Goldfinger is a bit strange

The door to Room C90 of the British Museum's warehouse was slowly opened.

Although the warehouse was fully equipped with various facilities and was well ventilated and moisture-proof, Liu Qingshan and the others still felt a musty smell coming towards their faces.

There are too many cultural relics in the museum, and the maintenance cost is limited, so it cannot cover everything.

This storage room doesn't have those vertical display cabinets, just a few rows of simple shelves.

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

Fatty Jin kept smacking his lips, and the fat on his face was trembling. It felt really painful to see him.

"Prodigal thing, I..." Mr. Bai even scolded him directly.

Fortunately, these foreigners don’t understand either.

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

So everyone put on gloves and began to sort out the old papers, and the smell in the room became even worse. The deputy director and administrator who accompanied them simply moved two chairs and sat in the corridor outside the door. Anyway, when they went out , all must be strictly inspected, and there is no need to worry about bringing in private goods.

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

Liu Qingshan and Li Tiewei couldn't help them, so they could only do some auxiliary work. During the process of sorting out, sighs and curses were heard from time to time.

Many of the papers were in tatters, with big holes and small holes in them.

Some of the materials were silk, and they were all broken into several pieces.

This also greatly slows down the cleaning process, because everyone is not just selecting, but sorting everything out. Before you know it, the whole morning has passed, and not even one tenth of the items in the house have been completed.

"Mr. Mountain, it's time to get off work." Deputy Director Johansson came in to remind him. Then he saw the situation in the storage room and couldn't help but tsk a few times: "Oh, gentlemen, your work is too meticulous!"

Liu Qingshan then looked at the time: "Let's finish the work first and continue in the afternoon."

Everyone reluctantly put down what they were doing and filed out. After passing the security check, they cleaned up and went out to dine.

After all, it was a cooperative relationship, and the lunch was 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 labor fees?"

Liu Qingshan pointed at Mr. Bai and smiled and said: "Let me introduce, this old gentleman is an expert in restoring ancient books. Many of the ancient books in your library need to be restored."

Johansson really nodded: "We really need the help of experts in this field, just like the precious volume of female history's admonitions, which was damaged because we didn't understand the mounting and restoration of Chinese calligraphy and painting.

Vera translated for Mr. Bai, and the old man immediately stared: "Ask me to work hard for them, no way, as soon as I see these things, I get angry!"

Liu Qingshan smiled and explained: "Second Master, you can't just watch these precious ancient books completely damaged, right?"

Of course Mr. Bai also understands the reason, but asking him to work here is really a kind of torture.

At this time, Zhang Chunyu interjected: "Master, I won't let you stay. Qingshan is right. No matter who these ancient books and documents belong to now, they are the treasures of our China and need to be rescued."

"Okay, then we will divide the work. You can sort it out here, and I will repair the ones I brought back."

Mr. Bai also nodded. If you didn't know, out of sight is out of mind; now I know that if you don't do anything, you may not be able to sleep at night.

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

Neither Liu Qingshan nor Zhang Chunyu wants to pay for these labor fees. The main reason is that they are unwilling to do so. It is better than nothing.

In the afternoon, everyone continued to fight.

According to Johansson, there are more than a dozen deputy curators in a storage room like this, and they cannot always be here to accompany them. In the afternoon, they go off to work on their own, leaving only one administrator responsible for assisting. Of course, the main thing is supervision.

"Brother Qingshan, I found the treasure." Fatty Jin approached Liu Qingshan with a sly look and whispered.

There is no need to act like thieves, we can choose freely and the other party agrees.

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

"It's important to be on guard against others." Fatty Jin pointed at a broken book on the workbench and said, "Look, the Song version of the book should be the Shu version, which was carved and printed in a bookshop in Meishan, Sichuan Province. "

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

But look at the thin booklet in front of you. It's really dilapidated.

The pages of the book are like smoke, the writing on them is mottled, and there are many broken places.

"It's okay. Go back and ask the second master to repair it and make sure it looks antique." Fatty Jin felt like he had found a treasure. Continue to tidy up carefully.

It's true, I found a lot of treasures during this day.

The most precious one is probably a broken gift. According to Mr. Bai and Fatty Jin's appraisal, it should be Su Shi's family letter, written to his younger brother Su Che.

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

Just this one note is enough to keep everyone happy for a month.

This is because foreigners can only have a partial understanding of the profound Chinese culture and regard this notebook as an ordinary item, so Liu Qingshan and his team can find a big bargain.

Everyone is more motivated and works hard for three days. It is only a preliminary arrangement to sort out the items in this collection room. As for the subsequent repairs, it is a delicate work and takes time.

