Ranguang Treasure Mirror

Xu Zhijie said dissatisfiedly: "I just want to be jealous. You and he both understand "Dream of Red Mansions". I will go back to read "Dream of Red Mansions" today. I must say that it is definitely not a book of sages."

Regarding his words, Zhou Xiru thought for a while, and then slowly said: "Before it was finished, there were countless copies, and it became popular all over the world. Of course, this is not the reason why it can become a sage book." reason."

"Yes, anyway, it's a novel, not a book of sages." Xu Zhijie said loudly.

"A sage said that our Great China, in addition to its vast land, rich resources, long history, and large population, also has a "Dream of Red Mansions" in literature." Zhou Xiru said with a chuckle, "Because of this, it is of course a book of sages. .”

"Who said that?" Xu Zhijie asked, "Why didn't I know?"

"The Buddha said—don't say it!" Zhou Xiru smiled and whispered a few words in his ear.

Hearing this, Xu Zhige laughed for a while and said, "So that's how it is!"

"Call Fourth Brother Zhao and check Zhu Peng for me!" Zhou Xiru said with a smile, "I know, he has been following."

"En!" Xu Zhijie said, and immediately called Zhao Si.

Zhu Dazui was curious, and said: "Miss Zhou, Zhu Peng is a native of Zhujia Village."

"I want to know who his art teacher was." Zhou Xiru transferred 5 yuan to Zhu Dazui while talking.

"Miss Zhou, why are you giving me money?" Zhu Dazui asked blankly.

"Agent's fee!" Zhou Xiru laughed, "I said before that I will give you an agency's fee. As for other things in your house, if I charge them, it will be a different price."

"It's a shame!" Zhu Dazui laughed, "Is this the word used like that?"

"It's so useful, yes, but you deserve it, and you deserve it!" Zhou Xiru laughed.

As she spoke, she was thinking secretly, what would Zhu Dazui do if he knew that the fragment of "A Picture of Shanghe During the Qingming Festival" was authentic?

"Mr. Zhu, I want to ask you, do you still have dilapidated calligraphy and paintings at home?" Zhou Xiru asked.

Zhu Dazui shook his head and said, "It's really gone."

"Let me ask this, Mr. Zhu, do you have a picture like this in your house, a beautiful woman lying on a couch with a crabapple flower next to it?" Zhou Xiru asked, "It doesn't matter if you have it in your house, think about it, have you ever seen it?" ?”

Zhu Dazui thought for a while, then shook his head and said, "No, I haven't seen it before."

"Okay then, have you ever seen a stone with colorful colors?" Zhou Xiru said with a smile, "Maybe it's not very good-looking, with many colors and miscellaneous!"

After Zhu Dazui heard the words, he thought about it carefully. After a long time, he said slowly: "Miss Zhou, I seem to have seen..."

"Really?" Zhou Xiru was overjoyed and said, "Mr. Zhu, where is this stone?"

"I remember when I was very young, I saw my grandma hanging around her neck. There was a stone like this, which was inconspicuous and of mixed colors. It was said to be jade..." Zhu Dazui said with a frown.

"What happened later? Where is the stone?" This time, Zhou Xiru was a little anxious to breathe, oh my god, this thing——really exists?

Zhu Dazui looked out the car window, lost in thought.

Zhou Xiru didn't bother him, and after more than ten minutes, seeing that he was about to arrive at Zhu Dazui's house, he suddenly said: "Miss Zhou, I should be eight years old that year, and I was in the first grade of elementary school. It's autumn , when the farming season is busy..."

It was a harvest season. The rice in the south of the Yangtze River was ripe, and the adults went to the fields to harvest the rice. The rice field was covered with yellow and orange rice, and the air was filled with the fragrance of straw.

That day, Zhu Dazui was doing homework at home, and a black car drove up to their door, saying he was looking for Cao Xinqiao.

Everyone in the family said that they didn't know who Cao Xinqiao was.

However, grandma said that she is Cao Xinqiao...

Grandma invited them to her inner room and closed the door. Zhu Dazui didn't know what they said, including Zhu Dazui's father and uncle.

"They talked for a long time inside!" Zhu Dazui said, "My mother sent me to bed several times, I remember it was after nine o'clock in the evening."

"Cao Xinqiao!" Zhou Xiru repeated the name twice, and couldn't help but sigh in his heart. How did the descendants of the Cao family fall to such a low level?

"When they left, they gave grandma 10 yuan, a neat stack of red tickets." Zhu Dazui said in a low voice, "I remember, they seem to have taken a long wooden box with them."

As he spoke, he gestured.

Zhou Xiru looked at the wooden box she was gesticulating, and didn't speak.

"What happened later?" Zhou Xiru asked, "Where's that stone?"

"Since then, I haven't seen grandma with that stone." Zhu Dazui said in a low voice.

"Do you know who those people are from?" Zhou Xiru asked.

"I don't know, I was young at that time, Miss Zhou, should I call my uncle?" Zhu Dazui said.

"Okay!" Although Zhou Xiru didn't want to deal with Zhu Youming's family at all, she endured it for the sake of antiques.

Sinan had already driven the car to the alley downstairs of Zhu Dazui's house, found a place to stop, and Zhu Dazui went to make a phone call.

After a while, Zhu Dazui turned back and told Zhou Xiru, "My uncle said that when he asked grandma, grandma said that those people were relatives from her former natal family."

"Can I get in touch?" Zhou Xiru asked.

"At the beginning, when they left, they left an address for grandma." Zhu Dazui said, "Wait a minute, I have asked my cousin to take a photo of the address, and I will transfer it to you later."

With that said, he took them upstairs and walked towards his house.

Zhou Xiru said: "Mr. Zhu, I know your Jinling customs. When an old man passes away, all relatives must send a letter, unless it is really impossible to contact. Your grandma passed away. Didn't you send a letter to this old relative's house? "

Holding the key, Zhu Dazui opened the door of his house and invited them in——

"Miss Zhou, they can't be filial while alive, let alone dead?"

"Ah Ru, I'll have someone look up Cao Xinqiao's old relatives!" Xu Zhige laughed, "It's okay, modern people, who have only passed away for a few years, don't worry about not being able to find out."

"My grandma's later name was Cao Xiangqin." Zhu Dazui said with a smile, "In modern terms, it's very rural and rural."

Zhou Xiru sighed softly, and said: "Mr. Zhu, where is the name from the local? Newly raised Lvtian Huange, a good cloud and a celery picker, your grandma was born in a real wealthy and scholarly family!"

Zhu Dazui was stunned for a moment, and asked: "Miss Zhou, I don't understand, I... haven't read anything, what is my grandma's background?"

"Can you show me the pillow first?" Zhou Xiru smiled, "I originally thought, why are your surnames Zhu and not Cao when you have such things in your house? It turns out that your grandma brought them here."