I Had a Home In 1982 Chapter 315

   Chapter 315 314. Unverifiable Things

   Wang Yi's face was solemn.

   Cui Hong was nervously looking forward to it.

   Wang Yi pointed to the pseudonym on the envelope and to the pseudonym on the introduction letter:

   "This must be changed! It can't be called 'Dream Forever', this is a hammer name? Ahem, this name is too hard, like a hammer, a hammer!"

   "So you have to change it, call it, call it "Why Shengxiaomo"! No, this person who is only literate but not romantic doesn't understand, let's be blunt, he is called Feihong Fairy!"

  Cui Hong was puzzled and stunned after hearing his words.

  Dark face, chubby head, and a big mouth like a catfish.

  Wang Yi glanced at her and quickly turned around to apologize to the name Feihong Fairy, sorry.

  Cui Hong was quite puzzled: "Mr. Wang, I think your name is not good, it's too petty, and it doesn't match our status as working people and proletarian educators."

   "How good the dream is forever, this is the pseudonym I have given myself since elementary school."

   "Have you achieved your dream yet?" Wang Yi asked her back.

   She sighed softly: "No, I dreamed of being admitted to junior high school in elementary school, but I didn't get it. After becoming a teacher, I dreamed of becoming a writer and a poet, but I failed to publish a novel or a poem..."

   "That's why this pen name is not good, it will stop you." Wang Yi interrupted her, "Listen to me, it's called Fairy Feihong!"

   He further pointed Cui Hong and said: "And don't write your own introduction in the future. What should you write? Well, the inspiration for writing a poem."

   "Of course you can't tell the truth, because this is a literary creation, we must use rhetorical devices appropriately, such as exaggeration, such as borrowing, such as this "Promise"."

   "How did "Promise" come about?"

  Cui Hong subconsciously said, "It was when I passed a ridge that day..."

   "No!" Wang Yi hurriedly interrupted her again, "I didn't mean to ask you, Mr. Cui, listen to me."

"That's right, "The Promise" is your personal experience, because you have been to Feilengcui, where you met a tall and handsome gentleman while walking on the red brick path, and then you talked about poetry and Sha Weng and Tagore had a wonderful chat, but at that time, it was almost evening and you had to go home, so you made an appointment with him to continue talking on a certain day."

   "But the country has reformed and opened up, and eventually you returned to the country with your family, and you never fulfilled your promise. This made you feel ashamed and sad, and then you have this poem!"

   "Isn't this a lie? Isn't this a lie? Isn't this a scribble?" Cui Hong asked weakly.

   At this time, she lost the arrogance when she killed pigs in class and at home, just like a trainee salesman who met a tycoon in the MLM industry, and she had no self-confidence at all.

Wang Yi explained painstakingly: "As for art, art comes from life and is higher than life, it requires a certain imagination. It's okay, teacher, please believe me, I've done a lot of this kind of thing, I read it from the book. more..."

   "What book?" Cui Hong asked strangely.

  Wang Yi waved his hand and said, "This is not the point, don't ask, just listen to me."

   "After saying "Promise" and saying this "Waiting", as for the poem "Waiting", you also have to give it a background."

   "What's the background? It was a young man who suddenly told you one day that he had an appointment to watch a drama together, but you let him go..."

   After talking a lot, he thought of a key point: "By the way, don't write something like 'low elementary school graduates but have a heart that yearns for the palace of literature', if you want to write, write that your tutor is strict!"

   "Remember, tell the editors that your father doesn't understand your ideals, so he is always deeply depressed in spirit. He can only send poems of love, and beg the editors to teach and explain you like an ignorant little sister."

  Cui Hong already understood what he meant. She widened her eyes and said, "Isn't this, isn't this a beauty trick? No, no, poets can't do this kind of thing."

  Wang Yi reminded her kindly: "Mr. Cui, you have to become a poet first. You can't even publish poems in Haichao Literature. Isn't it a bit presumptuous for us to call ourselves a poet?"

   He said it was okay, Cui Hong bowed his head in embarrassment.

