Day by day in the infinite game

Chapter 162 162. The Silent Truth ([-])
The players here are discussing how to perform a simple but formal apprenticeship ceremony for the old master.

The master is probably not a person who likes fun, and he is devoted to his work. Other tedious etiquette can be omitted, but tea, apprenticeship notes and apprenticeship ceremonies are still required.

After roughly having an idea, everyone went their separate ways in small groups and hurriedly prepared the items they would need to become apprentices tomorrow.

After all, Tang Qinqin was also a person who had been apprenticed to a master. She was familiar with it once and twice, but this time on the apprenticeship post, her handwriting was much more beautiful and elegant.

As for the apprenticeship ceremony, Tang Qinqin plans to give her old master some mild Chinese medicinal materials that she has concocted, which can be added to daily soups and stews to nourish the body.

There are also some seasonal fruits from the mountains behind.

When chatting with Tang's mother on the phone in the evening, Tang Qinqin told them that he was going to become a disciple again.

"..." The couple on the other end of the phone were so frightened by their daughter's big fight that they could hardly turn their heads.

"Qinqin, it's not a child's play to be a teacher. Human energy is limited after all. It's not easy to concentrate on one job and do it well. Some people spend their whole lives fighting for it. You want to learn so much, can you take care of it?" Tang Mom is a little worried.

"Mom knows that you have some extraordinary talents now. Loving to learn and constantly enriching yourself are indeed things worthy of support and encouragement, but you must be practical in doing things. When you grow up, you must persist in the path you choose."

Tang Qinqin knew that Tang's mother was worried that she would be a 3-minute hot person and fall in love with everyone she met, but would learn nothing in the end.

"Mom and Dad, don't worry, I won't let you down." Tang Qinqin said, she couldn't say more, so let's use time and facts to reassure them.

Early the next morning, the players arrived at the studio door early.

At this time, the door had just opened, and their newly appointed master was getting off the old black [-] bars. He turned around and saw them standing neatly.

The old master couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth, and said cheerfully as he parked the car: "They're all here. Okay, it's still a good idea. Let's go in with me."

Tang Qinqin couldn't help but take another look at the second master's car.

In the 80s, apart from the inconvenience of getting on and off, the bicycles with beams in the middle that prevailed in the [-]s are basically the shining points: the overall structure is very stable and strong, and the load and speed are also good. It is very durable, and it is rare now.

Tang Qinqin thought that if he had time, he could "refurbish" the car for the master and repair the old paint peeling and rusty areas, so that it could extend its service life and make the master's travel more convenient and safer.

Entering the studio, the master put down the aluminum lunch box and thermos cup he was holding, and turned around to prepare everyone's learning tasks for the day.

As soon as I turned around, hey, what a guy!

Song Yuanze moved a chair behind the old master and asked him to sit down.

The old master sat down in confusion, not understanding what medicine these young people were selling in their gourds.

"Master, please bow to me as a disciple!" A uniform voice came, like a stone that suddenly hit the old master's heart.

He sat upright in surprise, put his hands on his knees and exerted slight pressure.

"Meet the master, I am Dong Mingzhe! I will learn from you about the protection of ancient books and I will not let you down!"

Dong Mingzhe stood up first, bowed respectfully and handed the apprenticeship sticker to his master.

When he saw him taking it with trembling hands, he handed over the "Xiuxiu gift" he had prepared.

The players met the master one after another.

The last step is to serve tea, which the players brewed this morning and put in their backpacks for later use. They can only be taken out when they become apprentices. The aroma of tea filled the huge room for a while.

The old master took it with a complicated expression and took a sip.

The temperature was right, the fragrance was sweet, orchid on the tongue, and the aftertaste was long. After drinking tea for most of his life, he felt that this was the most delicious tea he was drinking at this moment.

Although the players have tried their best to use smaller teacups, the twenty or so master chefs are afraid that they will fill their stomachs if they take turns drinking.

Since the tea leaves chosen by the players are also different, it makes the master feel like he is in a tea tasting party, tasting all kinds of flavors.

Looking at the thick stack of apprenticeship stickers in his hand, the pile of "Xiuxiu gifts" placed beside him, and the circle of teacups filled with various tea soups placed on the table, the master's eyes were empty, as if he was thinking about the things in front of him. The past.

He was indeed nostalgic for the past, when he first met his master and studied under him, and his lost youth.

"Everyone, get up." He calmed down and looked at the disciples in front of him.

It's a group of caring kids.

The other three old apprentices pushed the door open and came in, almost dazzled by the situation in the room.

Especially when they saw the meaningful look from their master, the three of them were a little embarrassed.

Sometimes you have to throw away when you compare goods, and people are more popular than others.

They never dreamed that one day they would be rolled up to the ceiling by the new "Junior Brothers and Junior Sisters".

I remember that when the three of them became apprentices, they simply changed their words and nothing else.

Although I have the same respect for my master, at this moment I feel inexplicably inferior to these junior brothers and sisters.

However, their embarrassment did not last long. The old master made the best use of his resources and allocated manpower to them, splitting the players into three groups, and the three of them were responsible for leading the learning and introduction.

The focus of learning is on hands-on practice, interspersed with theoretical knowledge.

Tang Qinqin is learning ancient book restoration methods from her senior brother, which is also one of the things she is most interested in.

There are many schools of ancient book restoration, and those that have survived through the years are: Shanghai School, Beijing School, Yang School, Su School, Shu School, Lu School, Hui School, Jin School and Lingnan School.

However, the ancient book restoration artists of these schools also gradually disappeared as they grew older, had no successors, or the inheritors found another way out, and there are very few left today.

Some universities also have specialized ancient book restoration majors to cultivate targeted technical talents for the country. However, due to the high professional ability requirements and the need for a bachelor's degree or above, this major is far inferior to other majors in terms of popularity and enrollment. .

Generally, the restoration of ancient books starts with removing the pages, marking the pages, and removing contamination.

The task that Tang Qinqin and others are currently working on is "demolition" in capital letters.

After the senior brother gave a demonstration, everyone carefully began to disassemble and assemble the ancient books in their hands.

Of course, the "ancient books" they have in their hands at this time are modern books that have been processed in old ways and have various problems, and are wholesaled in stacks from small stalls.

After all, ancient books are rare and extremely precious, and a little carelessness may cause irreparable regrets, but using these books to "practice" for novices, at least everyone will not feel distressed.

Just like when Tang Qinqin practiced acupuncture and moxibustion, he first used the little bronze figurines on the acupoints, and later he practiced on himself, until his ability was recognized by the industry before allowing him to perform acupuncture on others.

When I saw my senior brother operating it, I thought it was easy. Once I started using it, I knew what my eyes could do but my brain couldn't.

Fortunately, as someone who has been there, the senior brother understands their current predicament and comes over from time to time to check on their problems and give them corrections.

(End of this chapter)