Comic books are nostalgic, and Peng Cheng can understand it, but political propaganda books like the Little Red Book are the most objectionable to him. How could anyone collect them?

"We have no experience in this area, and of course we don't know the special feelings of our elders towards that period."

Wang Guan smiled and said: "Besides, don't think that you have not been affected. I don't believe you don't know famous sayings such as studying hard and making progress every day, without investigation and research, you have no right to speak, etc."

"I know for sure." Peng Cheng said in surprise: "Are these famous quotes extracted from these books?"

"certainly."

Wang Guan nodded slightly, and then said with a smile: "Speaking of which, these little red books are probably the best-selling books in the world, with tens of millions or hundreds of millions of copies printed. I guess no one can break such a record.

"

"No, the most popular one should be the Bible." Peng Cheng retorted, leaving Wang Guan speechless.

After a while, Wang Guan said helplessly: "Stop talking, quickly take out the books and take a closer look at the types. Remember to be careful not to damage them."

"I know." Peng Cheng responded casually, carefully taking out the stacks of books and placing them on the ground. Then he gently untied the ropes and spread them out one by one.

Wang Guan observed carefully from the side and saw that these books were generally well preserved, but there were some curls. In particular, the corners of some book covers were folded very seriously, and even the corners of the books were broken.

Judging by the circumstances, these books were read quite a bit when they were bought back.

At this time, Peng Cheng was a little worried and asked hurriedly: "If it looks like this, can it still be sold?"

"sure."

Wang Guan smiled and said: "The Tibetan world generally divides books and comics into ten levels. The brand new ones are the tenth grade. These books like yours have gone through normal circulation and have creases and stains. There are a few curls in the corners of the books. They are considered

Eighth grade. Generally speaking, books that reach eighth grade or above already have certain collection and investment value."

"That's good." Peng Cheng beamed with joy.

"But don't be too happy too soon." Wang Guan said coldly: "There are too many copies of the Little Red Book printed, and there will be many handed down, so the price will naturally not go up. Generally, a copy can only be sold for a few hundred yuan."

"A few hundred dollars is fine."

A flash of disappointment flashed across Peng Cheng's eyes, and then he laughed and said: "Anyway, I picked it up for free. There are dozens of books here, about ten or twenty thousand, which is more than my annual salary."

"It's best if you think so." Wang Jian nodded and said, "Nowadays, I mainly read comic books. After all, compared to books, this kind of comic book was not valued by people at the time. After reading the content, few people would treasure it.

rise, so the number handed down will naturally not be very large, causing the price to rise every year."

Hearing this, Peng Cheng quickly took out the comic strips from the box and spread them out slowly.

Wang Wangwang went to "Baidu Treasure Picking Bar☆Text Release" and found that these comic strips were all familiar stories, such as "The Story of the Red Lantern", "Taking the Tiger Mountain by Wisdom", "Shajiabang", "Surprise Attack on the White Tiger Group", "

"Red Detachment of Women", "White-Haired Girl", "Battle on the Plains", etc. You may not know all the content of the story, but you must have heard of these names often. No.

"Hey, Ji Maoxin, Dong Cunrui, Qiu Shaoyun, the Five Heroes of Langya Mountain..." Wang Guan took out a few comic books and said with a smile: "I have read these comic books back then."

"It's not just these, there are many more." Peng Cheng smiled, walked to another big box, and continued to move books.

Looking at the comic books in front of him, Wang Guan suddenly realized that he was too ignorant. Apart from those familiar stories, there were many heroic deeds that he had never heard of. In addition, there were some stories about Kuafu chasing the sun and Chang'e flying to the moon.

, Nuwa was raped by heaven, Jingwei reclaimed the sea, and other myths and legends. Of course, the famous "Havoc in Heaven" is indispensable among them.

Wang Guan casually browsed through it and found that the book "Havoc in Heaven" was actually published in 1973 and was a hand-drawn book. Although he didn't know the author and didn't know if this person was a famous comic book artist, but because of the publication time and the intact quality,

The appearance, coupled with the smooth lines of the painting style, the price of this thing is definitely not cheap.

"This one costs at least several thousand."

Wang Guan said with a smile: "There are too many books. You can go back and slowly classify them according to the time of publication, subject matter and content, and painting style. Anyway, the earlier the publication, the subject matter and content are rarer. It is a hand-painted book and a well-preserved comic book. The price

The more expensive it is.”

"Understood." Peng Cheng packed up happily.

At the same time, Wang Guan also stood up and stretched, but suddenly he found a bright light reflecting under a large box.

"Peng Cheng, what else is in the box?" Wang Guan was a little surprised and walked over to take a look.

"It's nothing." Peng Cheng was startled, then shook his head and said: "It's just some commemorative medals and the like, which cost a few dozen yuan at most. There's no need to pay attention to them."

"How do you know that commemorative medals only cost dozens of yuan?" Wang Guan said casually, lowered his head and looked at it, and found that there was a disk box at the bottom of the box. The disk box had no cover, and there were some badges scattered around inside.