  Wang Yi told her: "The most important thing is to remember that at the end of the letter, you need to name your name. Please fill in the information of your cousin when replying to the letter or for the remuneration, and ask the cousin to pass it on to you-because my father is too strict, this aspect needs to be kept confidential."

   "How can I have a cousin?" Cui Hong shook his head and said helplessly.

  Wang Yi slapped his thigh and said, "Everything written on paper is art, why did you put yourself in it?"

   "Cousin is you, Cui Hong in the real world, and Fairy Feihong is Cui Hong in the art world. Both Cui Hongs exist, and there is no conflict between the two Cui Hongs."

  All literary and artistic people have a restless heart and an imaginary brain, and a literary woman like Cui Hong is no exception. She was really moved by Wang Yi:

   Yes, Changlong Commune Primary School can have a voice like a trumpet and a good pig raising Cui Hong, and there can also be a gentle and elegant Feihong fairy in the poetry collection.

  Wang Yi knew that she would definitely accept this statement. In the past 22 years, he has seen many women who take beauty photos as their real face, and those women are not artistic enough.

  Cui Hong started writing the story of Fairy Feihong seriously, she was fully involved in it, and gradually perfected the details.

  Wang Yi is very pleased.

  It's easy to talk to a smart person, you start by yourself, and she can solve the rest by herself.

  If this is talking about this kind of topic with the people from his own commune, then Wang Yi has to help create the character design from start to finish.

  Cui Hong found the problem after thinking about it, and said angrily: "What if the editorial department wants my photo?"

   "I can refuse them when they come to see me. It can be said that the family style is strict, and my father does not allow me to show my face; but what if the editorial department wants to promote me and needs my photos?"

  Wang Yi pointed to the Qiuwei water.

   It will be hot, and the windows of the office are all locked due to the holiday, and now only the south window is opened.

   So Qiu Weishui got up and went to open the north window.

  The window was a little high, she stood on tiptoe and straightened her right leg, and her left leg was slightly raised back to maintain her balance, and she leaned out of the window and stretched out her arms to push the window open—

  The slender waist is like a weak willow, and the graceful curve shows the softness of women.

  Wang Yi looked sideways, the infinite scenery was on the dangerous peak!

  Cui Hong quickly waved his hand: "Mr. Xiaoqiu is definitely not willing, and Mr. Xiaoqiu is quite famous in our county, at least among our private teachers."

  Wang Yi said: "Just give them a photo like this, with the back view of the window open, instead of the front view."

  Cui Hong suddenly realized, then she stared at Wang Yi dumbfounded:

   This person has a very high rank!

   Teacher Xiaoqiu is such a simple and kind girl...

   She was a little afraid to think.

  Wang Yi didn't give her a chance to think about it, he said: "Mr. Cui, I have now concluded that your poetry level is very high, and your attainments and skills have reached the point of perfection."

"As the so-called epee has no edge, and cleverness does not work, you should revise these two poems according to my suggestion, and then continue to submit the manuscript. Let's wait for the opinion of the newspaper publisher, and then based on the follow-up opinions and results Let's talk, okay?"

  Cui Hong said yes.

  Wang Yi took Qiu Weishui to say goodbye and left.

   When he left, he put down the gift. Several collections of poetry, all of which became popular in the 1970s, included Cui Hongnan Shen Bei Dao's poem "Unfamiliar Beach".

  The first edition of this collection of poems was published in 1978. Wang Yi had seen it in the hands of Good Night, so he bought a copy with confidence.

  The printing quality of books in 1982 is still relatively poor. The paper used in ordinary poetry collections is dull and rough, and the typesetting is relatively monotonous.

  The content of these poetry collections has remained unchanged for 22 years. In order to sell them, it is natural to work **** typesetting and printing.

  Each collection of poems here is exquisite and definitely a spiritual treasure for poetry lovers.

  Cui Hong's reaction did not live up to Wang Yi's painstaking efforts.

   After she got it, she touched the cover of the book in surprise and said, "Hey, what kind of publishing house is this? It's great, it's printed so well!"

