Hello, 1983

In the warehouse of the British Museum, the door of Room C90 was slowly opened.

Although all kinds of facilities in the warehouse are complete, and ventilation, moisture-proof and other aspects are well done, Liu Qingshan and the others still feel a musty smell coming towards them.

There are too many cultural relics in the museum, and the maintenance cost is limited, so it is impossible to cover everything.

In this storage room, there is no vertical display cabinet, just a few rows of simple shelves.

On the shelf, some yellowed ancient books were scattered on the top, and it looked like a pile of waste paper.

Fatty Jin kept smacking his lips, the fat on his face shivered, it really hurts to look at it.

Prodigal thing, I... Second Master Bai even scolded directly.

Fortunately, these foreigners do not understand.

Liu Qingshan also frowned, then waved his hand: Let's choose first.

So everyone put on gloves and started sorting out the old paper piles, and the smell in the house became even more unpleasant.

The deputy curator and administrator who accompanied them simply moved two chairs and sat in the corridor outside the door. Anyway, when they went out, they had to undergo strict inspections, and there was no need to worry about taking private goods out.

Master Bai. Fatty Jin, Zhang Chunyu, Lu Fang, plus Boban, all of these can be used.

Liu Qingshan, Li Tieweila and the others will not be able to do it, they can only do some auxiliary work.

In the process of sorting out, sighs sounded from time to time, mixed with cursing.

A lot of paper has been damaged, with big holes and small eyes.

Others were made of silk, which were all broken into pieces.

This also greatly slows down the speed of cleaning, because everyone is not purely selecting, but sorting them all.

Before I knew it, the morning had passed, and even one-tenth of the items in the house had not been completed.

Mr. Mountain, it's off work. Deputy Director Johansson came in and reminded.

Then he saw the situation in the storage room and couldn't help but tut a few times: Oh, gentlemen, your work is too meticulous!

Only then did Liu Qingshan look at the time: End work first,

Continue in the afternoon.

Then everyone reluctantly put down the work at hand and filed out.

After the security check, I cleaned it up and went out to eat.

After all, it is a partnership, the lunch arranged by the British Museum.

Everyone was obviously in a low mood, and they all ate in silence, only Liu Qingshan chatted with Johansson from time to time:

Sir, should the museum pay us the labor fee?

Liu Qingshan pointed at the second master Bai and said with a smile: Let me introduce, this old gentleman is an expert in restoring ancient books. Many of these ancient books in your library need to be restored.

Johansson really nodded: We really need the help of experts in this area, just like that precious scroll of the history of women's portraits was needlessly damaged because we didn't understand the mounting and restoration of Chinese calligraphy and painting.

Vera translated it for the second master Bai, and the old man immediately widened his eyes: Tell me to work hard for them, there is no way, when I see these things, I will be furious!

Liu Qingshan explained with a smile: Second Master, you can't just watch, these precious ancient books are completely damaged, right? Bai Erye certainly understands the reason, but asking him to work here is really hard. It's a torment.

At this time, Zhang Chunyu interjected: Master, let me stay, Qingshan is right, no matter who these ancient books and documents belong to now, they are our treasures in China and need to be rescued.

Okay, then the two of us will divide the labor. You can organize them here, and I will repair the ones I brought back.

Second Master Bai also nodded, if you don't know, you won't be bothered by sight; now that you know, if you don't do anything, I'm afraid you won't be able to sleep at night.

So Vera came forward and negotiated with Johansson. Of course, she could not help in vain. The labor fee was necessary, and she had to enjoy expert treatment.

Whether it is Liu Qingshan or Zhang Chunyu, they don't care about these labor costs, they are mainly unwilling, better than nothing.

In the afternoon, everyone continued to fight.

According to Johansson, there are more than a dozen such storage rooms.

He is a deputy curator and can't always be here with him. In the afternoon, he is busy with his own work. There is only one administrator left to assist. Of course, the main thing is to supervise.

Brother Qingshan, I found the treasure. Fatty Jin leaned in front of Liu Qingshan with a smirk and said in a low voice. You don't have to be like a thief, we can choose generously, and the other party has agreed.

As Liu Qingshan spoke, Fatty Jin pulled him to his temporary workbench.

It's essential to be defensive. Fatty Jin pointed to a broken estimate on the workbench and said, Look, the Song edition should be the Shu edition, which was engraved and printed by the bookstore on the Meishan Mountain in Sichuan Province.

Of course, Liu Qingshan has also heard the name of the Song version of the book, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the most valuable book.

But looking at the thin booklet in front of me, it's really dilapidated.

The pages of the book are like smoke and fire, the handwriting on it is also mottled and unclear, and there are many broken places.

