Xuan was so surprised that he touched his head. Did he dream? He touched under the pillow again. The golden ghost coin was also there, and the stone on the bed was also there!

Hey, wait!

Zhou Xuan picked up the stone from the bed, and it became even more strange. Isn’t the stone golden? Why did it become dark? If these two things were not there, Zhou Xuan would have felt that he had a bizarre dream.

I don’t know if it was because of this sleep, but Zhou Xuan felt that he was in great spirits and couldn’t sit still, so he was ready to go out for a walk in the night market.

Chongkou is said to be a small fishing village a few years ago, but now it is developing very quickly, with high-rise buildings and two five-star hotels. Of course, that is where rich people go.

The most famous thing in Chongkou is tourism. There are many tourists, including foreign tourists. At night, the most lively thing in Chongkou is not the luxurious nightclub hotels, but the most lively thing is a pedestrian street.

This pedestrian street is about one thousand meters away. Since the sunset is set in the afternoon, countless street stalls have been set up. Because the most people come to visit the rushing mouth, the most common street stalls are accessories and some antiques and jade devices, but of course they are fake, and even if they are not fake, they are extremely inferior.

But most of these tourists know that most of them are fakes, but they still buy them as they please. The picture is just a happy journey, buying a small gift for their family and friends to express their feelings. Sometimes they can indeed find some rare and genuine products to buy. After a while, the pedestrian street is becoming more and more prosperous.

Zhou Xuan often comes to pedestrian streets, and his favorite is to squat in front of the book stalls where he set up a street stall to read the books. However, most of them are pirated online novels, and some traditional literary novels, magazines and magazines.

The book vendors who set up stalls sell books and collect old books. They collect all old books at very low prices, and they collect all books. Whenever someone wants them there, they will sell them at a price several times higher than the purchase price.

Zhou Xuan often rented their books to read. He knew about the dozen or so dealers selling books in this area. When he was familiar with the book dealers, he would not be careful of him. When he came here, he would squat down to read piles of old books. He read too many new books, and he would still be the same. If he could look through the old books, he might find a good one.

There are many books. Zhou Xuan sat on several brick books. He flipped through a bunch of books but couldn't find a good book. He was a little disappointed. The night was long and lonely. Without a woman, it would be helpless. There was not even a good book to masturbate. This is not easy to live!

I looked around and saw that there were still a bunch of them, but they were all student exercise books and textbooks. I had nothing to do anyway, so I didn’t have the time to go through other places. I also flipped them up one by one, and even found a thread-bound manual. The book was a bit dirty and a bit bad. The book was full of handwritten brush words, and the characters were well written.

Zhou Xuan also practiced brushes when he was in elementary school, but later he died in vain. A few old men in the village wrote good handwriting. When he turned the first page, he recognized this article, which is regular, square and round small regular characters: Jian Zhai’s supplement!

I don’t understand what Jian Zhai’s supplementary meaning means. I look at the left and there seems to be a poem. He still understands the writing method from right to left and from top to bottom, and tries to recognize these words.

"The horse is better than the horse, but the algae is better. The best thing is to be suppressed by the best. It is important to see that there are few things. It is only when the poem can be turned slowly. The sound of the clear horns is not easy to play, and the euphratum is not easy to play. It is better to know that the state of the Pure Land of Gods and Fairies, and practice is often from the sufferings."

I don’t understand what this poem means. With Zhou Xuan’s understanding of ancient Chinese, the meaning of this poem is simply impossible. Not to mention the meaning, I can’t even recognize two words in it.

When it comes to poetry, Zhou Xuan can still understand poetry like "The moonlight is bright in front of the bed, two pairs of shoes on the ground, a pair of dogs, men and women, among which you are." He has no interest in this broken writing manual in his hand.

Just as I was about to leave my other books, my left hand, which was holding the broken book, trembled, and Zhou Xuan felt that his heart trembled with his left hand!

It's a bit strange, why are you shaking your hands for no reason?