   When you open the book cover, there are painted pages inside, which are photos of Bei Dao's youth and youth.

   In one of the photos, Bei Dao is holding a purlin shirtless, the muscles on his thin body are slightly stretched, and sweat drips down his dark skin—

   This is a photo of him when he was a worker in Liujian, the capital, in his early years.

   In fact, there are still pictures of him in middle age and old age in the poems. Of course, these were carefully cut out by Wang Yi.

  Cui Hong straightened her eyes on the spot when she saw this photo, she reached out and stroked Bei Dao, her eyes were water stained...

  Wang Yi quickly dragged Qiu Weishui away.

  Can't watch it any longer.

   He accompanied Qiu Weishui home and waited for Ye Changan to come back for lunch. At the dinner table, he held Qiu Weishui's hand and told the news that he wanted to get engaged.

   Ye Changan coughed and said, "With such good news, why don't you have two drinks?"

   Qiuweishui would be in a sweet and happy mood, so he said generously, "Yes, but you can only drink two glasses. Grandpa, you have to keep your word!"

Ye Changan said: "I can be the leader of a county who can be a liar? You ask Mr. Wang, which of our men is not a spit or a nail? If you want to drink two cups, just two cups, and you will never drink too much or not. Drink less."

   Then he hurried to find two enamel jars.

   Wang Yi was stunned.

   This must not be 1000ml capacity?

   Qiu Wei was speechless directly.

  Wang Yi helped her talk and said to the old man, "Don't use this tank, Grandpa, what do you think of that washbasin? You have two cups."

   Ye Changan waved his hand seriously: "Oh, Mr. Wang, don't be kidding, you have to drink a lot, and you can't drink it indiscriminately. If you drink two pots of wine, you won't be able to drink your life?"

   "Besides, I already told Xiaoqiu that it was two cups, how could it be changed to two pots?"

   Qiu Weishui shouted: "Don't mess around here, old comrade, are you a cup? This is a jar, this is not two cups, this is two jars!"

   Ye Changan asked Wang Yi, "Is she right? Is this two cylinders?"

  Wang Yi said calmly: "Let me be fair, Grandpa, you're too much. You're taking medicine now, so you can't drink like this."

   "Besides," he imitated Ye Changan's serious look, "You are not drinking, you are drinking!"

  Ye Changan had no choice but to put down the enamel jar to get a white china tea cup, and said, "Okay, you have to keep your word. If you say it's two cups, you can only have two cups."

Qiu Weishui went up to grab the tea cup and exchanged it for two or two wine glasses: "You don't come here, are you trying to open the window theory with me? Let me tell you, Teacher Wang often does this, and I don't eat it anymore. !"

   Ye Changan was really unhappy when he saw that his tactics had failed.

Wang Yi persuaded him and said, "Grandpa, you have to take care of your health, there will be many opportunities for drinking later, engagement banquets, wedding banquets, a hundred-year-old banquet, a birthday banquet when you have a child, a birthday banquet every year, and after he is admitted to university. School entrance banquet, his engagement banquet, wedding banquet…”

Hearing this, Ye Changan laughed: "You are really cunning, you come with me in "The Foolish Old Man Moves the Mountains"? The son has grandchildren, the grandson has sons; the sons have sons, and the sons have grandchildren; "

  Wang Yi accompanied him to drink two glasses of wine, and then took out the bulk protein powder he brought and gave him a cup.

  The old man now maintains the habit of drinking a cup of protein powder every morning and a cup of milk powder at night. With the help of the medicine and the help of these high-energy, full-nutrition drinks, his complexion is much better than before.

   Especially the lips.

   When Ye Changan was in the sanatorium before, his lips had a grayish-white color, and the whole thing looked like the ashes of plants and trees burned by a soil stove.

   The color of his lips is much better now, with a rosy tint, which makes people feel that he has some vitality at first glance.

  Wang Yi said that he was going to the city to buy supplies for the production team for two days, so that Qiu Weishui could stay at home for two days, and they would go back to Tianya Island together.