It's alright, go back and ask the second master to repair it, so that the antique will be preserved. Fatty Jin looked like he had found a treasure. Continue to organize carefully.

That's right, at the end of the day, I really found a lot of treasures.

The most precious of them should be a broken manuscript. According to Second Master Bai and Fatty Jin, it should be Su Shi's family letter, written to his younger brother Su Zhe.

Su Dongpo's calligraphy is plump, plump, and unique, and is definitely a treasure.

Just this hand letter is enough for everyone to be happy for half a month.

This is also the fact that foreigners have only a limited understanding of China's extensive and profound culture, and treat this manuscript as an ordinary item, so they can call Liu Qingshan and the others to pick up a big leak.

Everyone was more motivated, and they worked hard for three days in a row to sort out the items in this collection room.

It's just a preliminary arrangement. As for the follow-up repairs, it's meticulous and takes time.

Second Master Bai and their visas are only one month, which is not enough at all.

As for the museum, it is obvious that this group of people is really helpful, so three meals a day and various services are also in place. In this way, more than half a month has passed, and Liu Qingshan and the others have also cleaned up three storage rooms and tens of thousands of albums.

Hundreds of pages were also selected, all of which they were going to bring back.

These have been handed over to the museum and brought back to the hotel, where Li Tie is in charge of taking care of them.

Every day is overloaded with work, and everyone is very tired. Even the fat man has lost a lot of weight. This is a good way to lose weight.

Second Master, you are taking a day off at the hotel today.

Liu Qingshan also looked distressed, especially Bai Erye, who was getting old and consumed a lot of energy every day, I was really afraid that the old man couldn't hold it.

Second Master Bai waved his hand: There are still three days, we should go back, let's look for more.

After speaking, he took out a couple of pain relief tablets from his pocket, pulled out two pieces, and threw them into his mouth.

A new storage room was opened today, and everyone was refreshed and continued to fight.

Liu Qingshan was also busy with his work, and when he saw a large box under the shelf, there was a large pile of scattered papers, so he took the box out and carefully rummaged through it.

Turning the pages, Liu Qingshan's eyes lit up: silk!

In the past few days, following the busy work of Second Master Bai, Liu Qingshan has also grown a little bit.

He knew that the general silk calligraphy and painting are relatively old, relatively speaking, may be more valuable.

So he pulled Fatty Jin over and asked him to identify him.

This is an ancient painting with a horizontal axis. The cracks are very serious. The picture is not colored, and the content of the painting is blurred. Only a large group of people can be seen.

It looks quite ancient. Fatty Jin also widened his small eyes, held a magnifying glass, and began to search on the painting.

He was mainly looking for seals or inscriptions, these were the most obvious clues.

There are several seals, but they are equally vague.

There are no tools here, and Bai Erye can't repair it.

Because the damage was too serious, Fatty Jin couldn't call it, so he asked the second master to come and check it together. It gave him the feeling that this painting was very unusual.

Don't ask anything, just rely on the appraiser's intuition.

At least it's the Song Dynasty, maybe it's the Tang Dynasty. Bai Erye studied it and came to this conclusion excitedly.

Liu Qingshan made a decisive decision: Accepted.

Regardless of whether it is from a famous artist, this dynasty alone is worth collecting.

Second Master Bai took the magnifying glass again and checked it carefully.

Because he is a restoration expert, his perspective is slightly different from that of Fatty Jin, and he can even roughly restore the appearance after restoration through these broken and blurred appearances in front of him.

After careful inspection, Bai Erye's voice suddenly became excited:

These figures should be drawn as immortals. From the posture of the clothes belt, there is a taste of Wu belt in the wind.

Others were stunned when they heard it.

Even a layman like Liu Qingshan knows what it means for Wu to be the wind.

It was when Wu Daozi, the master of the Tang Dynasty, was painting the characters. The clothes and belts of the characters in the paintings were fluttering, as if being swept by the wind, elegant and elegant, so it is called the Wu belt as the wind.

If it is really a work of painting saints, then their hard work these days will be worth it.

Not to mention half a month of hard work, even half a year or even half a lifetime, it's worth it!

Liu Qingshan also suppressed the excitement in his heart: Second Master, can it be repaired?

Second Master Bai nodded: If it's really a hand-painted painting, even if I peel off my skin and stick it on it, I'll be willing to do it. Liu Qingshan saw that their actions had attracted the attention of the administrator outside the door, so he waved his hand lightly, signaling everyone to disperse first.

The second master Bai, on the other hand, carefully kept the painting on silk.

The old man once did a job to help a Chinese painting master surnamed Xu to restore the original painting he acquired. That painting is called the Eighty-One Immortals.

The things that have been repaired by hand are of course profound understanding.

Bai Erye has a feeling that this piece of work in front of him is very likely to be equivalent to that one.