"This..." Hei San was a little embarrassed.

"What is this? Isn't it just a broken book? I'm afraid it will be hacked by you." The fat man could no longer hold back and said to the side.

"Hey, Brother Long, that's not what I meant. You also know that this is a small business..." Hei San said to the fat man in a flattering manner. The fat man didn't say anything, he picked me up and pretended to leave.

He said angrily: "Mom, what is it? I'm helping you read something and it's so wordy."

Hei San was startled when he saw it. He immediately stopped Fatty and I, and hurriedly packed up the books and stuffed them into Fatty's hands. He said while stopping, "Brother Long, don't be the same as me. How can I still be afraid of you blackmailing me? That's all."

Your old man's reputation in Luoyang's antique world can be given to you." I snickered in my heart, knowing that if Heisan offended the fat man, Heisan would no longer be able to hang out in the antique market in Luoyang.

The fat man took the book and pulled me away, and said to Heisan: "Come to my store the day after tomorrow to pick up the book."

After we came out of Heisan's house, we went directly to the store to find the old man.

In Fatty's shop, sitting next to the counter, there is this old man sitting inside the counter. He is over 70 years old and has very few white hair left on his head. His face is covered with uncomfortable age spots, but he has a pair of wise eyes.

But it's not turbid at all. The light in the eyes seems to be able to see through the world.

Everything in the world seems unfathomable. He is Fatty’s grandfather, an elder figure in Luoyang antique market...Chen Genye. At this time, he was carefully looking at the "Heavenly Side" I got from Hei San with a magnifying glass.

"On", the fat man and I looked at the old man seriously.

After a while, the old man put down the magnifying glass and raised his head. I immediately said anxiously: "Mr. Chen, how are you doing?"

When I'm around the old man, I always call him Mr. Chen, because he has many things that I can respect and learn from him. I learned most of the methods and means of identifying cultural relics from him.

"Judging from the paper and ink marks, the book is indeed from the Ming Dynasty, and judging from the font, it is indeed written by Wang Zanghai. This book is worth a lot of money." The old man said slowly.

I'm so anxious. Of course I know that this book is true, and I also know that it was written by Wang Zanghai, and I also know the value of this book. But what I care about now is what does that word mean?

"Master, how much is this book worth?" Fatty said beside him as if he was about to drool. Fatty was like this. He was born to do business. It was his grandfather's idea for him to study history and archeology. He said that Fatty should learn it.

Later, when he came back and inherited two shops in his family, Fatty was also willing to do business, so he signed up for this major.

The old man glanced at the fat man and ignored him. The old man always thought that the fat man did not study hard at school.

"Mr. Chen, the book is about Feng Shui, right? What is that word and what does it mean..." I couldn't wait to ask a series of questions.

The old man closed the book carefully, shook his head and said: "Yes, the book is about Feng Shui, and it writes something about the dragon's reappearance point, but the book is incomplete, not finished, and I don't know what to write...

...is this word? I think it seems to be a word belonging to the Western Han Dynasty, but I am not sure. I just have a vague impression. But what is even more puzzling is that this book has forty pages, but there is such a word on every page.
Chapter completed!