After he went out, he went to the county bureau first, and Zhuang Mancang handed him a packet of medicines and said, "This is the medicine prescribed by Lao Gun, there are five kinds in total, you can find an institution to test it for me, how much is it? Say, the unit will reimburse."

   Wang Yi was rude when he heard the unit reimbursement, and asked, "Do you still use the invoice?"

  Zhuang Mancang waved his hand and said, "My signature is the invoice!"

  Wang Yi gave him the gaze of a dog officer.

  Zhuang Mancang hurriedly explained: "My character, integrity and party spirit are also invoices!"

The group of    vaudeville had been handed over to the court after the trial, but they did not admit that they had any help in the local area, which made Zhuang Mancang very upset.

   He lit a cigarette and said, "They have committed many crimes in our county, and they are playing tricks and extorting money. They definitely have local accomplices!"

   "According to what you and Zhi Shu said, I strongly suspect that Lao Gun is one of them, but he doesn't admit it at all. In this respect, only their regiment leader has a very strict mouth."

  Wang Yi asked, "Is it helpful to investigate the old gun in this way?"

  Zhuang Mancang gave him a wink, and the thief said with a smile: "Think about it, if there is a problem with the old gun, we will have the evidence and laws to follow, and we will arrest him."

"But we don't publicize the crime of catching the old gun, but privately use gossip to say that the juggling troupe couldn't bear the pressure and confessed the old gun - in addition to the suspicion of the old gun, we have some other evidence, and we also suspect the old gun. some people."

   "At that time, we will use old guns as gunmen to scare these people in a targeted manner, telling them that they can surrender and seek leniency...hehe!"

  Wang Yi nodded suddenly: "Yes, yes, this trick is fine."

  Zhuang Mancang sat back on the sofa and took a cigarette in satisfaction after receiving his compliment, and said, "It's actually a basic operation. We have some tricks to deal with criminals!"

He said angrily: "These people have made a lot of money through fraud, theft, and robbery. Now the money they get back is not in the account. They have nowhere to spend it. They must be hiding in the house of their accomplice. The money has to be checked and returned to the common people."

   "The three melons and jujubes of the common people are born between their teeth. It is the life-saving money for the family. It must not be given to criminals!"

  Wang Yi said: "Okay, I will mail these things to my classmate's research institute today. They have chemical analysis machines imported from abroad. If there is a problem with these drugs, they can usually be analyzed."

  Zhuang Mancang said solemnly: "Okay, as long as the old gun's medicine can prove that there is a problem, I will definitely deal with him immediately!"

   "Let's use him as much as possible, wipe out those criminals, and get the money back from the common people!"

  Wang Yi said: "Okay."

  Zhuang Mancang had high hopes for him, patted him on the shoulder and said, "It's up to you, I really can't do anything here for the time being."

  Wang Yi asked: "Have you thought of a way?"

  Zhuang Mancang took a bitter puff of cigarette and waved his hand, and said, "Please ask your friend's unit to test this medicine first. I won't say anything else. Anyway, I found someone to try this medicine - it really works!"

   He stayed in the office for a while and didn't leave until half afternoon.

   This time he went to the city not as a passenger boat, but by sailing his own boat. In the afternoon, the sales team arrived. He changed boats with the sales team and drove to the city by himself.

   The reason for this extra effort is because the members are shrewd in reckoning. He and Qiu Weishui are only two people, sailing to the county to waste diesel.

   In this way, there are many people in the sales team, and there are many people who sail to the county lira. Relatively speaking, the utilization rate of diesel oil is higher—

   Now the fishermen on the outer islands really live like this!

  Wang Yi set off on a boat. This time, it was easy to go to the Space-Time House. Just find a deserted island and drop anchor, and then open the boat door to enter and exit the Space-Time House.

   He tried it and went back to 22 years without a hitch.

   But he still had to go to the city by boat. The reason why he had to open his own fishing boat this time was because Wang Yi wanted to buy some live crabs, live shrimps, and various shellfish to throw in the 22-year-old Tianya Island waters.

   Now the crabs are full of cream and shrimp are full of seeds, and they can be thrown into the sea to give birth.

