"Eh... this feels..." Suddenly, Gao Mingcheng's expression became solemn. He pinched the book cover repeatedly, feeling that something was wrong with the feel.
It is common sense that the cover of a book will be thicker than the pages.
Gao Mingcheng had never been suspicious before, but now that he had the experience of his previous life, when he took the thing in his hand, he instinctively sensed that something was wrong.
It's just that he looked at it several times and couldn't see any flowers.
He also tried to tear the book cover into pieces, but he didn't know what material the book cover was made of, but it turned out to be very tough.
Finally, his eyes fell on the burning kerosene lamp.
The wick absorbs the supply of kerosene and blooms into a dazzling and colorful flame flower. When people stare at the flame, they feel that the flame is alive and swaying.
An idea grew in Gao Mingcheng's mind. He looked hesitant, but in the end he carefully approached the flame with the corner of the book cover.
He was extremely careful in his movements, fearing that the flames would instantly ignite the entire book. After all, he just wanted to burn a little bit to see if there was really an interlayer as he thought.
Thanks to tomb robbing in his previous life, Gao Mingcheng handled some antiques and learned some related knowledge. He knew that in ancient times, there was a sandwich technology that could sandwich important things into other things, such as wooden boxes. Interlayers, interlayers in porcelain, interlayers in calligraphy and painting, etc.
As the corner of the book cover came close to the flame, the book cover was instantly ignited, and the flames quickly spread from one point to more surfaces.
Gao Mingcheng was well prepared. The moment the book cover was ignited, he suddenly pulled the book cover away, and then blew on the flame on the book cover to extinguish the flame.
The flame had gone out, leaving a dark mess in the corner of the book cover.
Gao Mingcheng stretched out his fingers and rubbed the blackened area, rubbing the ashes away bit by bit, and then carefully observed the situation from the burning surface.
It's just that he didn't see anything wrong at all, which made him a little disappointed.
He touched the book cover repeatedly, but still felt something was wrong.
So he planned to burn more book covers to verify.
He approached the flame cautiously as usual, and the book cover was successfully ignited. Gao Mingcheng planned to count three numbers silently in his mind before blowing out the flame.
However, at this moment, a black shadow suddenly passed in front of him.
Gao Mingcheng's eyes instinctively followed the black shadow. When he saw clearly that it was a mouse, his heart skipped a beat.
He looked away, only to see that less than half of the book cover had been burned. He was in a hurry and hurriedly blew out the flames on the book cover.
"Damn mouse!" Gao Mingcheng couldn't help but cursed.
Looking at the book cover that was one-fifth burned, Gao Mingcheng didn't hope that there really was any sandwich.
Otherwise, it would be a psychological burden to know that some treasure was burned by my carelessness.
After taking a deep breath, Gao Mingcheng came to check the situation.
Because the book cover is relatively thick, the flames will not burn too fast, and the ashes will not fall directly to the ground after burning, but will condense together, and the color will be black instead of off-white.
This is because the paper covering the book cover has not been completely burned.
Gao Mingcheng rubbed the ashes away with his fingers, and the black ashes fell off one after another, revealing a dazzling golden color.
This golden touch, like the rising sun, shines directly into Gao Mingcheng's heart.
His heart began to beat rapidly, and a bold guess took shape in his heart.
His fingers covered with black ash touched the golden substance excitedly, and a wave of ecstasy spread in Gao Mingcheng's heart.
He had guessed whether there would be an interlayer in the book cover, and whether there would be a banknote from the Ming Dynasty or Qing Dynasty sandwiched inside, like the ones he had encountered before.
Banknotes are also paper and are most afraid of flames, so when they accidentally burn too much, he would rather not have an interlayer inside.
But he never expected that there was indeed a sandwich inside the book cover, and the thing sandwiched was actually gold!
Of course, to be able to be sandwiched into the book cover, the gold is extremely thin and can be regarded as gold foil.
Chinese people love gold, which is engraved in their bones and blood.
Gao Mingcheng is naturally no exception.
Knowing that it was gold, he became bolder and tore the entire cover off the book. He wanted to burn it, but real gold is not afraid of fire.
But when the fever was about to hit, he still hesitated.
Real gold is not afraid of fire, but this gold foil is too thin and may melt.
The original owner of this book put this gold foil in the book cover. Did he just want to hide some gold, or did he have some other intention?
Is there any important information on this gold foil?
Thinking of this, Gao Mingcheng immediately thought that in the antique shop, antiques with inscriptions are much more valuable than those without inscriptions!
In the same way, if there is no information on the gold foil, then the gold foil can only be regarded as ordinary gold, but if there is any important information on the gold foil, then it is an antique!
It is worth far more than gold!
With an excited heart and trembling hands, Gao Mingcheng fetched a basin of water, then sank the entire book cover into the water, letting the water soak the book cover.
After about two or three minutes, Gao Mingcheng estimated that he was done, so he fished the book cover out of the water, and then tore off the soaked paper bit by bit.
Due to the toughness of the paper and the fear of damaging the gold foil, he tore the paper very lightly. It took him ten minutes to completely tear off the paper.
Looking at the two pages of gold foil paper in his hand, Gao Mingcheng couldn't help but smile with relief.
He first picked up a page of gold foil paper and looked in the direction of the kerosene lamp. The light passed through the gold foil paper, emitting a charming golden light.
As for the information on the gold foil paper, it is completely invisible.
But Gao Mingcheng was not discouraged. He suspected that it was a problem with the light, and planned to wait until daylight tomorrow to observe again.
As soon as he put the gold foil paper back into the book, he heard the sound of the door being pushed behind him.
Before anyone could see who was coming out, a familiar curse sounded first: "What are you doing up at night? Why don't you light a kerosene lamp! You don't have to spend money to buy kerosene!"
"Hoo!" Like the wind, the figure quickly came to the kerosene lamp and blew out the lamp, leaving only a wisp of green smoke curling up.
Under the moonlight, Gao Mingcheng's mother's face was filled with distress, as if the kerosene lamp was burning not kerosene, but her hard work.
She was already asleep, but due to her health, she would get up once or twice every night to go to the bathroom.
"You have to work on the railway tomorrow. Why are you staying awake so late at night?" Gao Mingcheng's mother, Luo Xiaohua, scolded her again.
Gao Mingcheng didn't argue, just said something and went to sleep.
Then he got up and returned to his house.
Luo Xiaohua had no choice but to put away the kerosene lamp distressedly and go to the toilet.
The next morning, the Gao family got up very early, and Luo Xiaohua even cooked a large pot of porridge early. Since he had to do heavy physical work on the railway, today's porridge was thicker than usual.
But while eating, Gao Yuanyuan looked around and found that his second son, Gao Mingcheng, hadn't gotten up yet.
So he lowered his face and said to his third son: "Your second brother hasn't gotten up yet? Go and wake him up!"
The third child, Gao Mingwan, said: "Second brother is already up! When I woke up, he was no longer in bed!"
"This bastard!" Gao Yuanyuan was furious and wanted to beat his second son with a stick.
"Look at the good son you gave birth to. He is almost 20 years old, and he is still doing nothing day by day. He finally got a job that makes money, and he still dares to run away!" The second brother is not here, and he can't be beaten or scolded. Gao Yuanyuan He had no choice but to vent his anger on his wife Luo Xiaohua.
Luo Xiaohua didn't want to see this unpleasant second son, and immediately scolded him: "I don't know where my second son is stupid. He stayed up most of the night yesterday and actually lit a kerosene lamp in the yard! Damn it, There’s so much less kerosene in that lamp!”
Luo Xiaohua stretched out his hand and made exaggerated gestures.
