Silly Zhu was also happy, he turned around and got on the bike, smiling,""Right, Yan Shuzhai is after all, isn't he the best at collecting books? Shan Wazi, you are right."
Third Uncle finally had a way out. He smiled and said,"In the end, Shan Wazi still has good taste.”
At this moment, Qin Huairu walked forward and whispered,""Silly Zhu, are you really going?"
Silly Zhu was also very impatient." Look at Shan Wazi. What is this called? He loves books as much as his life." If I don't go with him, wouldn't it be even worse if he ran off by himself?”
"Yo! It really is." Qin Huairu nodded." Be careful, then."”
"Don't worry!" Shazhu smiled at Third Master," Third Master, let's go! Go forward and lead the way. It's your turn."
"Alright. Let's go!"
Just like that, Third Uncle led the way on his bicycle, Shazhu rode the tricycle, and Yeshan sat on the tricycle happily. The book collection team was officially established.
Sure enough, Third Uncle knew how to find a place. Soon, they moved to a siheyuan that looked relatively large. This courtyard house actually had four entrances. It seemed that there were more intellectual people living here.
"Silly Zhu 'er, you shout." Third Uncle said.
"What?" Silly Zhu instinctively felt that Third Uncle was scheming against him," Why should I shout?”
"Call them to collect the books!" Third Uncle said matter-of-factly," If you don't shout, do you want me and Third Child to shout?”
"Really." Silly Zhu looked at the old Third Master, then at the smiling Ye Shan. He could only shout angrily,""Collect the books, collect the books!”He looked impatient and didn't shout loudly.
Ye Shan hadn't said anything yet, but Third Uncle's face was filled with displeasure. This idiot was completely unreliable. Wasn't he blocking his way? He frowned and said,"Silly Zhu, you haven't eaten yet. I told you to shout twice, but why are you so weak?"”Silly Zhu was so angry that he immediately remembered this debt to Third Uncle.
Then, he started shouting at the top of his lungs,"Collecting books, collecting books here, collecting old books. Those who have old books at home should come and take a look. Collect the books!"
Silly Zhu shouted for about seven to eight minutes before someone came up to ask. At this time, it was Third Master's turn to step in. Yan Bugui smiled as he walked forward: "Are you selling books?"
"Selling books?" The few people who came looked like a family. They were dressed like intellectual people.
In this era, workers were not only a profession, but also a class. Including farmers, they were also classes. The working class, the peasant class, the soldiers, and the intelligentsia. It almost occupied the entire Dragon Country.
At present, the working class and the soldiers had the highest status. The status of the soldiers was even higher. The working class was slightly lower, but the difference was not big. In some aspects, it was better to be a worker.
Since ancient times, the class of the intellectual was relatively high. In this era, the status of the intellectual was actually declining. It was also a characteristic of this era. The status of the workers was rising. The iron rice bowl was proposed at this time.
Third Uncle still had the scholarly air of a teacher. When he smiled, there was also a hint of friendliness. From the image, you wouldn't think that he was a master who desperately took advantage of others.
"Hey, you guys, do you know this child?" he asked with a smile. It was the child prodigy who had appeared in the newspaper last time. This child had loved reading since he was young. It could be said that he loved books as much as his life. See, I'm the third uncle in the courtyard house, accompanying this child out to collect books!”
These words were so beautifully said that even Shazhu turned her face away, thinking, Those who didn't know better would think that you didn't receive any benefits!
When they heard that he was a child prodigy, they were all interested. After understanding it in detail, they knew that Ye Shan wanted to collect a large number of books. He mainly accepted medical books. Of course, he also accepted other books. There was no restriction on the edition, whether it was printed or handwritten, and there was no restriction on the age. It did not matter if it was from ancient times, the Republic of China, or even the reprint of the New Dragon Country.
The people surrounding them began to discuss this matter. When the people who came later asked about it, they were also interested. There were too few entertainment activities in this era. This was really new. More and more people gathered around. Finally, someone couldn't hold it in anymore and took out a pile of books.
Seeing that someone wanted to sell it, Ye Shan got out of the car and began to choose books. Other than the really tattered books and literature books, as long as he hadn't read them before, he wouldn't reject them. Very quickly, he chose the big pile.
Third Uncle went up to negotiate the price. No one knew what he said, but he actually gave a pile of books for 4.20 yuan. The other party even had a look of joy on his face.
Most of the old books here were published during the Republic of China. Without considering the value of the collection, they were not very useful. It would take up space to put it at home, but it would be a pity to sell it as scrap.
It was already a very good thing to be able to sell it at twice the price of scrap. As expected, the book sellers were very happy.
Seeing that someone had really sold it for money, and it was a lot of money, some of the high-and-mighty scholars could not sit still. He chose at home and sold the books he didn't want to subsidize his family.
Third Uncle was so happy that his face was full of wrinkles. Other than helping to move the books, Silly Zhu really couldn't help much. He almost died of boredom.
Soon, half of the tricycle was filled. It could be seen that there were quite a number of books in the homes of the educated. The books in many intellectual families were passed down from generation to generation.
For example, there was a large pile of food in front of Ye Shan. Ye Shan looked at it carefully, then looked at the slightly fat woman and the slightly thin middle-aged man. "If I'm not wrong, these books should be the results of one person's research!" Ye Shan said.”
"Yes, it's my father's." The middle-aged man had a bitter look on his face. The fat woman also said," Dad can't study it anymore. We can't understand these things either. Sigh, why did this person disappear just like that?”
Feeling their bitterness, Silly Zhu couldn't help but look at the pile of books. They could only be described as scribbles, which were even stranger than the Xiaozhuan book from yesterday. He couldn't help but ask," Shan 'zi, what books are these? Why do they look like ghost characters to me?"”
"This should be Tibetan. It's the Tibetan language.”Ye Shan took a handwritten copy and looked at it." I don't know what it's written.”
"This should be Mongolian. This should be Uighur script, which was the language of Uighur.”Ye Shan used his small hand to look at the remaining pile of books and said," There's also a large pile of books left. They're all written in Manchu, which is the language of the Manchurians of the Qing Dynasty.”He paused for a moment and looked at the silent and dumbfounded people around him. He said to the middle-aged couple,"Grandpa should be a scholar who studies words! It's really very powerful."
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