The county cultural center is located in a two-hall courtyard on Dongguan Street. This yard looks at least two or three hundred years old, because the street is narrow, our car can't drive in, Xiao Duan and I inquired and searched, and it took a lot of effort to walk all the way to find it.

Before I even entered the courtyard, I noticed the difference in this courtyard. The courtyard wall of this courtyard is already high, and there is a power grid more than half a meter high on the top of the courtyard of nearly three meters. The power grid is not the kind of prison, detention center that is horizontal and vertical, with voltage regulators, with lightning rods of professional equipment, wires of different thicknesses, copper wires and wires, the practice is like a farmer's fence method, big holes and small eyes, extremely unsightly, people wonder whether there is really a current through, it is estimated that it only plays a deterrent role.

Xiao Duan obviously realized this abnormality, and asked me quietly: "Uncle Chang, why is there still a power grid on the wall of this museum of literature and history?

I couldn't answer for a while, so I could only buckle the palm-sized brass head on the courtyard door.

The door was opened by a man in his sixties, with a thin face, glasses, and a gray and white beard more than three inches long. He was wearing a navy blue tunic suit, although some of them were washed white, but every button was buttoned in a regular manner, and there was a fountain pen in the upper left pocket, which seemed to be the standard dress of cadres more than ten years ago. I was surprised, this old man was dressed so formally, could it be that the Cao team had already notified the county government that we were coming over?

But the way he looked him up and down, he clearly showed that he didn't know anything about us.

Xiao Duan hurriedly took out his documents and handed them over, briefly explaining our intentions, I thought that the old man would welcome us into the courtyard, but he never thought that he would take the documents and said, "You wait at the door." Then he turned and went into the courtyard and closed the door.

Xiao Duan estimated that the police force had never encountered such a situation for so many years, and muttered in his mouth, "Is this still a government agency? Why do you work behind closed doors all day?"

I grabbed Xiao Duan, "Xiao Duan, we're not in a hurry, just wait a minute, what's the anger with the old gentleman?"

But this wait was almost half an hour, and Xiao Duan wanted to go up and slam the door several times, but I stopped him. The two of us were smoking and chatting on the stone pier next to the door.

After another ten minutes, the courtyard door finally opened, and the old man walked out, but introduced himself to us first, "I am Qi Huairen, the director of the county cultural center, I have waited for a long time, I must verify the identities of the two, please understand." He turned over and invited us into the hospital.

Xiao Duan finally couldn't hold back his anger and said, "Your security requirements here have caught up with our bureau compound, is it necessary for the Museum of Culture and History?"

The old man didn't think it was any stranger, but he didn't hear it, so he simply walked to the front and led us into the courtyard.

Entering the courtyard, Xiao Duan and I were stunned.

This courtyard must have been the private residence of a wealthy merchant in the past, bypassing the shadow wall, the main courtyard is more than 200 square meters, but we don't feel spacious at all, because the courtyard is full of things, high and low, the high foot is more than two meters high, and the short one is also level with the shoulders, but all covered with a rainproof cloth, and we can't see what is inside.

After entering the hospital, it is almost like entering a labyrinth, although you can see the main house and the wing room not far away, but to walk through, you must slowly detour through the winding path in these accumulations.

Curious, I opened the corner of the rainproof cloth beside me, and inside seemed to be neatly stacked wooden doors and windows, and the wooden windows piled on top looked old and damaged, but I could still see the intricate carving process and exquisite ornamentation. The dust on it is very thick, and it should have been piled up for a long time.

I suddenly realized and asked: "Director Qi, you installed a power grid on the wall of the courtyard, and the door is usually closed, in order to protect these old doors and windows?"

Curator Qi turned around and smiled at me, "This must be Mr. Chang, I just called your bureau, you are right, there are 1,395 old doors and windows in this courtyard, as well as 320 pieces of old furniture, 175 horse tie stakes, 47 stone tablets, and 160 stone and wood carvings. There are more in the backyard than in the front yard, which are all treasures left to us by Guangling for thousands of years. ”

Listening to Director Qi's accurate completion of these figures, my heart was extremely shocked, although the protection of cultural relics in the jurisdiction is one of the main responsibilities of the Museum of Culture and History, but it is really unheard of to be able to do such a thing as Director Qi.

"Let the two comrades laugh, I also know that working behind closed doors is against organizational discipline, but there is really no way. In the past two years, a large number of cultural relics dealers have come to Guangling County, we have many old buildings in the Ming and Qing dynasties, they will collect things from door to door, and then collect them during the day and steal them at night, lawless, the police force in the county is limited, they can't catch it, and they have to let it go after a few days. In addition, in recent years, the county has begun to engage in municipal construction, the old houses have been demolished a lot, and more things have been destroyed, there is no way, our museum of culture and history is just such a yard, there are too many things rescued back, and they can't be installed, so they can only be piled up in the courtyard, in order to prevent those cultural relics dealers, they have to pull on the power grid. It makes me old, and it's like squatting in prison all day long. ”

Curator Qi was talking, when suddenly there was a sound of a bicycle riding at the door, and then the car seemed to be leaning against the wall, and a fat man in his forties trotted into the courtyard gate.

