Xue Xiang suddenly opened his mouth. Is the small tree eight years ago still a small tree eight years later? I'm afraid it has already lush branches and leaves. The distorted trunk on the upper half must have been covered by dense branches and branches. From a distance, there will be a crooked neck feeling. Xue Xiang ordered Kang Tong to approach the upper half of the tree trunk. Sure enough, a few minutes later, Xue Xiang found the crooked tree that was the same as the mouth of the sea bowl. The lush branches and leaves and the spreading branches wrapped the upper half of the tree into a huge ball. From a distance, the upper half was clustered like clouds, and there was no trace of crooked neck.

The crooked tree was about ten meters away from Xue Xiang and his men's parking. Xue Xiang remembered that the box was buried in the northeast of the tree, three or four meters away. Xue Xiang asked Kang Tong to follow him, and the two waved their shovels to dig. The digging soil emitted a smell of mold and earthy smell. The two of them didn't care to cover their noses and continued to dig. In more than ten minutes, Kang Tong's shovel dug hard things, and it seemed that the shovel touched the box. Xue Xiang hurried over and dug them together. The box was not buried deep back then. After so many years, the soil layer on it was only a little thicker. Soon, the two carried the box up.

Xue Xiang used a shovel to peel off the soil on the box, and the burnt area at the bottom of the box was revealed. The box was still intact, except for the yellow color. The box used by the old professor was obviously not made of ordinary wood. It was buried in the soil for so many years, but there were still no traces of insects and rats biting. Xue Xiang carefully opened the box, and saw that what he saw inside was still a painting, three books, and two porcelain bottles that he saw eight years ago. There was no book or painting.

The damage was caused because it was not buried deep and was not stained by moisture. The porcelain bottles were not as intact as before. One of them had been broken. It was supposed to be the time he and his friends pushed the box into the pit. Xue Xiang did not care about his heartache, so he took out the cloth bag and opened it. He asked Kang Tong to put everything in the box, including the broken porcelain pieces. After the things were loaded, the two buried the wooden box again in the pit and covered it with the dirt that they had originally dug out.

After packing up the things, the two embarked on the way home.

An hour later, Xue Xiang sat in Kang Tong's room in a daze. He was so shocked that he could not believe that the things in front of him were real. If the things in the box were leaked, it would cause an uproar.

Xue Xiang and Kang Tong arrived at home, it was only midnight at 2 a.m. Xiaoshi must be sleeping soundly, and went back to his room. It was obviously inconvenient to check what he had obtained, so Xue Xiang took the things to Kang Tong's room.

Kang Tong was not interested in these antiques and the like. If a few guns were almost the same, he took off his clothes and went to bed, covered his head and fell asleep. Xue Xiang carefully put the cloth bag on the desk, untied the opening of the cloth bag, took out the things in the bag one by one, leaving only pieces of porcelain left. Xue Xiang first checked the three thread-bound books. As soon as he opened the title page of the first book, an envelope fell out from it. The envelope was very thick. He opened the envelope and opened the letter paper. The words on the letter paper were written in a fountain pen, and the handwriting was a little yellow, but calligraphy was very skillful. He started reading under the desk lamp, and when he read it, he was stunned.

The owner of the letter was the old professor, and the letter's writing was written in the form of a will. In the letter, he introduced in detail the identity of the things in the box and how he got them. Because of the climate at that time, he did not dare or could not hand over these things. In addition, he really liked these things and hoped that they would be kept by himself, a donor who was already in his twilight years. When he was a hundred years later, the school's funeral committee would hand them over to the country.

Xue Xiang knew from the old professor's letter that he had really dug up a cultural treasure house today. The silk painting is "Han Xizai Night Banquet" written by Gu Hongzhong of the Southern Tang Dynasty. This painting is one of the ten famous paintings handed down in China. The Palace Museum only preserves the copy of the Song Dynasty. Two porcelain bottles are Jun porcelain from the five famous kilns, and the other is the legendary sky-green glaze porcelain from the Chai kiln. Jun porcelain is extremely precious and has the reputation of "a piece of Jun porcelain that has thousands of thousands of scattered families, not as good as one piece of Jun porcelain". The porcelain of Chai kiln is limited to legends, and none of them has been passed down from the world.

The description in this article shows that the characteristics of Chai Kiln porcelain is "blue as the sky, as bright as the mirror, as thin as paper, and sound as chimes". Xue Xiang is a literary and entertainment enthusiast, but he can't tell the porcelain, but he only knows the characteristics of these things from the old professor's heart. He knew the preciousness of Chai Kiln, and was very anxious and quickly looked at the double-flowered ear bottle on the table. The bottle was as thin as paper, and gently tapped, and a pleasant sound came, which coincided with the characteristics of Chai Kiln porcelain. He felt very calm for a moment. He thought that the one in the cloth bag was Jun porcelain. Although it was a pity that Jun porcelain was broken, it was not worth mentioning compared to Chai Kiln porcelain.

The above three national treasures and Chinese treasures are not the reason why Xue Xiang is stunned. Although these things are almost legendary, they are not as shocking as those three books have brought to Xue Xiang.

Those three books are actually Cao Xueqin's manuscript "Dream of Red Mansions" full version of 120 chapters!!!

