Era: Starting from Modu Translation Studio

This Yang Renkai, try your best to encounter some bizarre things, Huang Yongyu patted Jiang Shan's arm:

When we go to the countryside, it's just a pure trip to the countryside, but he is just like you. You can still meet masters when you go to the countryside.

I... can't count that! Jiang Shan could only chuckle.

Why doesn't it count? Huang Yongyu thought: It is said that when you are in trouble, you will meet an expert and you will find treasures when you get lost. Anyway, I didn't encounter them when I was in trouble.

Heh, hum~

Jiang Shan and Shao Bolin snorted at the same time.

What you met is an expert, Huang Yongyu said as if he hadn't heard anything. Old Yang met a treasure.

Lao Yang really picked up the treasure?

What kind of baby is it?

Do you all know Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio? Huang Yongyu asked and answered: When Yang Renkai went to the countryside, he actually found two volumes of the manuscript of Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio. Do you think it's strange?

Pu Songling himself?

Absolutely, otherwise it wouldn't be much of a treasure.

That's not easy.

where?

Liao Bo, I found it at their place.

No wonder...

Teacher, the classmate outside the window reminded him: You haven't said yet, what exactly is that packet of scraps of paper?

Oh, right, Huang Yongyu just remembered this:

At that time, Lao Yang reached into the sack and took out a piece of shredded paper. After careful identification, it turned out to be a scrap of the Qing Palace Seal, and he quickly grabbed another handful... This time, he directly reported one person's name.

who?

Mi Fu (fu), Huang Yongyu was afraid that students would not understand, so he added: All the great calligraphers in the Northern Song Dynasty, including Song Huizong, were learning his calligraphy.

It's a pity, Wu Xiaobang shook his head after hearing this: It's broken into pieces like this.

It's very rare even if it's broken, Huang Yongyu said: After flipping through a few more cards, the young man on the side couldn't wait any longer, so Lao Yang asked the big man to give him the money first.

one thousand?

No, otherwise they wouldn't agree. After clearing the money and goods, Lao Yang asked for the boy's home address, but no one told him. He could only ask him to deliver these things to him if he had any more.

I definitely don't dare to say it. Cao Yu concluded.

After that, Lao Yang worked hard all afternoon, getting more and more excited as he worked hard, and even called his old friend Zhang Heng over to help.

Zhang Heng is the one who is most obsessed with Mi Fu.

The two people worked excitedly for several days, and finally spelled out 37 national treasure-level calligraphy and paintings from this bag of scraps of paper.

Among them, there are special treasures from Su Shi and Chen Bo. Mi Fu's Tiaoxi Poetry is missing only eight characters.

That's not a big profit. Jiang Shan was envious.

It depends on who makes the profit, Huang Yongyu gave Jiang Shan an expression:

Do you know? Until now, the museum has not paid the 1,000 yuan to Rongbaozhai!

Everything was taken away by the museum? Rongbaozhai didn't keep anything at all?

Even the sacks were taken away!

In a room full of veteran cadres, no one had any doubts.

Jiang Shan returned Huang Yongyu's look: It's normal if you think about it carefully.

No, Huang Yongyu said wisely: After liberation, Rongbaozhai has long been a state-owned unit. If it's not the Ba family, who is the Ba family? We should all learn from it.

At the moment when the sunset completely set, several vans drove out of the Dunhuang Research Institute one after another.

Hoo~

Fan Jinshi let out a breath, and Chang Shuhong laughed.

Are you tired? Xiaofan.

I'm not tired, but I just led the experts to visit the Mogao Grottoes murals for a while.

Fan Jinshi didn't really feel tired, but she was suddenly a little nervous when she suddenly had to face so many veteran cadres from Yanjing.

Chang Shuhong nodded: Yes, it is incomparable to our usual workload.

hehe.

Who will take care of your children now? Chang Shuhong turned around and asked, Go back and take a look.

Hey, I'll go back first.

In the dim hut, Peng Xiaomin could not see his mother when he was waiting on the left or right.

He skillfully climbed onto the back chair and stretched out his little hand to pull the light cord.

The dim light immediately cast down, illuminating a pile of candy wrappers on the square table.

Xiao Min picked up one of the transparent candy wrappers and looked at the light bulb again and again.

Soon he laughed happily.

After running back to the dormitory in three steps and two steps, Fan Jinshi smiled: Xiao Min.

Mom, you are finally back,

When five-year-old Peng Xiaomin saw that his mother was back, he quickly opened his little hands to welcome her.

At the beginning, some colleagues would help her look after the children.

As time goes by, that will be the case.

After all, it is not easy.

You can't eat so many fruit candies, Fan Jinshi glanced at the candy wrappers on the table:

Otherwise, if your tooth hurts, there won't be a dentist in Mogao Grottoes.

Oh~ Xiaomin tilted his head on the table and kept staring at his mother and asked, What's delicious in this?

Wait a minute and you'll find out.

