Time Smuggling Starting from the Year 2000

On May 16th, Ganpu was quiet and peaceful. Jiang Shiguang was sitting on the threshold of his house, smoking a waterpipe, gurgling. Since April, the town has not been quiet anymore. From time to time, foreign soldiers pass by the town , and even arrested people, he thought in his heart to avoid it if he could, so he went back to the village, where the property of Jiang's family was, and he lived in the house of his third son, with his daughter-in-law taking care of him, so he was at ease. The son went to work in the field, while the daughter-in-law was busy sitting for dinner. As the times got worse, more and more people opened their mouths. The town officials and even the mansion would send people to collect food. The government has levied food, and the government has to collect a share, plus bandits and passing troops. Anyone with a gun is a lord. Recently, I heard that the government is arresting the Communist Party and killing many people. I only hope that their defeated soldiers Just don't pass through the town. Jiang Shiguang was thinking wildly, smoking the hookah even louder, and was thinking about when to go back to the town, when a group of children started arguing far away. The old man stood up suddenly, put the hookah on the ground, and said: These little Baixi, what a fine weather, don't go to study, but still frolicking there, don't you stop studying if you don't take the exam for fame? ?” As he spoke, he stepped forward, as if he wanted to persuade him. There were 27 people in Weike in the Ming and Qing dynasties (No. 1, No. 2, Tanhua, and Chuanlu). Jiang Shiguang also studied in a private school when he was young. It was built with money from the family. Unfortunately, he was not accepted. The teacher liked it, but he didn't read it in the end. Although he was old now, he couldn't understand the trick of not reading. He held a hookah in one hand, lifted his robe with the other, and slapped it twice before walking towards the entrance of the village. Huang Xuan was surrounded by a group of children at the moment. If he was a trained plane traveler, he would have countless ways to deal with this situation, but Huang Xuan didn't know these, and he couldn't move in embarrassment. Because Lorraine discarded all his zippers and the like on p112 in order to save energy. Now Huang Xuan is not only dressed strangely, but also his clothes have been turned into flakes, like a beggar, and his trousers are even opened in the middle. A group of children laughed when they saw such a scene, they came and went, and surrounded him. It was the time to go to the fields at this time. Although it was not busy farming, there were not many people in the village, and the villagers who occasionally came out couldn't control the many children. Most of them gathered around to watch Huang Xuan's jokes. It wasn't until Jiang Shiguang came that a group of boys coaxed them And scattered. Jiang Shiguang looked at Huang Xuan with scrutiny. He was a fair-skinned young man with clean nails and no cocoons from constant labor. Although the clothes on his body were tattered, nothing but dusty winks and slight The stains were cleaned up neatly, and the material of the clothes seemed to be somewhat similar to the foreigner's shops in the county town. Although his expression was somewhat unnatural, he was more angry than his peers in the village. Old man Jiang is not a person who has seen big scenes, but in his opinion, this hopeful look rarely appears on Mudzuzi. Thinking in this way, Jiang Shiguang made half a bow, and said respectfully: Sir, have you met a bandit? Don't you have any family around you? , the problem of bandits has never been resolved, and the life of the villagers is inextricably linked with bandits. Jiangjia Village is no exception. In addition to building a village to protect itself, it is inevitable to deal with bandits. However, there will not be a large number of bandits in Ganpu. He asked this question because he wanted to know the background of the current people. After the group of wild children ran away, Huang Xuan breathed a sigh of relief, and learned to bow when he saw someone asking, I got separated from my family, and I want to find a place to live. I don't know where I can find it? This place is not on the main road. Jiang Shiguang handed the shisha to his left hand, walked over and said, If you want to stay overnight, you can stay at my house. There are still vacant houses. He smiled and replied: That's a trouble for you. Xuan has participated in this kind of dialogue for a long time, and he is very proficient. Although the times are different and the polite words are gradually changing, the central meaning is nothing more than nonsense. After dealing with one or two, Huang Xuan relaxed. To the old man of Jiang's family, this is more like a rich kid from another place. He is not familiar with the local customs and habits, but he is quite educated and reasonable. This four-character comment is enough to stay in a hotel for free in Jiaxing. Ganpu is where the ancestral tomb of the Jiang family is located. The mansion at that time looked a little old, but it had not yet reached the point of dilapidation. The front of the gate protrudes long, and at the head of the main gate is Jiang's Bingshe, Haichang, with stone forehead and stone carved couplets, Wancang Mountain connects with North Hubei, and Yixiu Peak borders Xijianxi. The writing is excellent, better than Huang Xuan's. Many literati I met at my grandfather's place were good, Huang Xuan's heart moved, his lips moved slightly: Can you check this? no problem. In the absence of interference from bases of the same level, Lorraine could hear everything he wanted to hear, and he replied while replying: Searching for information requires a connection to the Internet, which is a waste of energy. I'll connect you to the Internet when I get back. Huang Xuan followed Jiang Shiguang while comforting him. Seeing Huang Xuan noticed the ancestral house, Jiang Shiguang slowed down and said, In the past ten years, all the books collected by the Jiang family were stored here. In order to transport these paintings and calligraphy, some Dozens of ships. As he spoke, he lifted his chin.

