"How's it going, is there any salvation?"

In the Nanjiang Landscape Museum, a group of experts shook their heads and sighed around a roll of bamboo slips with a magnifying glass.

Shen Meng, who was slim, raised his eyebrows next to him and asked, "Let me ask you if this bamboo slip can still be saved?"

Huang Yishi, a visiting expert at the museum, said with a wry smile, "Miss, this bamboo slip is not an antique calligraphy and painting, but it can be repaired and copied." This Jane is a volume of 35 pieces, and now 2 pieces are missing, how can this be repaired. ”

"Yes, Miss, it's like missing two paragraphs in an article. No matter how powerful a person is, it is impossible to guess verbatim what is written in the missing two paragraphs. ”

Hearing the grievances of these so-called experts, Shen Meng bit his red lip and said in a deep voice, "I don't care how difficult it is to repair this bamboo slip. In a week's time, it will be the International Antiques Exchange Conference, and this bamboo slip must be rescued in a hurry!"

Shen Meng's words made a group of experts feel angry. The restoration of cultural relics has never been a job of whatever you say, not to mention that these experts also have a bit of a literati temperament, and it is already very polite to turn your face with Shen Meng now.

Seeing that the faces of the colleagues were not very good-looking, Huang Yishi thought for a while and said, "Miss, we really can't fix this bamboo slip." But if the eldest lady is willing to gamble, why don't I take you to Sun Hancheng. ”

"Sun Hancheng?"

Seeing Shen Meng's puzzled face, Huang Yishi hurriedly explained, "Miss, you just came back from abroad and don't know that this Sun Hancheng is a well-known restoration craftsman in the Nanjiang antique circle in recent years. It is said that all the cultural relics that have been in his hands, whether true or false, can reach the point of being as perfect as the original after restoration. ”

"Lao Huang, you're exaggerating. Zhao Luhai, who was dressed in a black coat, said lightly with his hands in his hands, "Then Sun Hancheng is a writer and ink craftsman, where can he talk about anything seamless." Not to mention that the things sent to him are real and fake, just this kind of cold teeth, you can rest assured to bring the bamboo slips over, I don't want to. ”

"Lao Zhao, you ......"

"Alright!" Shen Meng interrupted the quarrel between the two with a scold, and pondered.

This Miyang bamboo slip is the treasure of the landscape museum, if it weren't for this embarrassing situation, Shen Meng would not be willing to hand it over to Sun Hancheng like this.

Greed, lack of skill, and private work are all common problems of those so-called folk masters, if this bamboo slip has a mistake in the hands of Sun Hancheng......

After a while, Shen Meng finally made up his mind and said, "Okay, I believe Uncle Huang, let's go to find that Sun Hancheng now!"

Four Seasons Street in the east of Nanjiang City, here is the famous Baishi Hutong area. Most of the courtyards in this alley area are courtyards, and only when you go deeper, you will see a few relatively old tube buildings, and there is an old man sitting at the entrance of the community who shakes a fan to enjoy the shade.

"Uncle Huang, the Sun Hancheng you said lives in this kind of place?"

Getting off the Mercedes-Benz, Shen Meng subconsciously frowned.

She had never been to such a dirty and messy area, and the mottled alleys near the tube building seemed to Shen Meng not only poetic, but disgusting.

At the same time, she is also very strange, this person who plays literature and antiques is mixed up, but anyone who has some ability is not the owner with a ticket in his pocket. Is Sun Hancheng, who lives here, really reliable?

Huang Yishi explained beside him, "It is said that this Sun Hancheng has a strange temper, and he lives in this kind of place and tosses the guests who come to the door every day. Later, if he says anything offensive to the eldest lady, you can bear with it. ”

Shen Meng glanced at the black box carried by the bodyguard, and snorted coldly, "No matter how strange it is, can you still get along with money?" Let's go, let's go meet this Sun Hancheng. ”

The group walked into the courtyard with their legs outstretched, and as soon as they looked up, they saw a bunch of people sitting under the mulberry tree waiting outside. Among these people, there are those with flower shirts and gold chains, there are also those in suits and leather shoes and gold-wire glasses, and even old peasants with hoes and baskets.

Huang Yishi leaned in and went to find someone and asked, "Excuse me, does Sun Hancheng live here?"

The old farmer who was inquired about suddenly became vigilant, he looked at Huang Yishi and said, "Why are you also here to find Mr. Sun's palm?"

"It's not a palm, it's a fix for us. ”

"Oh, the running order is right? The back is in line, and the running order has to be said to be first-come, first-served. ”

Huang Yishi roughly counted the people sitting under the mulberry tree, and there were more than twenty of them. If you have to wait in line slowly, won't you wait until tomorrow?

Huang Yishi looked at the old farmer sitting in the front again, and it was likely that he would be next. So Huang Yishi took out more than 1,000 from his wallet and handed it over and said, "Old man, we are in a hurry." Do you want to give us this position?"

In Huang Yishi's opinion, more than 1,000 yuan to buy a position, this old farmer has no reason not to do it.

Who knew that the old farmer glanced at Huang Yishi and said with disdain, "Where did you get the pickled goods, take such a little money to spicy Lao Tzu's eyes." You think you're going to have a lot of money here?"

The old peasant lifted the green canvas covering his back, and it was filled with a pile of red money!

Under the contemptuous gaze of the old farmer and a group of big bosses, Huang Yishi retreated to Shen Meng's side in embarrassment.

Before Huang Yishi could speak, a fat man ran down from the upstairs with a box in his arms, learning to bark as he ran. Those who don't know may think that this fat man is crazy, but the old farmer and they all cast envious eyes at the fat boss, and this dead fat man must have picked up a big bargain needless to say.

