Chapter 29: Finding Lost Ancient Books
Meng Xiao nodded, "Yes, you can get it from me next time."
It seemed that he had quite a lot of connections, so Su Heng asked, "Can you get a bicycle?"
Hearing this, Meng Xiao looked at Su Heng.
Lu Mingchuan was lame, so it couldn't be just a lame man riding it, so it would only be Su Heng himself. But the 28-inch bicycle was basically used by men, and the seat was very high.
Even though Su Heng's height is not short among girls, at 1.65 meters, she still looks a little petite in front of the bicycle.
Su Heng keenly sensed Meng Xiao's disdain and stood in front of the bicycle, gesturing, "My legs are very long, okay? They're just right. I can get up with just one push."
Besides, she's only eighteen! She might still grow!
Su Heng's legs are indeed very long and her waist is thin, which makes her figure look even better.
Meng Xiao coughed lightly and looked away. Lu Mingchuan gave him a cold look.
Then he walked over to Su Heng, unnoticeably blocking Meng Xiao's view, and said, "Forget it if he doesn't have one. I'll ask my comrades later and get you a bicycle ticket."
"That's also..."
"Who said there is no such thing? You just have to wait for half a month." Meng Xiao was provoked and immediately proved himself.
These goods have to be brought from the south and transported by long-distance trucks, and the round trip will take some time.
"How much will that cost?"
A bicycle that requires a ticket now costs about 150 yuan, and one that doesn't require a ticket on the black market will be much more expensive, maybe double that.
If it’s too expensive, forget it, she’ll save up more.
"Two hundred and four, and next time you find something good in the mountains, remember to look for me."
Including the fuel cost for the truck, this is almost his cost price.
This was much cheaper than Su Heng had imagined, and she was shamelessly tempted.
You have to know that it costs more than 100 yuan to find someone to collect bicycle tickets privately, and it is quite troublesome for Lu Mingchuan to find his comrades.
So he replied, "Okay, okay. Then bring one for me and I'll pick it up from your place next time."
Meng Xiao nodded: "Okay."
As he spoke, he and Uncle Lin tied the collected herbs on the back seat. Uncle Lin also brought a backpack for the jars of honey and carried them on his back to prevent them from spilling.
Seeing that they had ridden for such a long time, Su Heng invited them into the house to have a drink of water before leaving.
Meng Xiao was indeed thirsty. Su Heng's house was in a remote place. Fortunately, Uncle Lin came to inquire about it during the day, otherwise it would be difficult to find it.
As soon as I entered the main room, I saw things piled on the table. Su Heng and the other person had just put a pile of things there while chatting, and they hadn't been cleaned up yet.
She picked up a book and dusted the table, then asked Meng Xiao and Uncle Lin to sit down.
There was still some cold water in the big teapot on the table, so Su Heng made a cup of honey water for each of them.
Meng Xiao sat down. The light was dim and he couldn't see clearly what Su Heng was holding. Now that he sat down, he saw several yellowed books in front of him.
His eyes fixed on it, and he immediately raised his flashlight to take a closer look.
The cover of the book is a little damaged, but the pages inside can be seen to have been well preserved. The printed words are just a little blurry, but can still be recognized.
This copy of "Liji Jishuo" has the words "Wanli textbook" annotated on the inner pages, and seems to be a real blue-printed version from the Ming Dynasty. It was thrown here so casually to serve as a teapot.
Su Heng saw him staring at the book, although she didn't understand why he liked reading classical Chinese.
But considering the discount he had just given her, she generously said, "If you're interested, I'll give it to you."
Meng Xiao paused, then looked up and said angrily, "You gave it to me because you know what it is."
"What is this?" Su Heng had never taken a closer look.
"This is a rare ancient book."
It’s an ancient book, and a rare copy at that. Wouldn’t it be extremely valuable?
Su Heng thought so and asked, but Meng Xiao shook his head: "It's very valuable, but it's hard to find a buyer right now. You should keep it for now."
