Live Jianbao: Baoyou, you are very wrong

Chapter 830 Restoring the Jacquard Brocade in the Jinjin Halo, Digging a Big Pit
"It was just now, now is now, old Tang, you are a good person to the end, help me!"

Duan Ping lowered his voice and laughed: "Anyway, you are from Xia Kingdom, and they won't do anything to you, don't worry!"

"What do you mean?"

"Even if you break it, they will think that the Palace Museum's strength is not enough, and they won't think it's your problem."

"Are you asking me to betray the museum?" Tang Qisheng stared hard at Duan Ping.

"This is too harsh to hear. What is betrayal? We are from the same school. This time you help me, and next time you come here, I will help you too!"

Duan Ping looked sullen and raised his head to applaud.

Others didn't understand what was happening but applauded.

Below the laboratory, a white-haired old man wearing a work card looked serious.

"Duan, outsiders are not allowed to enter the restoration room of the Metropolitan Museum, you know the rules."

"Sorry, old Barley." Duan Ping didn't pay attention to him at all, glanced at him, and looked away.

"But I remember that there is another item that we can seek help from other cultural relics protection agencies when we encounter cultural relics that cannot be restored, isn't it?"

"Then you have to prove that we can't fix it."

"Can't it be proved now? You have deployed so many times and still can't fix it."

Ning Fan followed Duan Ping's line of sight.

There are a lot of materials and test equipment scattered on the table, which seems to be mixing glue.

After a few more glances, I was suddenly happy.

"They want to restore Glue No. [-]."

When these words came out, Tang Qisheng and the others all changed their expressions.

Ning Fan had shown No. [-] glue when restoring the terracotta warriors and horses before, which was already a state secret, let alone No. [-] glue.

At that time, Yuan Lu and Wan Mingyue wanted to say the name of No. [-] glue, which was a leak.

Now the people of the Stars and Stripes actually want to deploy this kind of glue?

Several people became jealous instantly.

Duan Ping was still boasting at the side to introduce the situation.

After some introductions, excluding the part that must be bragging, Ning Fan found that even what he said before was false.

The cultural relic is really broken, and it is his job to restore it, but it has nothing to do with what he wants to do.

The damaged one is a moth-eaten Dunhuang scripture painting, the craftsmanship is relatively complicated, using the gradual halo-jacquard brocade technique, and it is also mixed with gold and silver threads.

Duan Ping couldn't repair it with traditional methods, so he decided to use glue to fix it.

It just so happened that they found out that Xia Guo had glue that could repair everything before, so they really found out about the glue according to ancient books, and then they began to study the formula.

"Still messy."

Ning Fan checked it out and found that there were two more things involved.

Duan Ping's Jinjin Halojian Jacquard Brocade Jingbian painting needs to be repaired, and the glue of the Stars and Stripes also needs to be configured.

"Master Ning, what should we do?" Wang Duoyu lowered his voice.

Ning Fan looked over, Duan Ping and the old Barley below were negotiating something.

Smiled softly: "What do we care?"

"But didn't he mention the Palace Museum..."

"He also said he was the director of the Metropolitan Museum."

"Yes!"

Wang Duoyu suddenly realized, and looked at the past again, with a little playfulness on his face.

"But should we add fire to this matter?"

"Tell me."

Wang Duoyu whispered a few words in Ning Fan's ear.

"You go?"

"Row!"

Wang Duoyu responded and waited aside.

"What did you discuss?" Ban Liangjin asked curiously.

"Let him lose his wife and lose his army." Ning Fan didn't explain much, but just raised his head: "Just look at it."

……

"How about it, Old Tang? I have agreed to everything below. Think about it, this is a good opportunity for you to show off in the museum!"

Duan Ping came over cheekily: "If you can repair that painting and help make this glue, we will send you a letter of thanks and a pennant after returning to China."

"Really?" Tang Qisheng looked at him, somewhat moved.

"It must be. When the time comes, you will have our friendship with the Metropolitan Museum. It will be up to you if you have any projects or opportunities for promotion."

"Thank you in advance then."

Tang Qisheng stopped talking about the previous deceit, and stretched out his hand to hold Gu Ping tightly.

"Then it's up to you!"

"Okay." Tang Qisheng agreed, paused for a moment, and stopped him again: "Afterwards, we will do as we agreed?"

"no problem!"

Gu Ping nodded his chest: "I'm doing things, don't worry."

Tang Qisheng clenched his fist, gave Ning Fan a look, and when he passed by Wang Duoyu, he handed over a ball of something.

Wang Duoyu nodded, slipped out of the repair room and disappeared.

Ban Liangjin looked puzzled, and silently counted with his fingers.

After a while, he couldn't help laughing and shook his head lowly.

