Time flies, in the blink of an eye, two days have passed.

On Wednesday, Bai He got 10 pieces of Ming Chenghua porcelain.

On Thursday, Bai He received 10 sets of rare ancient books from the Song Dynasty.

On Thursday evening, Bai He and Wang Xiaoya stood near the courtyard gate, watching the three people install the wooden gate together.

"Husband, can our garden be repaired this year?"

“If you’re willing to spend money, it’ll be done quickly.”

"Don't be too hasty."

"There's no rush. After the walls and gates are completed, the courtyard can be slowly and carefully carved."

"The courtyard will be done according to your design. It will definitely look great."

"A must."

"Construction strictly in accordance with the design drawings?"

"There are no plans to change it for the time being, but it may be revised in the future."

"How much is it expected to cost?" Wang Xiaoya asked in a low voice.

"There is no budget, there is no ceiling." Bai He smiled lightly.

Wang Xiaoya smiled and gave Bai He a thumbs up.

After the wooden door was installed, both Bai He and Wang Xiaoya tried it out.

It feels very good to close and open the door.

After settling the balance, the boss who provided the wooden gate said goodbye to Bai He and drove away with the employees.

"This door looks good, but it's too expensive." Wang Xiaoya said with a smile.

"How many small goals can your husband and I achieve in one day? How much does it cost to buy this wooden door?" Bai He said with a smile, "In the future, when our furniture factory is built, I can use sea yellow wood to make furniture.

Door, remove this wooden door and install a wooden door made of sea yellow material."

"Ten thousand yuan per catty of sea yellow is used to make wooden doors?"

"No?"

"Okay!" Wang Xiaoya smiled and shook her head, "Money can't buy you happiness."

"That's what I said." Bai He said with a smile, "I don't want to hear others say that I am a prodigal."

"Are you afraid that others will say something about you?"

"You don't care about other people's opinions at all? Don't care about what others think of you?" Bai He asked.

"My level is not that high."

That night, after dinner, Bai He and Wang Xiaoya climbed to the third floor, sat on the sofa, and looked through the rare ancient books from the Song Dynasty that they had obtained yesterday.

Bai He took out one set, but did not take out the other nine sets.

"Husband, how many tens of millions can such a set of ancient books be sold for?"

"You don't believe it?"

"It's incredible."

"You can check it online. This book is said to have the collection seals of Dong Qichang and other famous people, so it can be considered that it has been circulated in an orderly manner."

"With these seals, can the value be increased?"

"Yes."

"It has survived for more than three hundred years, which is rare."

"It is very rare. Even in the Ming Dynasty, rare ancient books from the Song Dynasty were very precious. 1,000 grams of gold can be exchanged for 10 sets of rare ancient books from the Song Dynasty. In troubled times, you can buy them. In the Dong Qichang era, it would be good to buy one or two sets."

"Are the manuscripts of master calligraphers more valuable?"

"Manuscripts of calligraphers from the Song Dynasty?"

"Yes."

"Several hundred million."

"What if it's Su Shi's manuscript?"

"A word worth a thousand dollars."

"A word is worth a thousand taels of gold?" Wang Xiaoya asked.

"In the Song Dynasty, one tael was about 40 grams, and one thousand taels was about 40,000 grams, more than ten million. If it was Su Shi's calligraphy, with a dozen big characters, it would sell for two to three hundred million, which is really not expensive."

"If it spreads in an orderly manner, many future generations of celebrities will stay and be promoted."

"yes."

"Ten sets of rare ancient books from the Song Dynasty, are you reluctant to sell them?"

"I wouldn't think about selling them without going bankrupt."

“Keep it to pass on to future generations?”

"Part of it will be left to future generations, and part of it will be donated to the museum."

“Which museum should I donate to?”

"We need to think about this issue carefully." Bai He stood up and said with a smile, "My hands are itchy and I want to write calligraphy."

"If you want to write, just write, I will write with you."

"good!"

Bai He and Wang Xiaoya entered the study and wrote calligraphy for more than an hour.

After applauding for love, the two took a hot bath together.

