"Stop talking about it and make us sick, open the box and take a look!" Yi Zhixing directly cursed with a smile.

Chen Xiu went to open the wooden box, and Yi Zhixing and the Weasel also came over. There was a box of books under the wooden box. Looking at the thread-bound versions, it was probably a very old age; the books were wrapped in cloth.

Yi Zhixing couldn't wait to open the cloth package, and a palm-sized pen was exposed inside to wash it. The mouth was open, the sunflower edges gradually gathered at the bottom and the bottom was flat.

The body of the instrument changes with the undulation and concave edges, and the inner bottom is decorated with double dragons. The overall shape is beautiful and timeless.

The whole body is covered with Ge's glaze, and the glaze surface is slightly beige yellow.

Chen Xiu looked at him from afar and lit up, although he had already concluded that this was the authentic one before he could get into his hands.

"Oh no, it must be because they threw the box too much gravity just now, and they washed the pen and broke it!" The weasel slapped his thigh in anxiety.

When Yi Zhixing and Chen Xiu heard what he said, they were anxious and asked anxiously: "It's broken? Which place is broken?"

Yi Zhixing took a pen and washed it up and down to see where it was damaged.

The weasel pointed to the opening piece on the pen and said, "Look, they all fell into pieces, they were broken!"

"Huh~"

Chen Xiu and Yi Zhixing were funny and angry. Yi Zhixing kicked him in the butt and scolded: "Damn it, I almost got scared to death by you! These are opening films, not cracks or not! Damn, if you don't know anything, follow us to steal antiques, and you will get ten thousand less of you later!"

After hearing Yi Zhixing said this, the Weasel knew it was a joke, but he still didn't know what the opening was. Looking at the openings on the pen washing, it looked like the cracked dishes at home.

"Boy, come and see, what is the price of this pen washing now?"

Yi Zhixing handed the pen to Chen Xiu. After all, he had been in prison for twenty years and had no idea about the antique market.

As soon as Chen Xiu got into his hands, a message emerged from his mind: "The Northern Song Dynasty Ge Kiln Kuikou Washing is intact, and the current market price is 3.6 million."

"A few years ago, I sold a Southern Song Dynasty Ge Kiln ash green glaze six-petal sun-mouthed waist-bending plate on a private auction in Lenpez, Germany. The transaction price at that time was 100 million!"

"EUR?!"

"I'm thinking too much, it's rm!"

"One hundred million rm is not bad!" the weasel said excitedly.

"What's the hurry? That's gray-green glaze, a rare product in Ge Kiln. Ours is yellow glaze, and it's worth it to the price!"

"How much is it worth?" Yi Zhixing also asked anxiously.

"It's about three to four million. If you find a familiar auction to hype it up, it should be sold for five million!"

"Five million!"

Weasel and Yi Zhixing were both excited all of a sudden, and a strange light appeared in their eyes.

"That... Master Xiu, I've never touched something worth five million. Can I let it touch..." The weasel looked at Chen Xiu's pen washing hand and poked his hand with envious look.

"Look at your unpromising look! Take it, don't fall, I'll peel you off!"

Chen Xiu washed the pen and put it down in his hand. The weasel was so excited that he squeezed it tightly, for fear that his hand would slip and fall.

"You're so gentle, don't crush it! Five million are in your hands!" Yi Zhixing also laughed and scolded.

“Yes…yes!”

Chen Xiu ignored the weasel, and directly touched the box of the golden nanmu and said, "This is also a good thing, it should be hundreds of thousands of dollars when auctioned!"

When Yi Zhixing heard that the wooden box was worth hundreds of thousands of yuan, he was even more excited and urged him: "Look at your books again, are there any isolated books? Can you sell them for a good price?"

Some famous people's handwritten books or scarce printed versions have also become very popular at auctions in recent years.

Chen Xiu took out a few books from it and looked through them, shook his head and said, "There are some of them nowadays, and the Four Books and Five Classics of the Ming Dynasty, but they are all good things. When you meet a collector who knows how to sell them for tens of thousands of yuan, ordinary people probably think it's too dilapidated to sell them to those who collect waste!"

Yi Zhixing also caught it from the box and basically looked through it. He saw that the paper was light yellow and there were bookworms on it. He was disappointed and threw the books back into the box.

Chen Xiu looked at it casually. The ancestor of the house manager looked like a scholar. He used small characters in fly heads next to the classics and wrote them in detailed annotations, which were well written.

After reading seven or eight books in a row, I took out a few more books from it and let go of one, and I saw that it said "Fang Feng Public Diary" on it.

"This Fangfeng Gong should be the ancestor of the house manager who moved to Tongzhou. This should be his diary."

Chen Xiu opened it and read it carefully. It really described some of his life experiences and daily trivial matters.

It turned out that Mr. Fang Feng was originally a Jinshi in the Yongle period, but later he stood in the wrong team in the battle between Zhu Di and Emperor Jianwen. Later, Zhu Di became the emperor. He also got rid of the fourth-rank official in the capital and demoted him to Goulu (an ancient name of Tongzhou). He became a seventh-rank county magistrate.

The subsequent diary was about how he was depressed and unsuccessful after taking office.

"Huh!"

After turning to the back, Chen Xiu was suddenly attracted by the content of one of the diaries.

The content inside is about a story about Fang Feng Gong and the local landlords of Goulu, who were visiting a local cave together. The place name of Goululu was also named because of Goululululu.

The diary records that the cave is huge and several miles long. Legend has it that Ge Hong, who was in the Jin Dynasty, was still refining alchemy here when he was serving as Goulu Order. When Mr. Fang Feng and Mr. Fang were also visiting, there was also an alchemy furnace left by Ge Hong before.

"It turns out that Ge Hong really served as the county magistrate in Tongzhou. It seems that Gu Hua didn't make up a story to deceive me!"

Chen Xiu collected Fang Fenggong's diary and looked at the weasel who was still playing with pen washing and asked, "Weasel, is there a cave called Gouluodong in Tongzhou?"

"have!"

The weasel handed the pen to the hand of the Xingxing and said, "It's just a broken cave that looks nothing good. It's specially used to fool tourists from other places. A ticket costs more than 100 yuan. Master Xiu, if you want to go and see it, I can arrange it."

“Is that cave big?”

"It's quite big. Generally, the places are more than ten meters high and more than ten meters wide. There are two empty platforms in the middle, as big as football fields. It is said that Ge Hong had lived there before."

It's true!

Chen Xiu did not expect that this theft would have unexpected gains.

Chen Xiu said excitedly: "Tomorrow, help me get a ticket with multiple tickets for loopholes."

"A little thing, I have a brother who lives near the hook loophole. I will let him be a tour guide tomorrow."
Chapter completed!