Su Heng was not discouraged after hearing this. The situation has been tense in recent years. Not only books, but also antiques were not dared to be collected.
But after a few years of reform and opening up, you can still make a fortune by selling it out.
"It's okay. Oh, I also have a set of teacups. Since you know how to look at antiques, why don't you help me look at those too?"
She took out the wooden box that had been stored in the cabinet. This was the one she had high hopes for, and placed it in front of Meng Xiao like a treasure.
Suddenly becoming a treasure appraiser, Meng Xiao did not refuse and started to check with a flashlight.
On the other side, Uncle Lin saw that the young master would take a while, so he smiled and looked at Lu Mingchuan who was also sitting idly on the side.
He was actually very interested in Lu Mingchuan, it was an intuition that came from being a fellow human being.
"Mr. Lu was a soldier before?"
Lu Mingchuan nodded. They both could sense it, so there was no need to deny it.
Sure enough, Uncle Lin's smile became even more cordial. He looked at Lu Mingchuan and said with nostalgia, "I was also a soldier when I was young. Those were truly thrilling and nostalgic years."
Lu Mingchuan knew that the soldier he was talking about was not an ordinary soldier in the rear, but one on the front line. People who had experienced war had a different aura.
This Meng Xiao has a retired special forces soldier like Uncle Lin as his bodyguard, so he must be from a prominent background.
The two chatted briefly, and Uncle Lin tactfully didn't ask any more questions.
Over there, Meng Xiao finished looking at the teacup and finally shook his head. Su Heng's excited heart suddenly calmed down.
"What do you mean, this isn't an antique?"
Meng Xiao nodded and shook his head: "Yes and no."
Su Heng: "Speak more clearly."
Meng Xiao explained: "This should be a late Qing Dynasty celadon imitating the Song Dynasty, but they are both from the Ru kiln, with the same craftsmanship, but a slightly different age, so it can barely be considered an antique."
Antiques are naturally more valuable the older they are. Su Heng was a little disappointed, as she had originally wondered if it was a Song Dynasty celadon.
I didn't expect to meet a master of counterfeiting from decades ago.
Seeing her disappointment, Meng Xiao comforted her friendlyly: "The craftsmanship is still very good, and it has a certain collection value."
"Okay." Su Heng decided to keep it for now. It was quite beautiful anyway. If it didn't work out, she could just put it in the 20th century. It would definitely be valuable then.
Meng Xiao was curious: "Where did you find all these antiques?"
Although he couldn't get rid of it for the time being, Meng Xiao's family was from Beijing, and he was very keenly aware that the situation had gradually relaxed in the past two years.
These things will definitely be valuable in the future. I don’t know where Su Heng got his luck from. He knows nothing, but he still got so many things at once.
If he was more ruthless and tricked Su Heng into buying it while she knew nothing, she would have nowhere to cry.
Su Heng rolled her eyes and said cunningly, "I won't tell you!"
The scrap yard is her treasure hunting base. If Meng Xiao, a professional, knew about this, she would never be able to find good things in the future.
Meng Xiao was used and then thrown away, and for the first time he felt the ruthlessness of a woman.
It was getting late, and he and Uncle Lin didn't want to stay at someone's house for long, so they got up and said goodbye.
Watching the two men walk away, Su Heng sighed, "It's really profitable to trade goods on the black market these days."
Lu Mingchuan: "It's too risky for ordinary people to go in. It's better to work and earn a stable income."
"Too."
Su Heng just thought that the business of carrying goods on long-distance trucks was too complicated. Sometimes the drivers would be robbed on the road and all the goods would be lost.
She should sell some mountain products first, as this is a business with no capital investment.
A cold wind blew in the yard, Su Heng shivered, and suddenly felt a little urgent to pee.
She was about to go to the backyard when she suddenly thought of something and her heart started beating fast.
Su Heng looked at Lu Mingchuan and hesitantly said, "Can you... accompany me to the backyard?"
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