"Husband--" Wang Xiaoya snuggled into Bai He's arms and drew circles on Bai He's chest with her fingers.

Bai He was a little tired and didn't want to talk, so he kept silent.

"Looking at the items in the system?"

"No." Bai He said with a smile, "My mind is empty."

"Do you like this state?"

"I like this state!" Bai He smiled and played tricks on his wife.

"If you were asked to travel back in time and become an emperor, would you become a coward?"

"How do you want me to answer?"

"You can say whatever you want."

"I don't think there are many people who want to be emperors who want to be emperors."

"Do you think Chongzhen is a foolish king?"

"Uh..." Bai He pondered for a moment, "Although I have not studied the emperor Chongzhen, based on my understanding of history, I feel that he is definitely not a wise emperor."

"It's not in vain." Wang Xiaoya said angrily.

"Bah!" Bai He kissed his wife's cheek, "The building is about to collapse, and it's not someone like Chongzhen who can turn the tide."

"After Chongzhen ascends the throne, he allows you to pass through your soul and become Chongzhen. Can you continue the Ming Dynasty?"

"If you have a golden finger, that's fine."

"What golden finger?"

"Sweet potatoes, corn."

"There are natural and man-made disasters. Even if there are two high-yield foods, sweet potatoes and corn, they cannot solve the problem of feeding the victims."

"What you say makes sense, and you see the problem clearly for your husband."

"Half-literate." Wang Xiaoya joked with a smile, "How many famous poems from the Qing Dynasty can you recite?"

"There are not many famous poems from the Qing Dynasty. Let me think about it." Bai He thought for a while and then said with a smile, "I remembered a few poems."

"back."

"Hsinchu" by Zheng Banqiao: Hsinchu is higher than the old bamboo branches, and it is all supported by the old branches. Next year there will be new ones, and the ten-foot-long dragon and grandson will come around Fengchi. Zheng Banqiao's "Bamboo and Stone": The green mountains will not relax, and the roots will be broken.

In the rock, it is still strong despite being struck by thousands of blows, regardless of the winds from east to west, north and south. Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems of Ji Hai", Jiuzhou relies on wind and thunder for its anger, and it is pitiful for thousands of horses to stand in silence. I urge God to cheer up and send talents in any way. Yuan Mei's

"What I See": A shepherd boy rides an ox, and his song shakes the forest. He wants to catch cicadas, but suddenly he stands silently. Gao Ding's "Village Dwelling": The grass grows and the orioles fly in the February sky, and the willows brush the dike and are drunk by the spring smoke. The children return early from school.

, busy taking advantage of the east wind to fly kites."

Bai He recited five poems, smiled slightly proudly, and said, "I have only recited five poems. Please add one or two more."

"Gong Zizhen's "Miscellaneous Poems of Jihai", the sun is setting in the majestic sorrow of separation, and the whip is chanting to the east, pointing to the end of the world. Falling red is not a heartless thing, it turns into spring mud to protect the flowers."

"Okay."

"You can't recite this poem?"

"Yes, I didn't think of it."

"Zhao Yi's "On Poetry": Li and Du's poems have been passed down by thousands of mouths, but they are no longer new. Talented people have emerged from generation to generation, and each has been leading the way for hundreds of years."

"Awesome, awesome!"

"There's more!"

"Please give me some advice, madam." Bai He said with a smile.

"Yuan Mei's "Miscellaneous Poems on the Lake": The flowers in Ge Ling bloom in February, and tourists come and go talking about gods. My heart is different from that of tourists. I don't envy gods and young men."

"Little lady, you are so awesome, I am convinced!" Bai He said with a smile.

"Little brat, what do you mean by calling yourself an old man?" Wang Xiaoya smiled and pinched Bai He's cheek.

"Damn!" Bai He said with a smile, "Is your skin itchy?"

"You want to hit me?"

"I'm willing to hit you, but it's too late for me to hurt you."

Bai He was about to ask for a kiss, but was pushed away by Wang Xiaoya.

"No more."

"A little too much."
Chapter completed!