Although Xue Xiang is not a fan of the popular, he also knows how much sensation would be if these three books were really the full version of Cao Gong's manuscript "Dream of Red Mansions" when they were spread. Even if it is a criticism of all old things now, it will still cause a sensation in the cultural world. Of course, Xue Xiang was not so stupid and went to the gun. He was just curious. Didn't Cao Gong not finish writing the last forty chapters? How could there be a manuscript for the last forty chapters? The old professor's letter only said that this book was arrogant or was it during the Gengzi Incident that his father purchased it from an old eunuch, which was the fourth manuscript modified by Cao Gong. Xue Xiang thought of Cao Gong's statement that Cao Gong had added and deleted five times and read it for ten years in the future. If he didn't finish writing it, he needed to add and delete it. Will he modify it? He didn't bother to guess the truth and could not wait to see how the last forty chapters of these three books were written.

Xue Xiang took out one of them and looked carefully. The whole book was wrapped in a blue hard shell. When he turned on the blue hard shell, the first page was the title page of the manuscript. There was only a stone note of regular script written on the title page. When he opened the page, he saw that the page was covered with a layer of transparent thin skin. Through the thin skin, the handwriting on the book could be clearly seen. The whole book was arranged in a vertical layout. From the handwriting, it was obviously handwriting rather than a carved sheet. The font was skinny and strong, and the strength was penetrated by the back of the paper, as if he wanted to write all the dissatisfaction and grief in his heart. After Xue Xiang appreciated the calligraphy

Then he looked at the content of the book, and saw that the line read "Chapter 41, I savored the plum blossoms and snow in the tea in Cui'an, and encountered the female locust." Except for the main text, the pages of the book were filled with comments and modifications in the gaps in small fly heads. The whole page seemed very crowded. It turned out that Xue Xiang was holding the second book. He opened the other two books and found the third book before he started reading it. This time he read it until Dongfang turned white. It was not until the big rooster raised by Grandma Wang of the courtyard crowed when it opened, and Xue Xiang came back from the book.

Xue Xiang raised his statement and it was already six o'clock. Xue Xiang was moved and angry at this time. He was already convinced that these three books must be the manuscript of Cao Gong. Baoyu in the book did not take the imperial examination, and the Jia family did not revival. It was a complete tragedy. The style and writing skills were in line with the first eighty chapters. Even if these cannot be fully proved that they were created by Cao Gong, the biggest evidence is the poems in the last forty chapters, each of which is delicate and touching, and the sad and graceful. There are many good sentences and chapters that can be passed down from generation to generation. These good sentences and chapters have not been published by the previous generations and have not been seen in the future, which is enough to prove that this is the original manuscript created by Cao Gong.

While Xue Xiang sighed, he also had to praise his luck. These treasures were enough to shock the world wherever they were placed, but they were obtained by him. Xue Xiang didn't plan to hand them over now, and he didn't even think about handing them over. The treasures were naturally the first-class ones with virtue and those with destiny. Moreover, he knew what kind of virtue the Purple Gold Museum in later generations was, and he would actually be able to take a look and collect fakes. What's more hateful is that the museum staff would actually steal cultural relics from the museum and resell them. He was worried about handing these treasures to those people.

Xue Xiang took a clean towel and wiped the bottle of Chai Kiln porcelain carefully. After wiping it clean, he found a carton with a thick cotton cover inside, and carefully put the porcelain bottle in it. After Xue Xiang put the porcelain bottle, he found a clean sheet, wrapped the silk paintings in the sheet, and put them in the carton.

Xue Xiang carefully held the cardboard box, took the three books and the cloth bag containing pieces of Jun porcelain, and went back to his room. He gently pushed open the door with his feet, and after entering the door, he hooked the door with his feet without making any noise. He stuffed the cardboard box into the bed, and put the three books into the bottom layer in the desk trunk. He carefully placed the cloth bag containing Jun porcelain behind the door, for fear that the force would be too big and the fragments would become more broken, and the start-up capital for the antiques could be relied on it.

After putting these treasures in place, Xue Xiang went out to Hongxing Cafeteria to buy five kilograms of meat buns, three kilograms of fried dough sticks and a small bucket of soy milk. Last time he bought three kilograms of buns, two kilograms of fried dough sticks, but he was not full. This time he had to increase the amount. It was already six forty to buy breakfast, and Xiaowan and Xiaoyi's room had already moved, and Xiaoshi in his room seemed to be sleeping soundly. Xue Xiang went back to the room to wake up the little guy. The little guy twisted around on the bed, humming and refused to get up. Xue Xiang coaxed him for a long time but no result. He turned around and came back, and after a while, he turned back. He had a big meat bun in his hand, so he walked away and ate it, and he was vaguely saying to the little guy: "They are all eating it. I don't buy many buns today. I heard that the little guy loves to sleep and doesn't eat big meat buns anymore. They are happy."

When the little guy saw Xue Xiang eating buns, the smell of meat drifted into his little nose, and he lost his sleepiness. He heard Xue Xiang say this now, he immediately became anxious and asked Xue Xiang to hurry up to his sister's room and help her take her clothes and shoes. After shouting, he shouted out the door and shouted "Leave some for me." The little guy looked nervous, afraid that he would go too late and had no choice but to eat. Xue Xiang helped her bring the clothes. The little guy asked Xue Xiang to wear what she put on and what she put on under her, saying that she would wear it faster. Xue Xiang had no choice but to follow her instructions. Who said that he was a hegemonic country, and he had a nuclear weapon - Jindouer. Who knew that the two of them would be slower to wear clothes together. When Xue Xiang raised her arm, the little guy was raising his feet and putting his pants, but his body was not in harmony and almost fell on the bed. The little guy immediately had his mouth and was about to fire a nuclear bomb.

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