Mr. Bai’s visa is only one month, which is not enough.

The museum obviously saw that this group of people are really helping, 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 his team have also cleaned up three storage rooms and tens of thousands of pages.

Among them, they also selected hundreds of pages, which they are going to take back.

These have been handed over to the museum and taken back to the hotel. Li Tie is responsible for taking care of them. They are overloaded every day, and everyone is very tired. Even Fatty Jin has obviously lost weight. This is a good way to lose weight.

"Second Master, you can take a rest in the hotel today."

Liu Qingshan also felt distressed, especially for Second Master Bai.

At his age, he was consuming a lot of energy every day. He was really afraid that the old man could not hold on.

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

After that, he took out a pack of painkillers from his pocket, picked out two and threw them into his mouth.

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

Liu Qingshan also followed in the busy work. Seeing a large pile of scattered papers in a large box under the shelf, he took out the box and carefully flipped through it.

As he flipped through it, Liu Qingshan's eyes lit up: silk!

These days, Liu Qingshan has made some progress by following Second Master Bai and others.

He knows that silk paintings and calligraphy are generally older and may be more valuable.

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

This is an ancient horizontal painting, with severe cracks. There is no color on the picture, and the content on the painting is also blurred. You can only see a large group of people.

"It looks very ancient." Fatty Jin also widened his eyes, holding a magnifying glass and began to search the painting.

He mainly looked for seals or inscriptions, which are the most obvious clues.

There are a few seals, but they are also blurred.

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

Because the damage is too serious, Fatty Quan can't tell for sure, so he asked Yi Ye to come and check it together. He felt that this painting is very unusual. Don't ask why, it's based on the intuition of an appraiser.

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

Liu Qingshan made a prompt decision: "Collect it."

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

Mr. 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. He can even roughly restore the restored image through these broken and blurred appearances in front of him.

After a careful inspection, Mr. Bai's voice suddenly became excited:

"These characters should be painted immortals. Judging from the posture of the belt, it has a bit of the flavor of Wu Dai Dang Feng."

Others were also stunned when they heard it.

Even an outsider like Liu Qingshan knows what Wu Dai Dang Feng means.

That was when the Tang Dynasty master Wu Daozi painted the characters. The characters in the painting had fluttering belts, as if blown by the wind, elegant and graceful, so it was called Wu Dai Dang Feng.

If it is really the work of the painting saint, then their hard work these days is worth it.

It is worth it to say that it is hard work for half a month, even if it is half a year or even half a lifetime! wAp.

Liu Qingshan also suppressed his excitement: "Second Master, can you repair it?"

Second Master nodded: "If it is really hand-painted by the painting saint, even if I peel off my skin and stick it on it, I am willing.'

"Keep it first, and wait until we return to China and repair it." Liu Qingshan saw that their actions had attracted the attention of the administrator outside the door, so he gently waved his hand and signaled everyone to disperse first.

And Second Master Bai carefully put away the silk painting.

The old man did a job in the past, which was to help a Chinese painting master named Xu to repair the original painting of the painting saint he bought. The painting was called the Eighty-one Immortals.

Things that have been repaired by hand are of course deeply understood. Second Master Bai has a feeling: this piece of work in front of him is very likely to be equivalent to that one.

March, early spring.

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The gloomy sky The sky was gray and black, revealing a heavy depression, as if someone had splashed ink on rice paper, and the ink soaked the sky and smudged the clouds.

The clouds overlapped and blended with each other, diffusing crimson lightning, accompanied by rumbling thunder.

It was like the roar of gods, echoing in the world.

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The earth was hazy, and there was a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim red blood rain.

The city was in ruins, everything was withered, collapsed houses could be seen everywhere, and blue-black corpses and pieces of meat were like broken autumn leaves, withering silently.

The streets that used to be bustling are now bleak.

The sandy road that was once crowded with people is now no longer noisy.

Only blood mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper remains, which is indistinguishable and shocking.

Not far away, a broken carriage is stuck in the mud, full of sadness, with only an abandoned rabbit doll hanging on the shaft, swaying in the wind.

The white fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of eerie weirdness.

The turbid eyes seem to have some resentment, looking at the mottled stones in front of them alone.

There, a figure is lying.

This is a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, with tattered clothes, full of dirt, and a broken leather bag tied around his waist.

The boy squinted his eyes and did not move. The biting cold penetrated his shabby coat from all directions, swept his whole body, and gradually took away his body temperature.

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Following his gaze, a skinny vulture was gnawing on the rotten corpse of a wild dog about 70 feet away from him, and occasionally vigilantly observed the surroundings.

It seemed that in this dangerous ruin, it would instantly take off at the slightest movement.

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