"I can restore that painting."

There was a voice in the room, Tang Qisheng looked down from a high place, and all the raised heads below were in disbelief.

"One day is enough," he added.

"What did I hear?"

"What joke is he talking about, how could the painting be repaired in a day?"

"Duan, do you Xia people like to brag?"

"This is no joke, sir."

The room was suddenly noisy, and everyone did not believe Tang Qisheng's news.

Old Barre frowned: "Sir, I hope you can understand that this is not a joke, but it can really be repaired, otherwise you will lose the honor of the entire cultural relics community of Xia Kingdom."

"I know what I'm talking about." Tang Qisheng responded domineeringly, and knocked on the railing again, "If it can't be done, I will announce at the International Archaeological Annual Conference that Xia's cultural relic restoration technology is inferior to yours."

Everyone in the room was taken aback for a moment, and soon became commotion again.

"Quiet!"

Old Barley stopped their discussion, and his deep eyes fell on Tang Qisheng. After a few seconds, the smile on his face gradually deepened.

"I am looking forward."

"I need my students to be my assistants." Tang Qisheng pointed to Ning Fan.

"Of course, please!"

Old Barley moved out of the way, and the Jingbian painting on the table and the glue formula were all displayed in front of the two of them.

……

"Master Ning, what should we do now?"

Tang Qisheng stared at the Jingbian painting in front of him a little flustered.

The halo jacquard brocade itself is the highest level of fabric craftsmanship in the Tang Dynasty, and ordinary embroiderers cannot produce transitional and natural halo colors.

Not to mention the finished product after adding Kejin craftsmanship, it is necessary to ensure a clear and natural pattern, and to make the picture magnificent.

Tang Qisheng's knowledge of this kind of craftsmanship is limited to the name and details of the craftsmanship, and now he sees that he is completely unable to do it.

"Should we still handle the pre-process as before?" Ning Fan asked softly.

"what?"

Tang Qisheng had a strange expression on his face, he suddenly realized and nodded: "Yes, you deal with it first."

"it is good."

Ning Fan responded and began to process the prepared silk.

The most special thing about the halo jacquard brocade is to ensure the coherence and naturalness of the gradient color.

The original content of Jingbian painting is that Avalokitesvara appears to rescue all living beings from distress. The picture is a transition from green to brown, interspersed with vermilion and gold and silver lines.

The raw materials are high-quality silk and mineral pigments, and the value of one side exceeds ten gold.

Now the damaged location is on the side of Guanyin's body, together with the green mountain and brown land, there is a full foot of damage, and it must be cut as a whole to repair it.

Ning Fan touched it with his hands, and he knew it, and began to process the silk on the side.

He just stopped suddenly after spreading out the silk, and looked coldly at Duan Ping who was approaching him.

"What? Do you still want to steal the teacher?"

Duan Ping showed embarrassment, but refused to admit it: "What kind of stealing, I just want to see if you need any tools, since I don't need any, I'll leave!"

"it is good."

Ning Fan kept staring at him as he left, and then asked the other people in the Stars and Stripes to stand ten meters away, and then he turned his back to the monitor and started to handle the silk in front of him.

"teacher!"

About ten minutes later, Ning Fan called Tang Qisheng over.

The two blocked the Jingbian painting together, and neither the surveillance nor the scene could see their actions clearly.

Duan Ping gritted his teeth with hatred.

"It's so strict, it seems that someone really wants to steal."

"Learn what?"

The door opened, and Wang Duoyu came in with wet hands, and wiped his clothes casually: "Curator Duan, the faucet here is a little broken, and you need to send someone to fix it."

"curator?"

Old Barley stopped Wang Duoyu with a puzzled expression when he heard the voice: "Young man, did you just call him the curator?"

"Yes."

Wang Duoyu nodded, very seriously.

"He is a friend of our teacher and just told us that he is the curator here."

"Joke! It's just a joke with an old colleague!"

Duan Ping just turned his head, his face changed drastically, and he pulled Wang Duoyu away: "You child, why are you telling the truth! Didn't you say anything in the scene?"

"No."

Wang Duoyu thought about it seriously, and answered truthfully.

Duan Ping choked on his breath, unable to speak out, he could only let him go back bitterly.

Wang Duoyu walked back, and blinked when Ning Fan looked over.

Ning Fan nodded, didn't speak, but speeded up his movements.

Tang Qisheng was completely down on the sidelines.

Ning Fan's processing speed of the silk was completely beyond the speed that a normal person should have. He swept his hands like playing a piano, and all the silk was stretched out of shape and divided into directions.

And Tang Qisheng's help was simply crushing and mixing paint.

All the pigments in front of him had been prepared and were about to be filtered when Ning Fan shouted.

"Don't move."