Jiaxing has always had a tradition of collecting books, which began in the Southern Song Dynasty and flourished in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Although it has declined since the Xianfeng period, in the consciousness of the villagers, there is almost an inevitable connection between farming and reading heirlooms and series of books, especially for so-called big families. A library is missing, and the Jiang family is a family that meets many of these elements. Huang Xuan satisfied Jiang Shiguang's vanity with a slightly surprised but reserved smile. At this time, news from Lorraine also came: This building should be the Xijian Thatched Cottage, where Jiang's Jiang Guangxuan library is located. According to standard history, it is about 10 Years ago, he stored all his books here, and he should have moved back to Yanfen Thatched Cottage. Are those books worth anything? Huang Xuan looked at the quaint houses around him, feeling a little obsessed, and wanted to continue traveling through the planes, Money is needed to buy energy. Lorraine paused for a moment, as if looking for information, and then said: According to the information, there should be 100,000 volumes of books, but according to the standard history, these books will be donated to the Chinese government in the 1950s. No, although there are rare and rare books, they are not orphans. Even if they are orphans, it is impossible to guarantee that they are truly unique in the world. But the master of the Jiang family cherishes books, and it may take a lot of time to buy these books. Lorraine said He became more and more human, and his words became more and more accurate, but Huang Xuan still focused on those books, and said with some frustration: I originally wanted to transport some books back. The so-called scholars love books, and poor scholars like to send The book is copied down, aiming at ten thousand volumes of books. Rich scholars have even higher requirements, not only for the content, but also hope to get some rare and rare books in the country. Therefore, since the Song Dynasty, the price of valuable books has been getting higher and higher, as Huang Xuan said. You know, the dozen or so old books my father hid in his study are worth millions. The old man at home is even more exaggerated. He once traded a painting by Zhang Daqian for a small book engraved in Song Dynasty, and he yelled that he made money. Thinking of this, Huang Xuan felt itchy again. Seeing that Jiang Shiguang was still intoxicated by the vanity just now, Huang Xuan whispered to Lorraine: Then you said, no one sells books around here? , as long as you have enough funds, you should be able to purchase a lot of books. But there are still some problems. What's the problem? Although books are perishable items, and travel between planes does not consider their storage methods, the consumption of books Energy is still far greater than food, and with the current energy reserves, it is recommended that the total weight of books should not exceed 5 kilograms. Huang Xuan curled his lips, buying books by the catty, that is, Comrade Lorraine, the guardian, and he knows everything he wants to know , he also focused his energy on old man Jiang, wanting to take this opportunity to ask for more information.

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