The man who came in was sweaty, weighed at least two hundred pounds but was less than one meter seven. As he ran inside, he wiped the sweat from his forehead.

Seeing a few of us, he stretched out his hand with a smile, "I am Xue Caigui, director of the office of the county party committee, Lao Qi, you are also an old comrade, why don't the central leaders contact our county party committee office, we will make mistakes if we don't entertain us well." ”

After shaking hands with me warmly, I probably understood in my heart that Director Qi must have just called the county government and the criminal police brigade to verify our identities, so that the county government would know that someone from Beijing had come.

Director Qi glanced at Xue Caigui, "Director Xue has always been a noble person who forgets things, why did he think of me today?"

Director Xue also ignored Director Qi, and insisted on pulling me to say that I was going to the county party committee guest house, settle down first, have a meal, and then continue to work.

I don't have a good impression of people like Director Xue, but it's not good to let him not get off the stage as soon as we meet, discuss a few words, and agree that Director Xue will pick us up at six o'clock in the evening and have dinner together, so he is satisfied and ready to leave.

While I was talking to Director Xue, Curator Qi had already disappeared into the jungle of towering rainproof cloths with a small section. Director Xue saw that Curator Qi was far away, and whispered in my ear, "Lao Chang, Curator Qi has a bit of a strange temper, his only son was killed by a cultural relics dealer a few years ago, and his wife was also ill because of this two years ago, and he died, if he has anything uncooperative, you call me, and we will do his work." ”

"How could Curator Qi's son let the cultural relics dealer be killed?" I asked curiously.

"The old Qi family is in our Guangling, which is a scholarly family, and his son must return to his hometown to make contributions after graduating from the normal school, so he was assigned to teach in the county middle school. Lao Qi's cultural center has a total of five people, one occupies a position and prepares for the graduate examination, and basically does not show up in the museum, and two are relatives arranged by the city leaders, who are just named and do not come to work. The last one, who is two years older than Director Qi, is approaching retirement age, and has diabetes, so he can't help much. ”

So in the entire Museum of Culture and History, only Lao Qi was left to work alone, and after Lao Qi's son came back, he used his spare time to help do some work.

Curator Qi is a bit of a tendon, and he is working against the cultural relics dealers, with him, the cultural relics dealers don't say stealing, even if they take the money and collect it in the town, Lao Qi can make peace with him. His son, like him, can be regarded as offending the antiquities dealers, alas, his son was only twenty-five years old when he died, and the case has not been solved yet, but the people of Guangling know that it must have been done by those antiquities dealers, and they did not run away. ”

After dealing with Director Xue, my heart was a little heavy, and when I entered Director Qi's office, I understood that what he said before was not bad at all. There was hardly a place to put your feet in the room, and it was full of bookcases, filing cabinets, and iron filing cabinets of various sizes. It seems that Curator Qi has collected them from different government agencies in the past ten years.

Curator Qi ignored me, holding a note in one hand and a flashlight in the other, and went into the depths of the bookcase. When Xiao Duan saw me come in, he handed me a file bag in his hand and whispered, "This is some of the archival materials that the Japanese closed the mine back then, it is estimated that the Japanese were in a hurry after surrendering, and they did not have time to destroy it, but most of them are in Japanese, only a small part is in Chinese, it seems that you have to send a copy to the bureau and find someone to translate it." But this Qi curator is really amazing, I just told him that we are looking for some archival information about the Chengjialing Mine, he turned around twice in the middle of the bookcase, and has found a dozen, he is now going to look through the county chronicles, Director Qi has the impression that the county chronicles seem to record some useful things, and he also wants to find a book written by a Qing Dynasty Daizhou Juren, as if there are also records about the Chengjialing Mine. ”

"This is called being good at diligence, Lao Qi Chengtian deals with these literary and historical archives all day long, and the information is collected and sorted out by him, but at his age, and such a memory, it is very remarkable. I took the yellowed dossier in Xiao Duan's hand and flipped through it.

(The World-Honored One, with the Immeasurable Gate, once said that all aggregates are self-phases, birth phases, and extinction phases, and they are eternally omniscient; for example, all aggregates, all places, dependent origins, and all foods are also known.) With the immeasurable gate he once said that all the truths are self-aspect, omniscient, eternal, testifying, and practiced, with the immeasurable gate he said that all the worlds are self-aspect, all worlds, non-one-realms, eternity, and omniscience, and with the immeasurable gate, he said that he dwells in all self-aspects, can be cured, and practices are practiced, and he is born before he is born, and he does not forget to be firmly established after birth, and he multiplies and grows greatly. --"Explaining the Profound Secret Sutra")