1979: Literary Master, Starting from the Return of Educated Youth

Chapter 9: Sister-in-law is an Iceberg Beauty
In front of Xu Yuexin, the middle-aged man had already weighed the book. He held the scale bar with one hand and the scale with the other to keep his balance. He counted to him, "The book weighs two pounds and nine ounces. Watch carefully."

"Just treat it as three pounds and put it in the box for me."

Xu Yuexin took out the five-cent coin he had received from returning the soda bottle from his trouser pocket and handed it to the middle-aged man. There was no sign of anything unusual throughout the process.

In fact, he had been looking forward to what was in the interlayer of the box.

"Okay, I'll get it for you."

The middle-aged man thought he was easy to talk to, so he put the book in attentively, closed the wooden box and handed it to him.

Xu Yuexin picked up the wooden box and took Chen Qiaoqiao with him and walked quickly towards the park gate.

"Is there anything special about this box?"

After they walked away, Chen Qiaoqiao asked in a low voice, "Just now when he turned around to take the scale, I saw you weigh it with your hand."

"Smart, you noticed this."

Xu Yuexin agreed, "I'll unpack the box when I get home and tell you if I find anything."

It was already late, so Xu Yuexin carried a wooden box and walked to the dispatch point with Chen Qiaoqiao. He took a taxi to send Chen Qiaoqiao home first, and before leaving, they made an appointment to meet again next weekend.

In the car, Xu Yuexin and Chen Qiaoqiao said goodbye and began to look forward to their next date.

According to Xu Yuexin's experience of long-distance relationships during his school days in his previous life, lovers who have not seen each other for a long time may feel a sense of strangeness when they meet again. The most intuitive manifestation is the refusal of physical contact with the other party, and the relationship will easily fail if it continues to develop.

Judging from the interaction and intimacy between the two today, Chen Qiaoqiao did not behave in a similar way. On the contrary, she liked his touch very much.

However, because it happened in public, Xu Yuexin could not take any further action.

After all, it was an era of conservative morals, and if a young couple kissed on the street, they would be pointed at and talked about by passers-by and suspected of being hooligans.

Fortunately, Xu Yuexin had just made an appointment with Chen Qiaoqiao to ask her to meet downstairs at her house next time.

My mother said before that our family would go to visit relatives in the suburbs next weekend.

Xu Yuexin can use the excuse of writing to stay at home, and then take Chen Qiaoqiao upstairs to create an opportunity for them to be alone together, giving himself more room to play without any scruples.

It really makes me happy just thinking about it.

After getting off the taxi, Xu Yuexin bought a roast chicken and two pork trotters at a state-owned delicatessen and took them home, intending to improve the diet for his whole family.

When Xu Yuexin got home, no one was in the house. He put the cooked food on the living room table, put the wooden box in the bedroom, went to the kitchen to find a kitchen knife, returned to the bedroom, opened the wooden box, laid it flat, took out the old books, and knocked on the bottom of the box with the back of the knife.

The already fragile old wooden box cracked under the heavy blow, revealing the yellowed papers inside.

“It’s a book.”

Xu Yuexin stared at the gap and talked to himself, then he put down the kitchen knife, grabbed the edge of the crack with his fingers, and lifted it up.

After a "click" sound, the bottom of the box was completely opened, revealing five neatly arranged ancient books inside.

Each volume is well preserved. Apart from the yellowing of the paper, there is no curling or damage, and the surface is spotless.

"Nanyue old manuscript?"

Xu Yuexin read out the title of the book on the cover and felt like he had heard it somewhere before.

Look at the author's name again, hey, Liu Kezhuang.

Xu Yuexin remembered that he had learned about the book "Nanyue Old Manuscript" and the life of the author Liu Kezhuang when listening to the live broadcast of Quanjianbao. Liu Kezhuang was a famous patriotic poet in the Southern Song Dynasty who was as famous as Xin Qiji. He was gifted since childhood and wrote many poems in his life. It was a pity that the collection of poems "Nanyue Old Manuscript" recording his works was lost, which was a pity for later generations.

It was not until the late 90s that someone discovered the remaining four volumes of the five volumes of "Nanyue Old Manuscript" in his ancestral home, and auctioned them several years later for 450 million.

In 2010, the collector auctioned the four volumes of "Nanyue Old Manuscripts" again, and they were finally sold for 560 million yuan.

A damaged copy can be sold for 560 million, and what I have in my hand is a complete version, how should I calculate its value?
Xu Yuexin was so excited that he simply took out a freshly washed piece of clothing from the closet, tore it into pieces to wrap the book, put it in a box, covered it with a lid, and placed it under the bed.

This is a great treasure. If it is well preserved and passed down to future generations, its value will be higher than the house we live in now.

And all this was just because of the 5 cents I got from returning the glass bottle.

5 cents in exchange for millions, or even tens of millions, is enough to brag about for a lifetime.

"Ah sneeze!"

While Xu Yuexin was still feeling very happy, he suddenly sneezed.

"Who is talking about me?"

Xu Yuexin rubbed his nose and muttered.

"Mom, please stop nagging. It's true that Xin Ge resigned, but he can earn more by submitting articles."

At this moment, in the living room of the Chen family, Chen Qiaoqiao sat on a small stool, peeling edamame, and tried to say to her mother in silence, "Don't worry about me and him being together."

Not long after Chen Qiaoqiao returned home, Zhou Zhifeng started nagging her again, saying that being in a relationship with Xu Yuexin was unreliable. Chen Qiaoqiao was so annoyed that she decided to explain the latest situation she had learned so that her mother would have nothing to say.

Zhou Zhifeng still disagreed: "Qiaoqiao, you still have too little social experience. What he said must be true?"

While the two were talking, a melodious accordion sound came from the front bedroom.

"Mom... do you think Xin Ge is the kind of person who lies?"

Amid the music, Chen Qiaoqiao was speechless. Did she have to wait for Xu Yuexin to bring her the payment slip before she would believe it?
"Oh, you kid..."

Zhou Zhifeng was about to continue speaking when the music in the bedroom suddenly stopped and a female voice was heard.

"Don't disturb me from playing the piano."

"There's a performance tomorrow."

The voice was elegant and indifferent, yet with a hint of impatience, giving people a feeling of being inviolable.

Zhou Zhifeng shut up immediately as if he had received an imperial edict.

The person speaking is Chen Yixiu, the eldest daughter of the Chen family. She is a national first-class actor who is proficient in singing, playing, and dancing, and is known as an all-round artist.

When Zhou Zhifeng and her husband were sent to the countryside to work, it was Chen Yixiu who supported the family alone by performing on stage. Not only did she earn a living for herself and her two younger sisters, but she could also send money to Zhou Zhifeng and her husband from time to time.

Back then, the Chen family relied entirely on Chen Yixiu, so she had a lot of say in the family, and even Zhou Zhifeng didn't dare to disobey her.

Seeing that Zhou Zhifeng didn't dare to make a sound, Chen Qiaoqiao couldn't help but laugh in her heart: Thank you, big sister, otherwise I would have been nagged for who knows how long.

At the same time, Chen Qiaoqiao also knew that only when Xu Yuexin showed his strength in person could her mother really shut up.

(End of this chapter)