   And those on the pier in 1982 were all wild goods. This guy's ability to survive in the wild is stronger than Wang Yi. When thrown into the sea and sprinkled with feed, he will definitely survive.

   Luckily, they can also expand Wang Yi into several ethnic groups, which can make a lot of money!

   Back in 22, when he turned on his mobile phone, Rao Yi and Yuan Hui both sent him a lot of messages and made several calls.

   You don't need to open it and look closely at Wang Yi to know what's going on.

  Ding Decai, this Huang giegie, gave him this "Hua Jian Ji" which is absolutely valuable!

   Sure enough, after reading the messages sent by the two of them, the focus of these messages is the same:

   This rare ancient book of "Hua Jian Ji" may be an antique of the Northern Song Dynasty!

   Once it is indeed a collection of poems handed down from the Northern Song Dynasty, it will be of great value, and what is even more terrifying is that it may have an inscription written by Liu Yong, a progenitor.

   That value is big brother!

   Regarding "The Collection of Flowers", Wang Yi went back 22 years to learn about it after getting it.

  This collection of poems is a collection of poems from the late Tang Dynasty to the Five Dynasties compiled by Zhao Chongzuo, a post-Shu writer in the Five Dynasties.

  It itself gathers a lot of poems, with a lot of content. The book is divided into ten volumes, with a total of 500 poems written by Wen Tingyun, Huangfusong, Wei Zhuang and other 18 families.

According to the current testable history, "Hua Jian Ji" is considered to be the earliest collection of literati poetry in China. It occupies an important position in the history of poetry and has a great influence on the style of later generations. .

   In addition, the works of the poets of the late Tang and Five Dynasties have been passed down to later generations, which also has important reference value for the study of the generation and development of words.

   In short, this collection of words is very good, and it is good enough to mention it.

However, in the previous feudal dynasties, "Hua Jian Ji" did not have such status. On the contrary, because the lyrics it collected mostly reflected the life of the emperor and the officials, and the style of the literati who was repressed by sex. Come to worship as a little uncle—

   At that time, Wang Yi was very convinced when he learned about this. Were ancient literati so hungry?

   Seniors are really pitiful.

  Ding Decai was also very pitiful. The reason why he dared to accept the book at the time was because an old intellectual told him that the book was very fragrant.

   As a result, he has been collecting this book painstakingly for more than ten years, and every time he opens it, his eyes are black...

   Can't understand anything.

   Not only him, but Wang Yi's educational level is also incapable of reading a few characters. Although the fonts used are beautiful Song Dynasty characters, they are all traditional characters. For young people in the new era who are accustomed to simplified characters, it is difficult to read.

   But for collectors of ancient writings, the value of this thing is great!

   There are more than 100 million!

  Wang Yi expressed that he was very stable about this. He already had a rare ancient book valued at hundreds of millions on hand, and now he has experience with another one.

   However, instead of contacting the two immediately, he first called Zhong Shiping and asked him how his fishing boat was being maintained.

   The fishing boat he bought last time had to be serviced first. It was the same as buying a second-hand car. It was maintained and overhauled, and it was only safe to drive at sea.

  Zhong Shiping was very excited to receive his call and said, "Brother Wang, don't worry, the boat doesn't need to be repaired, just take care of it. There is no problem. Now I am arranging for a friend to refit your beloved boat."

  Wang Yi made an appointment to meet him.

   He was about to leave the fishing boat quickly.

   made an appointment with Zhong Shiping. Zhong Shiping helped him to see the boat first. Wang Yi called Rao Yi when he saw the space.

   Rao Yi learned that he had returned to Wengzhou and sent a car to pick him up directly.

   The two met in Qing Gudang's office. Rao Yi led several people waiting for him, two of whom had white hair and dressed in Tang suits, looking very hanging.

After Wang Yi entered the door, he first asked about the chemical and material composition analysis unit. Qinggu was a pier gun and a mountain tiger in the whole Jiangsu, Zhejiang and Shanghai, and the Yangtze River Delta. Contacted such a unit.