Fan Jinshi kept smiling at the child and seemed to be in a good mood.

Boil a pot of water, open a can of malted milk, and crack open a can of fruit.

Tonight, she decided to let her child enjoy the meal.

Scoop two spoonfuls of malted milk into the enamel cup and stir it up.

Watching the milky powder melting in circles in my mother's porcelain jar.

Peng Xiaomin was so happy that his eyes were bent.

My dear fellow, Fan Jinshi looked at her son's smiling face: I'm not going to eat steamed buns today. How about we go back to the meat shop?

Okay. Peng Xiaomin applauded warmly.

Fan Jinshi opened a cookie jar with force and looked at the various shapes of cookies in the iron box.

Fan Jinshi himself swallowed his saliva.

Mom, look,

Xiaomin pointed to Fan Jinshi's bedside. There was an identical cookie jar next to the pillow.

There is no difference other than being a bit older.

That was the iron box Fan Jinshi used to store family photos.

When I looked at it again, I couldn't help but feel a sore nose.

When he turned around with tears in his eyes, his son was smiling happily at him.

Come on, little man,

Fan Jinshi picked up the porcelain jar and poured some malted milk into her son's small cup: Cheers to mom!

Cheers~

The lonely and vast Mogao Grottoes are dark and desolate.

Several cabins with warm yellow lights accompany each other with the stars in the sky.

In one of them, bursts of laughter could be heard from time to time.

If you listen carefully, you can also hear the clanging of iron spoons and glass cans.

…

It's better to live in a guest house, Zhang Lu wiped his hair vigorously with a towel: You can take a hot shower every day.

I didn't expect that the guest house in Dunhuang can also have a bathroom. Jiang Shan was most satisfied with this: The food is quite generous. I'm starving today.

Who is not? Zhang Lu leaned on the sofa and patted his belly: The bumpier the car is, the more hungry I become.

The food here is good, Jiang Shan sat at the desk and looked at a manuscript in front of him: It's quite to my taste. It seems that the Provincial Propaganda Department said hello extra.

Didn't you listen to what Mr. Shen said when we just had dinner?

say what?

The old man said that the food here is better than the Xijiao Hotel in Yanjing.

Oh, I heard this too, Jiang Shan recalled Uncle Huang's envious expression at that time:

I don't know when we can have a meal for cadres in the western suburbs.

I told you it's not as delicious as this, so why bother?

You know nothing, Jiang Shan looked back at Zhang Lu: Are you going there to eat? That's the pattern, it's different!

Okay, okay, Zhang Lu knew what he meant: Let's go in and play if we have a chance.

Jiang Shan smiled and slowly turned around.

In my memory, I have lived in the western suburbs twice.

One of them was particularly impressive.

I was woken up by the phone ringing in the middle of the night, saying that the hotel was about to be cleared and a big shot would be checking in in two hours.

Guests are asked to pack their bags and go to the front desk to check out immediately.

After that, he never stayed in the western suburbs again.

What are you looking at there?

When he first entered the door, Zhang Lu wanted to ask: I haven't seen you move since I went in to take a shower.

Mr. Shen's manuscript, Jiang Shan said without even replying, specializes in the study of ancient costumes.

When I saw you at Mogao Grottoes earlier, you spoke eloquently. Is that something interesting?

That's interesting. You work in a TV station, so you should know something about it.

I'm too lazy to look.

Is this going to be okay? Jiang Shan thought of something: Go and borrow a flashlight, Linghu Mei must be able to do something about it.

okay!

As the door closed, Jiang Shan's eyes fell on Shen Congwen's manuscript again.

This book was not published by a publishing house in Xiangjiang until the following year.

The Cultural Affairs Bureau of the Mainland has long forgotten that Mr. Shen actually wrote this book in accordance with the instructions of the Prime Minister.

In 2019, Jiangshan’s team took over the promotion business of the TV series “Qing Ping Le”.

After watching a few sample episodes, I immediately decided to use the costumes from the drama to shoot a few short videos of high-end custom-made products for the palace.

Once it was released, it really attracted a lot of attention.

It fully launched the miraculous record of TV series becoming popular before they were aired.

The statue of Zhao Kuangyin, Taizu of the Song Dynasty, the emperor always wore red and yellow... interesting.

Judging from the list of experts organized by the Propaganda Department this time, aren't they just dissatisfied with the performance of the musical Silk Road Flowers!

For a moment, Jiang Shan was fascinated.

Until Zhang Lu walked back to the house with a flashlight, he didn't even look back.

From night to morning, the rising morning light just shines on the desk in front of the window.

A breeze blew by and rolled up the two drawing papers on the table.

Shen Congwen was walking in the garden downstairs when he suddenly felt something shaking in front of his eyes.

What was that just now?

Huang Yongyu, who was on the same trail, paused and bent down to pick up one of the pictures.

It’s okay not to look at it, but when he looked at it, he immediately said in surprise: “Cousin, did you draw this?”