"I heard what people said." Peng Cheng replied: "When Hong Kong returned to China in 1997, didn't they issue a commemorative medal? Someone seemed to have purchased it in the past two years. I asked, and it seemed to be more than thirty yuan. And you

Don't think that I am so ignorant, I just saw it and most of those badges are my dad's personal medals and are worthless."

"oh."

Wang took a second look and found that these badges were indeed, as Peng Cheng said, commemorative medals issued by some activities organized by the local government. They did not have much value.

For a moment, Wang Guan lost interest and casually threw down a badge, but it hit the edge of the box and made a muffled sound.

Hearing the sound, Wang Guan's heart moved, and his attention immediately focused on the disk box. The reason why it is called a disk box is because this thing looks like a disk but not as big as a disk, and looks like a box but not as small as a box. It is somewhere in between.

The type of device between.

However, after careful observation by Wang Guan, he finally confirmed that it was an offering tray. It was the tray used by wealthy families to put fruits in ancient times.

"That's right, it's an ancient offering plate."

Although he has not yet made an appraisal, Wang Guan is 70-80% sure. Everyone knows that this is Peng Cheng’s home and what conditions it was like more than ten years ago. Having meat for every meal is considered a luxury.

, I am afraid that fruits can only be tasted during festivals, let alone deliberately buying a serving plate and bringing the fruits back to greet guests.

Thinking of this, Wang Guan hurriedly took out the offering plate, grabbed the badges, and looked at them carefully.

This offering plate looked very light, like the shape of a lotus leaf, but when he picked it up, Wang Guan felt it was a bit heavy. But as soon as he picked it up, he knew that it was a wooden offering plate, with a deep black color and fine texture.

, and some weights. Taken together, it is clearly...

"Red sandalwood!" Wang Guan shouted in surprise.

"What?"

At the right time, Peng Cheng raised his head and said blankly: "Wang Guan, what were you talking about just now?"

"I'm telling you, your family used to be a wealthy landowner, but you still have such good things." Wang Guan chuckled and said, "Even the fruit offering plate is made of red sandalwood. It's so extravagant."

"Red sandalwood!" Peng Cheng's eyes widened and he shouted in surprise: "You said that plate is red sandalwood."

"Not only is it made of rosewood, but it should be from the late Qing Dynasty."

Wang Guan said: "Look, the coating on the offering plate is warm and bright, and the color is restrained and deep. Only after more than a hundred years of precipitation can such a bright and bright charm be brewed."

"Let me take a look." Peng Cheng jumped over, grabbed the plate and observed it repeatedly, overjoyed.

"Did you see anything?" Wang Guanxiao asked.

"I don't understand." Peng Cheng grinned and said, "But it feels like a good thing."

"Teach you the simplest identification method. Go back and gently wipe the surface of the wood with an alcohol cotton ball. If the cotton ball is dyed purple and red, it is red sandalwood." Wang Guan laughed and said, "Congratulations.

Such an antique red sandalwood lotus leaf offering plate is worth at least two to three hundred thousand in the market."

"Two hundred thousand?" Peng Cheng's pupils shrank and then expanded, as if they had turned into the shape of copper coins.

"Yeah." Wang Guan nodded and said, "It must be more than 200,000."

"Great, now Huang Ting's parents will no longer object to my marriage to her." Peng Cheng giggled, danced, and looked very excited.

Wang Guan understood his mood, patted his shoulder, and said with a smile: "Don't just daydream. Put your things away quickly, otherwise you will be robbed and you will have no place to cry..."

"Whoever dares to steal my things will have his claws chopped off!" Peng Cheng's expression changed and he said viciously.

"Catch the thief, catch the thief..."

At this moment, bursts of roaring came from outside the house.

"No, whatever you say comes," Wang Guan said in surprise, as if he had the potential to become a prophet.

"What a thief."

At this time, Peng Cheng was also dumbfounded, and his first reaction was to hold the red sandalwood offering plate in his arms.

"Everyone, hurry up and catch the thief. Don't let that guy go. He actually dares to dig up our Peng family's ancestral graves in broad daylight. We must not let him go..."

"What, digging ancestral graves?" When Peng Cheng heard this, his expression changed drastically.

Although it is said that people's respect for their ancestors has become relatively weak these days, especially young people, who may not go home to visit their graves during the Qingming Festival and Double Ninth Festival, it does not mean that they have really forgotten their ancestors.

Especially people in mountain villages have relatively traditional ideas. As soon as they heard that someone had dug up their ancestral graves, they immediately became furious and picked up the ancestral graves and rushed out in all directions.

"Surround him on both sides and surround him."

"Everyone beat him hard, he deserves to be beaten to death..."

The shouting sounds are getting closer and closer, and they are getting more and more urgent, as if they are nearby.

"Wang Guan, let me go out and take a look."

Peng Cheng hesitated for a moment, then hid the red sandalwood offering plate, picked up a wooden stick and walked out the door. Wang Guan also followed, and when he reached the door, he heard a beeping sound.
Chapter completed!