"I know everything about your family, old lady. I'll give you 200,000 yuan for these 20 strings."

What?

Although the old lady had poor hearing, she could still make a pretty accurate judgment on these key matters from the other person's eye expressions and mouth shape.

Not to mention the middle-aged man in his forties or fifties. Although he is in poor health, his ears are indeed very good.

Before the wife could speak, the middle-aged man tightly grasped the armrest of the wheelchair, almost stood up, and asked: "Boss, are you telling the truth?"

"Of course it's true."

Lin Han took out 20 stacks of cash from her handbag and placed them on the middle-aged man's lap.

While saying: "In fact, there is a fundamental difference between guitar strings and fishing lines. Fishing lines are made of some plastic and gelatin, but high-quality guitar strings are made of sheep intestines."

"Sheep intestines are very tough and can be made into very thin strings. They meet the requirements in every aspect."

"Because it is made from sheep intestines, no mechanical products can be used in the production process. After all, its cleanliness and purity must be guaranteed."

"This kind of handmade strings are not only rare but also very precious. Generally, only high-quality guitars use this kind of strings."

Listen to what he said, both the old lady and the middle-aged man showed an expression of disbelief on their faces.

The middle-aged man kept staring at the thick stacks of cash on his legs.

Although his eyes were full of desire, he still looked at his mother.

"Boss Lin, these things are usually used to tie up cardboard boxes, and I don't think about how much they can be sold for. Will you lose money by doing this?"

Although the old lady has a kind heart, her desire for money can be imagined given her poor living conditions.

But even in this situation, she was still afraid that Han would suffer.

"I'm a businessman, ma'am, how could I lose money? But this situation seems to me to be very old, and I don't know which guitar matches him..."

As he spoke, Lin Han shook his head regretfully, looking extremely sad.

In fact, using sheep intestines to make guitar strings is a time-consuming and labor-intensive task. It not only requires manual labor, but also requires special caution when handling the sheep intestines.

This kind of sheep gut strings can only be used in a few well-made guqins.

However, compared with these strings, the value of the guqin is naturally higher.

What a pity! It is such a pity that the old lady only has the strings of the guqin at home, but not the corresponding guqin.

"Do you know what kind of guqin this kind of string is for?"

The old lady stood beside Lin Han, stared into his eyes and asked loudly.

"Shen Qin."

As soon as the word "Lin Han" came out of their mouths, the old lady and the middle-aged man's expressions changed again.

Although he noticed their change, Lin Han thought it was just their surprise at the ancient knowledge, so he didn't take it to heart.

"Shenqin, it's called this because during the Tang Dynasty, a family named Shen was in charge of making guqin for the imperial court."

"Shen Qin was actually famous before the Tang Dynasty. However, during the Tang Dynasty, due to the development of national strength and the strengthening of foreign exchanges, the Shen family was invited by the emperor to the palace to specialize in the production of palace guqins and the export of guqins to Persia and neighboring countries."

"That should have been Shen Qin's most glorious moment."

"Later, during the 5th and Sui dynasties, the country's power gradually declined, and the export of guqins was no longer encouraged by the court, so the Shen family's reputation in guqin making also declined."

"But this is only for their reputation. In fact, the Shen family has always been a master in guqin making."

"Especially during the Ming Dynasty, although the country was closed to the outside world, the Shen family's attainments in guqin reached a new level."

"Old lady, you once said that most of the villagers in this village came here when they fled during the Ming Dynasty. I guess these ancient zither strings are also left over from that time."

After hearing the last sentence, the old lady looked at her son.

The middle-aged man in the wheelchair wrapped the money in his clothes, then pushed the wheels of the wheelchair with both hands and walked back into the house.

"Boss Lin, I didn't expect you to describe the production of the Shen family's guqin in such detail."

In a word, the old lady's expression and tone were no longer as reserved and humble as before.

There seemed to be some pride in the old lady's expression.

Lin Han was puzzled when the door was pushed open again. The dark object held between the legs of the middle-aged man immediately attracted the attention of Lin Han and Mr. Bao.

It turned out to be a guqin.

The entire guqin is black, and the lower part and the right half seem to have been damaged.

However, the top of the guqin is still intact, but the surface looks a little dark and old, perhaps due to its age and lack of maintenance.

But even so, it still cannot conceal the ancient charm of the guqin.

This guqin is slightly narrowed on both sides and a little too big in the middle like a fish's belly, but the overall lines are very smooth.

Moreover, Lin Han knew at just one glance that this guqin was made of the finest golden nanmu wood.

Anyone who knows a little about guqin making knows that the most important thing about guqin is its texture, followed by the craftsmanship of the maker.

If I'm not mistaken, the material of this guqin is already top-grade and the maker is the Shen family that Lin Han mentioned just now.

The old lady held the guqin in her arms and then handed it to Lin Han carefully.

"Boss Lin, what you said just now is correct. Those sheep intestine strings are indeed worthy of the Shen family's guqin. Our family is the descendant of the Shen family, but we have no talent and have not carried forward the Shen family's guqin-making technology. On the contrary, we have fallen to this point."

"Because of this guqin, our Shen family paid a lot, even several lives. When my old man passed away, he also said that whoever can explain the origin of this guqin clearly, then he will be given this guqin."

"Boss Lin, you have helped me time and again, and you gave me 200,000 for the strings just now. I am also from the Shen family, and I will never be ungrateful. I will give you this guqin, even though I burned a part of it at the bottom."

At this point the old lady shook her head with some guilt.

"Our family can no longer keep this guqin. Leaving it here will only bring disaster. I wanted to burn it, but the old man disagreed. It is destined that you can come here today. You can take the guqin back."

As he said this, he stuffed the guqin into Lin Han's arms without saying a word.

this……

Lin Han didn't have time to answer, but his attention had already been attracted by the guqin.

It is truly a gift from heaven.

If Dzi beads are gifts from God, then this guqin is a treasure passed down from generation to generation that embodies the hard work of Master Shen.

If we must make a comparison, then this Shen family guqin can almost be compared with Wang Xizhi's Kuaixue Shiqing Tie.