Chapter Fifty-One: Windfall

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  Seeing this house snake, there was no threat, and both of them relaxed in their hearts, habitually starting to chat.

  Who knew that something would happen to make their eyes pop out. The snake in the house surprisingly seemed to understand what they were saying, and nodded at them, struggling to crawl to one side.

  "My day! This is also okay!" Zhang Yu's eyeballs almost bulged out like cow eggs.

  The snake was extremely large and had bricks on top of it, waiting for the snake to move. As soon as it did, several wooden boxes were seen underneath, along with some unknown objects wrapped in oil paper.

  "My goodness, it's a gun!" Zhang Yu exclaimed, pointing at an oil-paper package.

  Wen Fei's heart skipped a beat, and he looked back to see that the shape indeed resembled a gun. As for these silver coins and gold bars, Wen Fei wasn't very interested. The entire Northern Song Dynasty was now like his backyard, and getting his hands on gold and silver wasn't difficult at all. But this gun...

  He rushed forward, opening the oil paper package. He was originally worried that the Republic of China-era gun would not be usable now, but when Wen Fei opened the oil paper package, he found that it was wrapped in plastic inside.

  It seems that there was no plastic during the Republic of China era? Wen Fei, a little white, muttered to himself. However, he quickly and nimbly opened the package.

  "It's June 4th!" Zhang Yu cried out.

  Wen Fei is an idiot when it comes to weapons, but even if he's ignorant, he must have heard of the reputation of this handgun. He happily took it and examined it randomly, scaring Zhang Yu who shouted: "Don't point the muzzle at me, I don't know if there are still bullets inside. It's strange, why is there a 64 in this Republican treasure?"

  Wen Fei was startled and didn't dare to act rashly. After thinking for half a day, he finally pulled out the magazine and found it empty. It made sense, as there were still sealed butter inside. The maintenance seemed to be good.

  "There's ammunition," Zhang Yu said, pointing at the oil-paper package.

  Wen Fei was overjoyed at first sight, as if he still had a dozen or so bullets left.

  "I remember that 64 was equipped in 1980s, right?" Zhang Yu said uncertainly: "How could it have traveled to the Republic of China era?"

  Upon hearing the two words "crossing over", Wen Fei's heart skipped a beat. But he also found it strange, these silver yuan and yellow fish looked like they were hidden away during the Republic of China era, how could there be a 64-handgun?

  To be honest, Wen Fei really loved this gun. The gun was small in size and could be held in the palm of his hand, making it invisible to others, which made Wen Fei particularly satisfied. Although there were a few less bullets, he could figure out a way to get more later, besides, they weren't going to war, what did they need so many bullets for?

  "I'll just take this gun, and the rest is yours?" Wen Fei was very generous, also making up for the guilt in his heart. To say that, actually, it wasn't entirely Zhang Yu's fault either. Even if he had been in his own shoes, he wouldn't have done any better than Zhang Yu.

  "Ah, you said it!" Zhang Yu Mei opened another oil paper package, and this time there was a book inside. The pages were yellowed and looked very old. Of course, this couldn't be some kind of secret recipe or anything like that. It was an ancient book, apparently a printed edition, although it had been wrapped up well, but after all the time, the cover could no longer be made out clearly.

  There were several other oil-paper packages, all of which contained some ancient books, mostly printed ones. After flipping through a few volumes, Zhang Yu suddenly became delighted: "Taoist, you said it yourself that it's better to have something than to regret it later. This book is worth more than all the gold and silver here!"

  Wen Fei snorted in disdain: "It's not some kind of martial arts secret manual, they're all printed and mass-produced!"

  "You don't understand! This is a Song edition book, a real Song edition book. Do you know how much one page of a Song edition book was worth at an auction last year? One page!" Zhang Yu especially emphasized the two words "one page".

  "How much?" asked Wen Fei.

  "Fifty thousand!"

  After hearing the price, even Wen Fei felt a little dizzy. I can go back and forth to Northern Song Dynasty myself, and when the time comes, I'll pull a cart of books back... But thinking about it, without the accumulation of thousands of years of time, is this still an antique? Wen Fei expressed his doubts!

  How many pages are these books? Never mind, Wen Fei didn't ask either. Since he said to give it to Zhang Yu, then just give it to him. To be honest, Wen Fei never really cared about money and wasn't the type of person who pursued wealth. Otherwise, he wouldn't have stayed at home and been interested in those Taoist rituals.

  The reason why I was so obsessed with money is just a temporary psychological imbalance, and now I have slowly adjusted back.

  "Hurry up, let's go!" They had already delayed for an hour or two, and the sky had darkened. This old house hadn't been inhabited for years, and the electricity had long been cut off. If it weren't for the fact that the two of them had come prepared with flashlights, they would have had to grope around in the darkness.

  "What's happened to that snake?" Zhang Yu asked.

  Wen Fei also found it strange that he had gone back in time, and saw the house snake that had just crawled to one side earlier, now curled up into a ball, motionless, probably dead.

  The two of them sighed for a while, both feeling that today's encounter was somewhat strange. They found a bag, put the snake in it, drove directly to the outskirts where there were no people, and buried the snake. It can also be said that they fulfilled their promise!

  Let Zhang Yu handle the old house, Wen Fei began to prepare to go back to Bei Song again. The transaction with He and Yan Department required a lot of things, no matter what they wanted. Even an iron pot could be sold at a good price among them.

  In fact, it's not just these small tribes, even the Western Xia is no exception. The territory lacks everything. Although they can smelt some sharp knives and swords, the output is pitifully small, making it impossible to equip on a large scale. Even iron pots are scarce in ordinary people's homes!

  "My god, is that right? Red flower, isn't it the same as TCM red flower? It's more expensive than gold by kilogram." Wen Fei searched on his computer for half a day, looking at the names of those medicinal materials he mentioned back then.

  He was originally disappointed that there was no Cordyceps, but it turned out that the medicinal value of Cordyceps was only discovered after the Ming Dynasty. However, he did not expect that Safflower would be so valuable. Wen Fei had thought that they were just ordinary red flowers and didn't take it to heart. It wasn't until now that he found out that the samples he saw at Zhang Shu Ye's place were actually Safflower!

  It was just two exclamations, and Wen Fei's penguin lit up, the caller finally came online.

  Wen flew a red face and sent a row of words: "Beauty, ask you something. You say to repair a 300-meter building how much labor is required?"

  "What's wrong, want to change jobs and become an architect? Say what building?" Little Yu on the opposite side replied very quickly.

  "It's just, uh... an antique-style building, a castle, you know? A castle!" Wen Fei almost got his tongue tangled up, he couldn't very well say he was going to build a fortress, or people would think he'd gone crazy!

  Luckily, Wen Fei's acquaintance Xiao Yu was easy-going and didn't pry, only asking: "How wide is it? 50 meters?"

  Wen Fei was taken aback: "It should be squared!"

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