Cui Zhiti guessed that this should be Xue Yuanchao's instruction, and Xue Shiqiniang would never have imagined this level.

Since this is the instruction from Xue Yuanchao, there is nothing to say, so I can only do it.

Now that Master Xue Ge is proud of himself in the court, even the queen of the world has to give him three points.

The little donkey turned to the crossroads with great difficulty, and a sneaky black shadow suddenly rushed out from behind the old locust tree on the street to block Cui Zhiti's way.

"Who are you?"

The slave from the hometown shouted, "Don't give way!"

"This gentleman asked, please." The dark shadow looked around and no one was there and whispered, "The little man has a copy of the old generation. He wants to transfer it at a low price. I wonder if the gentleman is interested in viewing it?"

"A lonely book passed down from generation to generation?" Cui Zhiti was intrigued instantly.

"That's right." The black shadow nodded, "It's like a fake version of the old generation."

"Take it, take a look." Cui Zhiti said, "It depends on what is the only one in the world."

The black shadow unbuttoned his clothes and solemnly took out a yellow silk cloth bag from his arms.

Then untie Huang Ling and take out a blue-skinned thread-bound book from it.

Cui Zhiti took the thread-bound book, then flipped through the torch from the slave's hand, and said in surprise: "No, is this a thread-bound book offered by Pei Sicheng?"

"Mr. Lang knows about thread-bound books?"

The black shadow smiled and said, "Then you should know that the villain did not lie."

"I dare to say that I'm not lying." Cui Zhiti said, "This thread-bound book has just appeared not long ago. It's not even an ancient book at all. How dare you even call it a lie?"

"Your husband's words are wrong."

The black shadow smiled and said, "Who said that the legendary orphans must be ancient books?"

"What do you mean?" Cui Zhiti said as he opened the thread-bound book, and his face changed drastically. "Is this auspicious poem collection presented by Wenqu Xingjun?"

"It is the collection of auspicious poems presented by Wenqu Xingjun."

The black shadow whispered, "I'll tell you the truth to my husband. The villain is a craftsman of the Shoghazi. This thread-bound book is a collection of poems that the Shoghazi tried to print."

"Because there are flaws, it originally needed to be destroyed."

"It was the villain who secretly hid it and brought it out."

Cui Zhiti laughed and said, "It turns out that this is just a flawed product, and he dares to pretend to be the only one who passed down from generation to generation."

"Mr. Lang said this again." The black shadow smiled slightly and said, "It is precisely because it is a flawed product that it is the only one. If it is the final original, it will not be surprising."

Speaking of this, he said, "And the good teacher knows that this is not only the first auspicious poetry collection that was published, but also the first line-bound book today! First, this is the first volume!"

Cui Zhiti was moved when she heard this. Yes, this is the first line-bound book!

Although he didn't know what it means to publish, he knew better than anyone else how precious the first line-bound book was. As long as he became the first in the world, his value would immediately double.

And the most rare thing is that this is a flawed product.

Perhaps it will be a book that will be passed down from generation to generation in less than a hundred years.

It is true that the Cui family is a century-old high-ranking party in Qinghe, but the Cui family is divided into many houses.

Their room is known for passing on poetry and books, but they have always lacked a single book that can be kept in the box. This collection of auspicious poems with flaws may make up for this shortcoming.

Cui Zhiti said at this moment: "How much does this book cost?"

The black shadow didn't say anything, just stretched out a finger.

"Yi Guan?" Cui Zhiti was a little surprised. This was too cheap.

Hearing this, the black shadow just shook his head.

"Ten Guan?" Cui Zhiti frowned slightly, but in terms of the old version, this price is not expensive, and it can even be said to be a bargain.

The shadow still shook his head.

"One hundred coins?" Cui Zhiti's face was already a little ugly.

"This is a one-manuscript from the past. How can one be bought with one hundred guan?" The black shadow said helplessly, "One thousand guan!"

"One thousand guan?" Cui Zhiti said furiously, "How dare you sell a thousand guan for such a flawed thread-bound book? Why don't you grab it?"

"Why should you be angry?"

The black shadow said: "Buying and selling will not be done, and you will return the book to me."

After saying that, Black Shadow reached out to pick up the thread-bound book in Cui Zhiti's hand.

Cui Zhiti shrank his hand and said, "Slowly, did I say I won't buy it?"

"I bought this collection of poems." After saying that, Cui Zhiti said to his hometown slave again, "Aqi, take this young man back to his house and ask the account to give him a thousand guan."

The slave from the hometown said, "Alang, then you?"

"I'm fine." Cui Zhiti waved his hand and said, "This is Chang'an, what can I do."

"Here!" the slave from the hometown responded and said to the black shadow again, "You little boy, come with me."

The black shadow said to Cui Zhiti, "This man, there is another saying to you, the villain must remind you that this test-printed poetry collection was stolen by the villain, so you understand."

"I understand this." Cui Zhiti nodded, "I will not promote it everywhere."
Chapter completed!