"Then how to smudge?"

"It looks good."

Ning Fan responded quickly, stretched out his hand to pick up the freshly treated silk, sank down along the paint, quickly fished it out, and put it on the shelf to dry.

"All right."

"Is that all right?"

Tang Qisheng was completely dumbfounded by this wave of operations.

"Where's the kejin? What about the halo jacquard? How can you just soak it in it?"

"Wait and see."

After Ning Fan finished speaking, Tang Qisheng's eyes widened.

The silk in front of my eyes actually had color smudges.

The pigment soaked just now slowly gathers and flows downward under the action of gravity, forming an extremely natural smudged pattern along the silk.

brown!

Green!

red!

Several colors are all bloomed.

"This is the earliest craft of making halo jacquard brocade, but it has been lost for a long time." Ning Fan said.

"I'll write it down!" Tang Qisheng quickly took out his notebook and started to record, regardless that it was in the restoration room of the Metropolitan Museum.

Seeing this scene, the restorers of cultural relics from the Xingstriped Kingdom wondered what he was doing.

"The teacher usually records the data or compares the situation in the experiment, and he should be doing this now."

Ban Liangjin explained with a smile, and everyone believed it, and no longer doubted it.

In the next second, Ning Fan began to restore the original Jingbian painting.

First connect the original gold and silver thread, and then use a fine needle to pick up the remaining silk thread on the painting. The newly dyed silk is inserted and pressed back through the gold and silver thread little by little, and the remaining traces are cut off from time to time.

Tang Qisheng stared blankly at the operation.

I tried to imitate it, but found that I couldn't even do the most basic thing to stir up the silk thread.

"You can't do this, just prepare fresh water first."

Ning Fan noticed Tang Qisheng's movements, smiled and arranged for him to do other things.

"This requires years of practice like surgery."

Relying on his knowledge, Ning Fan earnestly popularized science.

Tang Qisheng sighed and did not speak, and silently prepared water.

He just stood up and looked at the audience behind him.

"The rest is not difficult, you can deal with it here, and I will clean it at the end."

"All right?"

"Is this repair completed?"

"It can't be fake, can it?"

"I can't wait to see them make a fool of themselves."

There was a murmur of disbelief in the crowd.

Duan Ping also stepped forward and asked Tang Qisheng what was going on.

"Old Tang, don't give up just because you really don't care. If it breaks, they can really do something to compensate for it."

"Oh?" Tang Qisheng gave him a blank look: "Didn't you just say that it doesn't matter if there is a problem with the repair, why do you need compensation now?"

"This... Doesn't this mean that there is no problem with the repair? But it was damaged, but after you repair it and it becomes damaged, then there is a problem?" Duan Ping said forcefully.

"If something goes wrong and the cultural relics are damaged, compensation is always reasonable, right?"

His eyeballs rolled.

"I think the five-star brocade from the east is very good. Otherwise, if you pay for this brocade, they will definitely not pursue your problem."

"Okay."

"You agreed?" Duan Ping was surprised.

"Yeah, you dare to say it, I dare not agree to anything, daydreaming, you want to fart!"

Tang Qisheng cursed, his eyes were cold.

"Don't say it's not repairable, even if I tear it into pieces, I can't give you that thing, and do you remember your identity?"

Tang Qisheng raised his finger and poked Duan Ping's chest: "Don't think that if you bite the bone, you will become the landlord's dog. When something happens, the foreign dog will be killed first."

"Who are you calling a dog!" Duan Ping clenched his teeth.

"Whoever agrees, that's it."

Tang Qisheng smiled contemptuously and was about to speak when a voice came from behind him.

"Teacher, all repairs have been completed."

"Okay? So fast!"

Tang Qisheng walked over to inspect the restored Jingbian painting, and Duan Ping also followed.

When he took a look, he froze in place.

"Impossible! This is impossible! How did you fix it?"

In the distance, the restorer from the Star-Spangled Kingdom hurried over when they heard the movement, and saw that the scriptural paintings on the table had turned into big geese and goose girls chattering non-stop.

"Amazing!"

"Perfect!"

"Up, down, left, right! No signs of restoration can be seen on all sides, it's amazing!"

"It's an absolute brilliance of technology that we've never seen before."

Old Barley also rubbed his nose: "Duan's friends, you are the best restorers I have ever seen, amazing!"

"Then the repair was successful?"

"Of course! If this is not successful, there is no successful restoration!"

Tang Qisheng nodded slightly upon hearing this.

After the atmosphere calmed down, he smiled and said, "Since the restoration results are satisfactory, let's talk about the compensation!"

Duan Ping suddenly froze.

The others also looked at Duan Ping and Tang Qisheng with puzzled faces.

"Reward, what reward?"

(End of this chapter)