Chapter 1351 The Price Is Too Low
It is precisely because the whole book looks very chronological, which makes people feel that this book is more real, as if it was really handed down from thousands of years ago, but experienced appraisers can see that this book The paper quality of the book is actually somewhat different from the rice paper that was popular in the Tang Dynasty. The paper in the book in my hand is more glossy.
But after years of baptism, it is almost difficult to feel it.
Pei Yi'an touched the book in his hand and turned a page. "According to the Tang Dynasty's "Yiwenzhi", Yan Zhenqing's "Collection of Rites and Music" has a total of ten volumes. However, during the Northern Song Dynasty, these collections were no longer complete. There were people among them who were out of curiosity. I admired Yan Zhenqing and worked hard to collect Yan Zhenqing's articles, which were compiled into 15 volumes. Later, someone compiled a collection of essays for him, also in 15 volumes. However, these two books were gradually lost during the Southern Song Dynasty... It can be seen that not only Not only are the books written by Yan Zhenqing himself rare treasures in the world, but even the articles written by him that are admired by future generations are not so easy to obtain... In addition, the paper used in this manuscript was not popular at that time. The paper quality is more like the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China, so the manuscript bought by the old lady and old gentleman cannot be the original work of Yan Zhenqing..."
"Sigh... I also know this. I asked the appraiser there before in another antique shop, and that's what the other person told me at the time... It's just..." She always wondered if she could See a miracle? …
The old lady didn't finish her last sentence. She drooped her eyelids and sighed.
It’s not that she didn’t know this truth, but this book was almost her last hope. She always didn’t want to give up so easily. Therefore, even though she already knew that this book was not Yan Zhenqing’s original work, the old lady still felt uneasy when she heard these words again. Still feeling a little uncomfortable, she lowered her head and sighed.
Everyone around them frowned when they saw this pretty little girl in front of them, rubbing salt into Mrs. Wang's wounds again. Some people even opened their mouths to tell the little girl to shut up. Didn't you see that the old man was feeling sad right now? You actually rub salt into the other person's wounds? This is too unkind, right?
But before the words were spoken, the man's sleeve was pulled by his companion next to him. At this moment, Pei Yian suddenly changed the subject and looked up at the old lady. His eyes were as bright as stars, "Old lady, You don’t have to sigh so much...it’s not like there’s no hope for this matter. You don’t have to worry about the old gentleman’s medical expenses in the hospital.”
"Huh?" The old lady looked up in confusion.
Others also looked at Pei Yi'an, thinking that this girl was going to pay for the old man's medical expenses, especially the middle-aged shop owner who had been standing by the door. He sneered again and again. Look... he knew it would be... so!
But what I didn't expect was...
Just when everyone thought Pei Yian said this because he planned to pay the old man's medical expenses.
Pei Yian said coldly: "Although your book is just a copy, it still has a certain value. Judging from the date of this book, it should have been written by a calligrapher in the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China. At least, the other party is imitating the handwriting. This area is very powerful. Such a powerful imitation master must not be an unknown person... so your book can still be worth some money..."
"I know about this, but I went to several antique shops before, and the highest one only offered me a price of 110,000, which is too low and not enough to cover the medical expenses."