"Little brother, what are the thread-bound books you poured out? Pick it up and take a look!"

"Yes, I didn't expect that there were so many thread-bound books hidden underneath. We were almost curious to die."

"If it's a good book, I'm willing to buy it, how about it?"

Everyone was talking, each of them had a small plan, and those who were waiting to watch the fun and jokes were even more curiously looking at the thread-bound books, waiting for Lin Yi to give the result.

Fatty Zhu read those thread-bound books up close, with a total of 19 books, with a large opening book, and a very good look. Although he didn't understand books, he saw these old books with an old atmosphere, and his heart was still "dangdong" and was beating constantly.

"What are these..." he muttered.

Lin Yi ignored those who were shouting, and didn't even raise his head because his nose had already smelled a strong smell of bookish fragrance.

The strong fragrance of books directly exposed the spiritual energy in his body, and then Lin Yi's mind thundered, and illusions appeared in his mind habitually.

Dust is flying, and the sound of the golden horses is singing.

In the capital, countless people fleeing from the city gates rushed out.

The sound of gunfire was heard, and the invading team of the Eight-Nation Alliance was already waiting outside. When they saw the escaped refugees, they shot wildly.

Countless refugees fell one after another, a bare-ass child sat on the ground, crying loudly, his mother fell to the ground, blood flowing.

After the shooting, the robbery began. The invading troops ravaged the poor refugees wantonly, robbing all the valuable things they carried with them, broken silver, gold watches, cattle and sheep...

Wailing and crying are useless.

This is a ruthless era, and it is also an era of war.

...

A Russian soldier fell in love with an old man who looked like a scholar, kicked the old man down, then stepped on his whip with his feet, muttering, as if saying: "Take out all the valuable things you have on you!"

The old man wanted to stand up, but staggered and fell to the ground again. His whip was trampled and he couldn't get up, so he had to take out some broken silver from the package and hand it to the Russian soldier tremblingly.

The soldier took the silver, snatched the old man's package, and shook out all the things inside.

The cigarette pot, silver bracelet, land deed, and more than a dozen books all shook to the ground. Russian soldiers were not interested in those land deeds and ancient books, but snatched the silver bracelets and the like. Finally, they kicked the old man hard and scolded: "I'm immortal!"

The old man spat out a mouthful of blood. He lay on the ground, and used his arms to protect the ancient books, as if those things were his most precious treasures.

...

In a thatched hut, the old man coughed violently, blood spilled out from the corner of his mouth. He trembled his hand and pointed to the package he had snatched out.

His nephew took the package and helped him up, and he said, "This... is left for you."

My nephew was also a scholar. Seeing that his uncle was solemn, he opened the package and saw the 19 ancient books. He stroked the covers of those ancient books, felt the knowledge it contained, and couldn't help crying.

"These... are my most cherished books, and you must save them well in the future." After saying these words, the old man seemed to have used all his last strength to pass away.

The nephew cried when he released the animals. When he fled, the whole family died, only the two of them were left, and now he was the only one left.

...

Time goes by---

The Qing Dynasty was destroyed, and warlords fought in the land of China.

My nephew also became a middle-aged man. The Four Books and Five Classics he had studied hard and all the books used for the imperial examinations became useless, and the 19 ancient books he collected became useless books. However, he was reluctant to throw them away, and he was even reluctant to sell them, although the book vendor in Pan Jiayuan had already found him a good opportunity and offered a high price of 30 oceans. He didn't sell them because it was a souvenir.

Today the book dealer came again and brought a very famous person, who had thick eyebrows and a beard. I heard that he was good at writing articles, and even many officials were afraid of him.

The man asked him to call him "Mr. Zhou", saying that he wanted to read those books.

He took out the 19 ancient books, and Mr. Zhou looked at them carefully, and told him that these were treasures, ancient books from the Ming Dynasty, and asked him if he would be willing to give them up.

He shook his head, told the stories of these books, and then said that he would pass them on. Mr. Zhou was a little regretful, and it seemed that he really liked these ancient books.

Looking at such a famous celebrity's expression, he almost shook at that moment.

Mr. Zhou did not offer any price in the end, but just told him that if he changed his mind one day, he would go to him.

That was his first and last time he met Mr. Zhou.

...

The sound of gunfire finally ended, and the land of China finally became unified.

He is old, but he feels that he should be able to live a good life, with two sons, one daughter, and his wife who smiles whenever he meets.

At this time, the donation campaign began in society, and many wealthy families donated their treasures to the country, to museums, archives, etc.

He also wanted to donate the 19 ancient books and ran to the county town. However, the museum kept the door and refused to let him in, saying that the leader was not at home and asked him to come again next time. He finally stopped a staff member, who read his book and told him, comrade, it would be better to take these back, it was of no great value.

He came with great enthusiasm, but he had to take the ancient books and run home. His wife asked him why he couldn't do it. He replied, "It's so bad, those people don't know anything!"

...

Changes in the wind and clouds, great-leap forward, ten-year catastrophe---

Those 19 ancient books have experienced water, fire, war and natural disasters, and are still well preserved.

Passed from generation to generation.

One generation protects one generation.

It has been passed down from generation to generation, and finally it has come to this day.

Things change, people are old, and those who collect books are old.

This set of books is brand new.

...

Lin Yi turned back from the illusion and looked at the set of books--the ancient dark yellow book cover, the light blue book title label, and the five large-character titles of the "Thirteen Classics Notes" imitated in Song Dynasty. This is a typical layout of the Wanli edition of the Ming Dynasty. The homepage of the book is marked with a red seal with the "Seal of the Ministry of Rites", and the small characters "The 21st Anniversary of Wanli" on the mouth of the book are vividly remembered--This book is not only the official edition of Wanli, but also a collection of the Ministry of Rites of the Qing Dynasty.

This book should be called "Northern Supervisor" in literature, and all libraries and museums do not have any collections. What is more valuable is that this book was collected by the Ministry of Rites in the early Qing Dynasty, which is probably the only one in the world.

When Lin Yi checked this book, everyone else could see clearly. There were many people around him who knew the goods, and he could tell who the value of this set was at a glance.

"The "Thirteen Classics Notes and Commentaries", the official engraving of the Ming version? Not bad, very good!"

"Did you see the seal of the Ministry of Rites? Is this the supervisor?"

Amazement continued.

For these book lovers, a Ming version of the official engraving is already amazing, but it is actually a collection of books from the Ministry of Rites in the Qing Dynasty, which is even more amazing.

"Little brother, I will pay 500,000 yuan for this set of books. Will it be sold?"

"Six hundred thousand! It's rare to have a full set, and the appearance is so good. It's also an official engraved by the Ming version, and the old collection of the Ministry of Rites--I'll pay 600 thousand."

After several collectors came forward to read this set of "Thirteen Classics Notes", they offered Lin Yi prices. Lao Cao and others who had never seen such a scene looked at each other and could not believe their ears.

The shouts of yelling came one after another. Lin Yi just turned his back on his sack of old books, which actually increased to 600,000 yuan. Lin Yi smiled on his face because he knew clearly that the price of this set of books was more than that.

Sure enough, it seemed that Lin Yi was sure of Lin Yi's guess. At this time, a man stood up in the crowd, gray-haired, very old, wearing a Zhongshan suit, and looked very stylish. He glanced at Lin Yi, then pointed to the set of "Thirteen Classics Notes" in his hand, and said, "I bought your set of books for 3.8 million!"

With a bang, the entire scene exploded.

3.8 million, 19 books, which means that one book is as high as 200,000!
Chapter completed!