  The unit is in Shanghai, so Rao Yi directly found an employee to pick up the medicine package and send it over. The result will be available in two days, and the analysis sheet can be obtained the day after tomorrow.

   Having dealt with this matter, Wang Yi took out "Flower Collection".

  Rao Yi has white gloves and antioxidants, and the operation is as fierce as a tiger.

   After Wang Yi put down the book, he solemnly opened it. After flipping through a few pages, he handed it over to others to read it carefully. He greeted Wang Yi and said:

   "Well, after seeing the photos with me, I judged pretty well. This is the second volume of "The Collection of Flowers". You can see that the opening chapters are all works by Wei Zhuang, "Jiuquanzi", "Magnolia", "Little Chongshan"..."

  Wang Yi asked: "These are not important, let's look at Liu Yong's words first, how much do you think it would be worth if it were genuine?"

   "You can call as much as you want." Rao Yi said directly.

   He gave Wang Yi a further introduction: "Song editions have been rare and rare since the Ming and Qing dynasties. It is no exaggeration to say that they are rare and rare. They are treasures of ancient books. Even if there are only a few words on a piece of paper, they are precious in our industry."

   "I don't know if you've heard a sentence, 'one page of Song Dynasty, one tael of gold', this sentence appeared in the Qing Dynasty."

"You think that this book had such great value in the Qing Dynasty, let alone today? In 2018, at the Jiade Spring Film Festival in our country, a single copy of Song engraving-Chen Jianji's "Shibi Jingshe Notes on Tang Shu Details" was shot. 110 million astronomical price."

   "So you think about how much this "Hua Jian Ji" would cost if it were written by Northern Song Dynasty antiques and Liu Yong and other handed down people?"

   "The treasure of sky-high price is priceless!"

  Wang Yi held his breath and said, "Then I have found a treasure?"

   Rao Yi stared at him with envy and hatred on his face, and he could not wait to take his place.

   However, he did not directly confirm Wang Yi's guess, but explained to him the details of the Song version.

The Song version is a star in the collection of rare ancient books. The relevant knowledge is really vast. Rao Yi gave him an overview of the outline, but he can only briefly introduce some skeletons. Too many details are not enough to say casually. Make it clear.

   The two drank tea and chatted, and then a few of them read the book carefully and discussed it together for a while.

   Finally, an old man waved to Rao Yi and whispered to him with a solemn expression.

   Rao Yi nodded after hearing this, came over and said to Wang Yi, "Mr. Wang, you asked me a question just now, did you find a treasure?"

"right."

   "Now I can tell you with certainty that you must have found a treasure, but this "Hua Jian Ji" is not from the Northern Song Dynasty or the Song Dynasty."

   In a word, Wang Yi was a hit on the spot!

   "Did I make a fake?"

   Rao Yi explained: "It's not fake either, but it's not something from the Song Dynasty..."

   "Then didn't you say on WeChat earlier that this is a cultural relic from the Northern Song Dynasty?" Wang Yi said disappointedly.

   Rao Yi laughed dryly.

   Wang Yi suddenly reacted: "Oh, you were following my words before? Is it for me to bring this book to you first?"

Rao Yi hurriedly said: "Mr. Wang, don't worry, I'm speaking a bit straight, don't get excited first, this book is indeed not a Northern Song book, but it is not a fake, it should be a printed matter from another dynasty. As for the above Liu Yong's words, it is It wasn't written by me - it's hard to do, can't tell!"

  Wang Yi's heart was really cold all of a sudden.

   He subconsciously said: "Why can't this thing be determined? Is there no surviving handwriting by Liu Yong?"

Rao Yi poured him a cup of tea and said, "Listen to me, Mr. Wang, don't worry, let me tell you first, your "Hua Jian Ji" is a good thing, and it will definitely be valuable, but not you An imaginary treasure."

   "Then let's talk about the same, let's talk about Liu Yong's handwriting on this page first."

