The five-clawed dragon was the symbol of the emperor in ancient times. The emperor was called the "True Dragon Son of Heaven" and the incarnation of the "True Dragon" in heaven. In feudal society, it was stipulated that only the dragon on the emperor's items had five claws, and other royal family members and ministers could only use four or three claws. This represented the supreme and unshakable imperial power.

Lu Jiaxin thought that this piece of ink was probably a tribute to the emperor. Some wealthy people like such symbolic things, and they can sell them for a high price if they find the right buyer.

Xue Mao looked at the stones and frowned: "Sister, can these things really be sold at a high price?"

Why does he think it's so mysterious? If he saw these things on the road, he wouldn't lower his head to pick them up, and even if he gave them to him, he would think they took up space.

Lu Jiaxin smelled the fragrance of the ink and said with a smile: "It can't be sold at a high price now, but you can't buy it even if you have money in the future."

Antiques are not popular yet, and the mainland antique dealers are also very aggressive in lowering prices, so if she wants to sell them at a high price, she has to go to Pengcheng. However, she only plans to sell one painting as start-up capital, and keep the others. She is not planning to find someone to authenticate these things for the time being, because if the things are exposed, the news will be unconcealed.

Gu Wenfeng said, "Miss Lu, you stay up there and guard it. Xue Mao and I will carry the remaining boxes up."

Lu Jiaxin originally wanted to open these five paintings. She only knew that one of them was a painting of a lady, but she had no idea what the other four were.

Putting down the things in her hand, Lu Jiaxin agreed with a smile.

With Lu Jiaxin's instructions, the two were very careful when they lifted the boxes of porcelain, and when they reached the entrance, they took each item up one by one. Although they didn't know much about antiques, they thought such exquisite porcelain should be very valuable.

It was already evening when all the things were carried up. Gu Wenfeng wanted to build the kang overnight, but Lu Jiaxin felt that there was no need to rush.

Lu Jiaxin said, "We were very careful when we brought the things up just now, and it was quite noisy outside, so the people in the second courtyard couldn't hear the noise. But if we were building a wall, the noise would be so loud that they would definitely hear it. Even if they felt that the kang was not good and wanted to rebuild it, they couldn't choose to do it at night, otherwise they would be suspicious."

Gu Wenfeng thought she was quite cautious, so he smiled and said, "Okay, let's rebuild this kang tomorrow morning. Not only this kang, but the other two kangs will also need to be rebuilt."

They covered the entrance with wooden boards and piled up a few bricks. After doing this, Gu Wenfeng and Xue Mao went out.

Lu Jiaxin took out the five paintings and opened them one by one. When she saw the familiar painting of a lady, she almost reached out to touch it, but she retracted her hand when she touched the painting. Her hands were sweaty, and touching the painting like this would cause irreversible damage.

In addition to the painting of ladies, the other four paintings are ink painting, birthday offering, hunting and flower and bird painting. The two larks are lifelike and very beautiful.

She was shocked to see the signature on the flower and bird painting. The author of the painting was the emperor of the Song Dynasty who was both a master of calligraphy. Although this emperor became the king of a fallen country, his attainments in calligraphy and painting were extremely high. As such, his calligraphy and paintings were very popular in later generations, and each of them was priced at a sky-high price. Of course, the premise is that it must be an original work, and imitations are not allowed.

Lu Jiaxin also carefully looked at the signatures of the other three paintings, but unfortunately she didn't recognize any of the names on them. This didn't mean that the paintings were fake, but that she didn't have a deep understanding of ancient paintings. The reason why she knew that the lark was painted by the fallen emperor was because she heard the tour guide introduce it in the museum. The signatures of the other paintings might be his own handwriting or pseudonym, and he was not an expert in this field or had done research on it.

After looking through this box, Lu Jiaxin opened the box containing porcelain. There were twelve pieces of porcelain in total, including a blue and white plum blossom pattern porcelain vase, a two-handled porcelain vase, a three-legged incense burner, as well as painted bowls, clear glaze tea cups, etc.

She knew a little about blue and white porcelain, but she had no idea about the others. But she was collecting them and didn't plan to sell them anyway. When she had the ability to protect them in the future, she would ask someone to appraise them.

Lu Jiaxin happily put the things back carefully. As for the eight boxes of ancient books, she did not look at them again. She had decided to donate them. If she looked at them again, she might not be able to bear the loss and would only add to her troubles.

Gu Wenfeng took a shower and came back. After he sat down, he asked, "How are you going to transport these things back?"

Gu Wenfeng was stunned. He never expected that Lu Jiaxin would allocate it in this way.

Xue Mao immediately waved his hand: "Sister, I don't want it. You gave me the house, if you still want these things, then what am I going to become."

Gu Wenfeng came back to his senses and said, "Miss Lu, you can't do that. The house is yours, so naturally everything here is yours too."

Lu Jiaxin said jokingly: "These things will be very valuable in the future. If you don't want them now, don't regret it in the future!"

Xue Mao immediately stated that he would never regret it.

Gu Wenfeng rarely smiled. He said, "Miss Lu, these things were originally yours. I have nothing to regret."

You can't just take things that don't belong to you. But he was still very happy that Lu Jiaxin had this intention.

"Are you sure you don't want any of them?"

The two of them shook their heads together, indicating that neither of them wanted it.

After Lu Jiaxin took out the inkstone with the five-clawed dragon and the plum blossom porcelain vase, she said, "Since you don't want them, I'll keep these and donate the rest."

Gu Wenfeng had no objection, but Xue Mao was unwilling: "No, you can't donate."

He had no objection to donating the books, as they were not valuable anyway. But he was reluctant to part with the porcelain and inkstones, which looked quite precious.

Despite Xue Mao's strong opposition, only eight boxes of ancient books and rice paper were donated, and the rest were kept.

Gu Wenfeng said, "You need to donate these books to the Sijiu City Museum. I will contact a car tomorrow and arrange for the transportation of these books to Sijiu City. Miss Lu, you can also send your things back with them."

Lu Jiaxin said, "Brother Gu, I don't want people to know that these books were donated by me."

Gu Wenfeng understood her decision. Many greedy people in this world would think that she had more treasures if they knew that she had donated so many ancient books. Even if the Xie family protected her, it was true that a thief could not be on guard against thieves for a thousand days.

"Ms. Lu, I can't guarantee what you said. If you want to be absolutely sure, you can only ask your leader to arrange it."

Lu Jiaxin agreed without thinking. Xie Kaixiao would not take such a small thing seriously, otherwise it would be too petty.

(End of this chapter)