It is precisely because the whole book looks very dated, which makes people feel that this book is more and more real, as if it was really passed down from thousands of years ago, but experienced appraisers can see this book. The paper quality of the book is actually somewhat different from the popular rice paper in the Tang Dynasty, and the paper on the book is more lustrous.

It's just that after years of baptism, it's almost hard to feel it.

Pei Yian touched the book in his hand and turned a page, "According to the Tang "Yiwenzhi" records, Yan Zhenqing's "Ritual and Music Collection" has a total of ten volumes, but in the Northern Song Dynasty, these collections were already incomplete. With admiration, I worked hard to collect Yan Zhenqing's articles, which were collected in 15 volumes. Later, someone wrote an anthology for him, also in 15 volumes, but these two books gradually disappeared in the Southern Song Dynasty... It can be seen that not only It's just that the books written by Yan Zhenqing are rare treasures in the world, and even the articles written by later generations who admire him are not so easy to get... In addition, the paper used for this manuscript is not popular in those days. 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 the old gentleman must not be the original work of Yan Zhenqing..."

"Hey... I know that's the truth. I asked the appraiser there before at other antique shops, and that's what they told me at the time... but..." She always wondered if she could See a miracle? ...

Before the last sentence of the old lady was finished, she drooped her eyelids and sighed.

It's not that she doesn't know the truth, but this book is almost her last hope. She always doesn't want to give up so easily, so even if she already knew that this book is not the real work of Yan Zhenqing, the old lady heard this sentence again, still Still a little uncomfortable, she lowered her head and sighed.

When the people around saw the beautiful little girl in front of them, they could not help frowning when Old Mrs. Wang rubbed salt on her wound again. Didn't you see that the old man was sad at this time? You even sprinkle salt on each other's wounds? This is too unkind, isn't it?

But before the words were spoken, the man was pulled by the companion next to his sleeve, only to hear that at this moment, Pei Yian suddenly changed the subject and looked up at the old lady, with bright eyes like stars, "Old lady, You don't have to sigh like this... It's not that things have turned around, you don't have to worry about the old gentleman's medical bills in the hospital."

"Huh?" The old lady raised her head in a daze.

Others also looked at Pei Yian, thinking it was the girl who planned to pay the old man's medical expenses, especially the middle-aged shopkeeper who had been standing by the door, who sneered again and again, look... He knew it would be so!

But unexpectedly...

Just when everyone thought that Pei Yian said this to plan to pay the old man's medical expenses.

Pei Yian said coldly: "Although your book is just a copy, it has a certain value. This book 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 piece 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 a few antique shops before, and the highest one only offered me a price of 110,000. This is too low, and it is not enough to collect medical expenses."