   He took the "Flower Collection" and carefully opened it:

   "The name is undoubtedly Liu Sanbian, but there is one thing I don't know about Mr. Wang. Do you know that Liu Yong is a master of lyricists but not a master of calligraphy, so he handed down Song poetry instead of calligraphy!"

   "Besides Liu Yong, Li Bai, Du Pu, Xin Qiji and Li Qingzhao, these great poets and lyricists are not known for their calligraphy, so few of them survive!"

"Take Li Bai as an example, there is only one handwritten manuscript that is currently recognized as surviving, and that is the "Post on the Balcony" in our Capital Museum, and now the Japanese side says that they found a "Post that mocking Wang Liyang for not drinking" is also Li Bai's handwritten, but not acknowledged—"

   "In short, let's talk about "Post on the Balcony". This Li Bai's handwriting is cursive and has been treasured by famous masters of all dynasties. Let me tell you a few people who have collected it, Ouyang Xiu, Zhang Yanghao, Li Shanchang, Zhang Juzheng, and Qianlong, the stamp madman."

   While talking, he took out a tablet and showed Wang Yi a copybook.

The    font photo can be enlarged. Rao Yi carefully showed Wang Yi the stamps of several people, and also showed him Qianlong's stamp, and pointed to the above four words and said:

   "Qinglian Yihan, this was written by Qianlong himself, and then this is the currently recognized Taibai handwriting."

   "In addition, there is a great poet, my idol Xin Qiji. He also has the only handwritten book left in the world, called "Going to the Country"."

   Another new photo was called out.

Rao Yi introduced: "Look at this "Going to the State Post", there are also many chapters on it. According to the textual research, this is the first chapter left by the copybook, and it was left by Ye Heng, the prime minister of the Southern Song Dynasty. "Going to the Country Post" was written by Xin Qiji to Ye Heng."

   "These chapters further down - here, it's another chapter of an acquaintance, stamped by the madman Qianlong, the following chapter is left by his son Aixinjueluo Yongbao..."

   He took out the page of Liu Yong's handwriting on the "Hua Jian Ji" and showed it to Wang Yi: "This is Liu Yong's handwriting, can you see the difference between it and the other two handwritings?"

   "It doesn't have a seal on it." Wang Yi immediately understood what the other party meant, "Without the certification of famous people of all dynasties, it is impossible to judge whether this is Liu Yong's handwriting."

Rao Yi nodded: "That's right! The key problem is that there is no Liu Yong's handwriting left in the world. Even if we can prove that this "Hua Jian Ji" is the Song version, we can't conclude that this is Liu Yong's book. Write!"

  Wang Yi sighed in disappointment, and said, "This is true without proof."

   Rao Yi said: "This is impossible. If this can be proved to be handwritten by Liu Yong, it will be invaluable."

   "Li Bai's "Going to the Balcony Post" is a priceless treasure and a national treasure. We dare not price it directly, while Xin Qiji's "Going to the Country Post" is priced at 700 million!"

   "Seven hundred million, seven hundred million!"

   He stretched out a slap on his left hand and **** on his right hand to show Wang Yi, the expression on his face showed that he was really amazed.

   Wang Yi was also amazed.

Rao Yi withdrew his hand and pointed to this "Flower Collection": "It's still back to the theme, in fact, it's hard to say whether this word was written by Liu Yong. Our experts have checked it, and this "Butterfly Love Flower" is currently not available. spread."

   He looked at the collection of poems and read: "Spring arrives in the south of the Yangtze River. Flowers are old. Swallows return, and Wang Xietang willow willows. The golden powder pavilion rests for a long time. Heartbroken is like the east wind.

   The drizzle and the cold are over. Eyes far away, a touch of sadness. Flicking time is like a hand. At that time, people went to look back. "

"Good words!" He sighed after reading, "Our experts said that this has the style and poetry of Liu Sanbian in his later years, so to be honest, I think this handwritten page is really written by Liu Yong, but there is no way to prove it. ."

  Wang Yi said: "In the antique and cultural relics business, things that cannot be verified should be treated as fakes."

   Rao Yi spread out his hands: There is nothing he can do about this.

   (end of this chapter)

Chapter end