When I thought about this, I suddenly felt a cold air flowing in my left hand. This felt very obvious, just like I was staring at pouring water into a transparent pot, watching the water fluttering in the pot.

Zhou Xuan was startled and stared at his left hand wide, but he didn't see any strangeness. However, he could see more clearly in his mind that the cold air flowed out of his left hand from his fingers, and turned around the broken booklet in his hand. When the small ice air flowed into the broken booklet in his left hand, Zhou Xuan suddenly saw a line of words in his mind: "Jian Zhai Supplement, Yuan Mei, 1795"!

Zhou Xuan was stunned for a moment, who was Yuan Mei? What did 1795 mean? Could this broken booklet be the thing that Yuan Mei practiced calligraphy in 1795?

The cold air flow slowly flowed back to the left hand from the broken booklet, but it became much weaker. It stopped moving when it stopped when it stopped when it stopped, as if a dog was lying there dozing off!

Zhou Xuan also felt a little weak, as if he had done a heavy job, and couldn't help but be surprised: It's strange!

At this time, he was holding the broken booklet but he was reluctant to throw it away. If the broken booklet was really painted by Yuan Mei in 1795, it would have been 215 years. Even if it was a draft like a ghost painting, it would be a paper for two hundred years. I could show it to the old men in the village when I took it home. Although I don’t understand, I can still see how well the words in the broken booklet were written!

The book dealer Lao Zhang is a personal genius. Zhou Xuan wants this thing, but he still cannot be revealed in front of Lao Zhang, otherwise he will be knocked by him.

Zhou Xuan was not stupid either. He held the broken book with his left hand and flipped through the pile of books with his right hand. He found this month's "By Steps of the Lotus" pirated, and said with a smile: "Lao Zhang, I rent this book to read."

The books on Lao Zhang’s street stalls are rented and sold, but there is no formal store, so you have to pay the money at the price of buying books. Renting books costs one dollar a day. Zhou Xuan is an old customer. In the past, he always pays a lot of credibility when reading books. Lao Zhang only charges him five yuan for the money. Zhou Xuan does not refund the money when he returns the books. He will give it to him after reading them.

Zhou Xuan Yang broke the book again and said with a smile: "Lao Zhang, the brush calligraphy on the broken manuscript is good. I will take it back to practice calligraphy. Haha, how much does it cost?"

This pile of collected books and textbooks were sold to him by a primary school student, and it was calculated at 50 cents per pound. Lao Zhang had sorted them out and put them aside the valuable ones. This pile is basically waste paper. It costs 80 cents per pound to be pulled to the waste station. How many cents can you make a pound per pound? Zhou Xuan said, Lao Zhang glanced at it and smiled and said, "If you want it, give it a dollar as a bottle of water to drink."

If you really practice a broken manuscript, such a small book would be worth nothing. Lao Zhang wants one yuan, and one yuan is certainly not a problem. When Zhou Xuan remembered the strange "Yuan Mei of 1795" that appeared in his mind, he couldn't help but take out one yuan and throw it to Lao Zhang. He bought a draft for more than two hundred years. Even if he was a happy one, he was worth it. How many times have you seen something that has been more than two hundred years old? There are a few big fir trees in my hometown, but I heard that they are hundreds of years old!

When I came out, I felt refreshed, but I was a little tired at this time.

Zhou Xuan took these two books and stood up and walked back. After walking more than ten meters away, he suddenly heard a low man beside him saying, "Little brother, little brother, wait!"

Zhou Xuan turned his head and saw a middle-aged man in his forties dressed in a brightly dressed manner calling him, saying in surprise: "Do you call me?"

The middle-aged man chased after two steps with smiles. When he approached, he said again: "Little brother, I just saw the broken brush handwriting you bought for one dollar is really good. I have a son who has just entered junior high school. I want to buy it back and let him practice brush handwriting. Do you think you want to give it to me?"

After saying that, he stretched out his finger and added: "I'll give you ten dollars!"
Chapter completed!