Sun Hancheng, who was dressed in a gray long coat, wiped his hands with a white towel, walked out of the room, stood in the corridor and looked downstairs.

The old farmer picked up the basket and was about to stand up, Sun Hancheng nodded at Shen Meng and said, "Come up, the others are scattered, and they won't take orders today." ”

After Sun Hancheng finished speaking, he turned around and entered the house, Shen Meng smiled confidently, no matter how powerful Sun Hancheng is, he is still a man after all. As long as he's interesting to himself, that's easy.

took Huang Yishi all the way to the third floor, and as soon as he entered the house, Shen Meng was smoked by the smell of Chinese medicine and made his head a little dizzy.

Sun Hancheng sat in front of a ** table, closed his eyes and recuperated, nodded on the table with his right index finger and said, "Put things up, I'll look at it first, and then you make a request." ”

Shen Meng gave Huang Yishi a look, and Huang Yishi immediately put the bamboo slips wrapped in red silk cloth on the table.

As the saying goes, "wet for thousands of years and dry for 10,000 years, not dry or wet for half a year", this sentence is to say that the preservation of bamboo slips pays special attention to dehydration and dry preservation, especially in cities with high air humidity like Nanjiang, and it is not easy to take out bamboo slips to see the light.

I saw that Sun Hancheng didn't open the red silk, just touched it lightly with his right hand, and his closed eyes opened.

"Qin and Han bamboo slips, the bamboo spacing is not more than half an inch, and the simplified body is slender and square, in order to show the majesty of the royal road. Sun Hancheng raised his head and looked at Shen Meng and said, "You brought such a valuable thing to me, what you asked for is not small, right?"

Huang Yishi was shocked that Sun Hancheng could guess the year of the bamboo slip without opening the red silk, but Shen Meng said disapprerovingly, "How do you know that it is the Qin Han bamboo slip, so confident?"

Sun Hancheng chuckled and said, "On December 26, 1975, a series of 'happy' bamboo slips were unearthed in Yunmeng, Hubei. There are a total of 1,155 bamboo slips in these bamboo slips, which record in detail the legal system, administrative documents, astronomical customs and other contents of the Qin period. I was fortunate enough to help make a set of exhibit simulations last year. ”

Yun Meng's Sleeping Tiger Land Qin Jian's great name Shen Meng naturally knew. This set of bamboo slips is still soaked in water when it was discovered, so it is quite well preserved, and its historical research value can be called a national treasure.

But to say that Sun Hancheng helped make a set of simulated products for exhibition, Shen Meng doesn't believe it.

The Sun Hancheng in front of him is only in his early twenties, with a delicate face and looks like a college student, but he dresses and speaks in a tone like an old man who has experienced vicissitudes.

This kind of person has seen too much in his dreams, just to be unconventional and pretend to be mature, but in fact, he doesn't necessarily have any real skills in his hands.

"This red silk is wrapped in Miyang bamboo slips, although the value of the literature is not as good as the sleeping tiger, but the age is indeed the Qin and Han dynasties. Two pieces of this bamboo slip are missing, can you take this order?"

The general repair of bamboo slips is actually about cleaning and dehydration.

Because most of Qin Jian is a wooden structure, the bamboo is soaked in a special solution after cleaning to prevent Qin Jian from mildew and moth. After the cleaning is completed, Qin Jian can be dehydrated and decolorized.

Decolorization can restore the original color of the bamboo slips, so that the content on the bamboo slips can be more clearly revealed. Dehydration allows bamboo slips to last longer.

So when Sun Hancheng heard Shen Meng say that he had lost 2 pieces and asked for repair, he subconsciously refused the list.

But when he saw Shen Meng's contemptuous eyes looking at him, Sun Hancheng raised his sword finger and picked up the red silk, glanced at the content on the bamboo slip, and said lightly, "I can take this order, but I have the conditions." ”

"You say how much it costs. ”

"I don't want money. Sun Hancheng looked at Shen Meng with burning eyes and said, "As long as I fix the bamboo slips, how about you be my girlfriend for a month?"

"What are you talking about!" Shen Meng's face flushed with anger, she was the eldest lady of the Shen family, and she was the girlfriend of this stinky boy?

Sun Hancheng plucked his ears and said, "Don't get me wrong, I'm not interested in you personally." It's just that I'm going to go home in a month, and my master wants me to bring a girlfriend back, and you're just taking over for a while. ”

Damn, temporary replacement!

Shen Meng felt that his lungs were about to explode, but glancing at the bamboo slips on the table, Shen Meng gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I promise you." But if you can't fix this bamboo slip, I promise that you won't be able to mix it up in Nanjiang City again!"

Sun Hancheng turned a deaf ear to Shen Meng's threat, and he raised three fingers and said, "Take it in three days." ”

Seeing Shen Meng and Huang Yishi leave, Sun Hancheng looked at the bamboo slips on the table and was silent.

The reason why Sun Hancheng was able to know the origin of the bamboo slips by touching them was not really that he had reached the realm of touching the source of things. Instead, this bamboo slip was originally made by himself two years ago.

Sun Hancheng has always had a habit of leaving a unique mark on any fakes made by himself, which ordinary people can't notice. This mark often does not need to be seen with the naked eye, but is touched by the hand to detect the abnormality.

He had made the bamboo slip for a cultural relics dealer two years earlier, and he wanted to use it as bait to see which overseas museum or collector it would end up with. As a result, I didn't expect it to be Shen Meng who brought the bamboo slips back in this form.

In other words, someone in the Shanshui Museum buys artifacts on the black market?

Sun Hancheng's mind came up with the appearance of an honest old farmer with yellow teeth, or could it be that the cultural relics dealer deceived Shen Meng and made a quick buck from her?

Sun Hancheng sighed, put the bamboo slips into the drawer, got up and left the room, and rode an electric car to the library.