Portable Museum

Chapter 66 Do One Kindness Every Day, There Will Be Reward
Zhang Junping arranged for Scarface to take the old man to the scale, and he took out two apples from the basket, "This apple counts as one catty, after the scale is over, I will add another catty to uncle!"

After Zhang Junping explained, he took the apples and walked forward to catch up with the aunt just now, "Auntie, I'm sorry for you just now! You didn't buy an apple because of the disturbance, these two apples are my apology."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for the aunt to speak, he put the apples in the aunt's basket, turned around and left.

"Oh! You little comrade..." The aunt wanted to call Zhang Junping to stop, but Zhang Junping had already slipped into the crowd and was out of sight.

An apple is not worth much, but an apple can make a person unhappy for a day, and it can also make a person happy for a day.

Zhang Junping, who does good deeds every day, is already squatting in another booth in a happy mood.

"Master, how do you sell your books?" The book seller is a well-dressed old man.

"Ten yuan a copy, no bargaining!" Hearing Zhang Junping's question, the old man said without raising his head.

Zhang Junping was taken aback, ten yuan a copy, even if it is a rare ancient book, the price is not cheap.

However, Zhang Junping also understands that for those who love books, books are priceless.

Zhang Junping lowered his head, ready to take a closer look, what kind of rare ancient books can be worth ten yuan a copy.

Seeing this, I was startled.

Good guy, most of them are in foreign languages.

The books Zhang Junping read in his two lifetimes combined did not exceed 20 years.

English, only know 26 letters, yes and NO.

However, this does not prevent him from identifying.

The age of a book can be judged by its paper, and its value can be judged by the quality of publication of the book itself.

These foreign language books should all have a history of more than 100 years. Judging from this time point, these books are exquisitely printed and luxuriously mounted.

Zhang Junping roughly flipped through it, not all of them were in foreign languages, but there were also some rare ancient books in Chinese.

A set of "Four Books" marked by ancients, and a "Banqiao Collection".

After reading it roughly, Zhang Junping basically knew it, "Master, I want all of your books!"

"You... want...all of them?" The old man couldn't believe his ears.

These books were taken out without thinking that they could really be sold.

The price asked by the old man is not like someone who really wants to sell books.

"Yes, I want it. If you still have it at home, I want it too!" Zhang Junping grinned brightly.

"There are a total of 37 books here, and you give 370 yuan."

"Grandpa, I'll give you 400 yuan, and I'll give you one piece of the square foot!" Zhang Junping laughed.

The old man stared at Zhang Junping for a while, then grinned, "The town ruler is not for sale!"

"Don't! Grandpa, the price is negotiable, you have put it all out, how can there be no reason not to sell it?" Zhang Junping quickly persuaded.

"This pair of town rulers is the Ming Dynasty Hetian jade dark carving Yu Boya met Zhong Ziqi.

Leaving aside the quality of the carving, take a look at the quality of this jade.
Looking at the carver again, this ruler is Yu Boya playing the piano under the moon.

On this ruler, Zhong Ziqi listened to the music on the mountain.

The characters are vivid, the lines are smooth...

How much do you think this pair of rulers are worth? "The old man asked back with a smile.

"You are always an expert, so you just say how much money you can give up." Zhang Junping knew that the other party was an expert, and it was impossible to pick up the leak, so he could only throw money at it.

"These books, plus this pair of rulers, will cost 1000 yuan."

"500 yuan! Hetian jade, first-class white jade, can buy a catty for 100 yuan in Hotan.

This carver is really good, but you have no money for this ruler, so I will give you 500 yuan at most for this pile. "Zhang Junping directly stabbed at the waist.

"Master, I see that you are not dressed like a bagger, these should be your own collection.

The reason why it was taken out should be because of difficulties.

These books of yours can’t be sold here, let alone ten yuan, even five yuan.

You should have experienced this too. "

"Little comrade, what do you want to say?" The old man asked with a frown, probably because Zhang Junping said it hurt.

"It's still the same sentence just now, I want your books for ten yuan, and I don't bargain, not because they are worth the money, but because I respect the books.

The ruler is just for fun, so I have to bargain, so I have to bargain!

This town ruler, if you get it from the cultural relics store, I will give you 100 yuan at most, and I will give you [-] yuan, which is a lot. "

"Little comrade, you are very good at talking and bargaining.

However, five hundred is definitely not enough. If you want it, the minimum is 600 yuan, or less. "The old man smiled and said stubbornly.

"Okay! Just as you said, six hundred is six hundred!

You give me this burden, or I won't be able to take it. Zhang Junping smiled and nodded.

"Boy, if you want this baggage, add another 100 yuan!" The old man smiled at Zhang Junping with a sly look.

"Old man, I'm convinced! It's seven hundred in total, right? Here you go, take it!" Zhang Junping shook his head with a smile, and readily took out 700 yuan from his bag and handed it to the old man.

"Master, is this money enough for you to solve your problems?

If it's not enough, I'll go home with you and charge more? "After paying the money, Zhang Junping asked unwillingly.

"Add your one hundred, just enough!" The old man proudly put the money in his pocket.

"Okay, here you go!

This is my phone number, if you have something, just give me a call. Zhang Junping took out a pen and paper, wrote down the work unit and office phone number, and handed it to the old man.

"Little comrade, it's not easy!" The old man took the note, glanced at it, and exclaimed.

"It's just a mess!"

"I said your handwriting, at your age, it's not easy to write such a single stroke!

Already met God! "The old man praised.

"Old man, you have won the prize. I'm still not far behind. Let's just get started!" Zhang Junping said modestly.

When he was just writing, Zhang Junping himself was taken aback. He didn't expect that elementary regular script calligraphy is so good.

A single elementary regular script calligraphy has already surpassed the threshold of the National Calligraphy Association.

This threshold does not refer to being able to join the Chinese Calligraphers Association, but refers to the level.

Many so-called calligraphy masters write shit, and those who spend money to buy it are not counted.

In Zhang Junping's understanding, the characters written by members of the National Calligraphy Association must have their own charm.

Zhang Junping has reached this level now, and his regular script calligraphy has its own charm.

"You don't need to be modest, young man, although your wording is very crafty, but if you have a god, you have it, this is undeniable.

Work hard, you will surely have your place in the Chinese calligraphy world in the future. "The old man encouraged kindly.

"Borrow your old auspicious words!"

"I have time to sit at home. I was lucky today. Not only did I solve the problem, but I also met an interesting kid like you." The old man smiled and took out a pen and paper, and wrote a note to Zhang Junping.

"Oh! I don't know Taishan with my eyes, so it's you!" Zhang Junping took the note and looked at it, he couldn't believe his eyes.

(End of this chapter)