Taking Taotao out of his pocket, he remembered that the caliber fragments of the jade pot spring bottle last time were glued with Taotao's tears and the beads of purple bamboo grass. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

It must be that these two types of water contain aura and can restore cultural relics.

Seeing Taotao sitting indifferent on the table, Su Yun knew it best: "A bowl of fish noodle soup".

Taotao really grinned and was about to cry, but suddenly thought of an important question: "It's useless to restore such a national treasure with only my tears."

When the purple bamboo grass was in the fairy world, there were hundreds of drops a day.

But here, as you can see, only after putting it in the porcelain vase, only a drop comes out.

The next drop, I calculate, according to this probability, it may be 5,000 years later."

Taotao pretended to wave its little hooves, and wanted to "pinch its fingers".

Taotao saw the bracelet on Su Yun's wrist and thought of a feasible solution: "You adjust the ability in the bracelet to the purple bamboo grass and try it."

Let's see if it will be a pearl? ”

The jade pot spring vase was placed on a tall table with a mahogany carved orchid mountain, and in the bottle was a plant like a rich bamboo, but it was light purple.

It's much more beautiful than the usual decorative vase.

After this purple bamboo grass was inserted in this spring bottle, it quickly began to diverge its branches and leaves, unlike when I first saw it, it was a withered yellow grass.

Su Yun meditated in his mind, and saw a wisp of gold dot melt out of the bracelet and spread to the purple bamboo grass, which instantly became more vibrant.

Five droplets of water are formed on the leaves.

Su Yun carefully found a small bottle and put the dew in it.

"Just one drop, give me the rest."

Taotao looked greedily at the small glass bottle that Su Yun was holding.

"I'll give you three drops, and I'll keep one for you.

It's a golden dot in exchange."

Tao Tao belly slander, dare not chatter, stingy master.

Afraid of being seen by Su Yun, he hurriedly nodded his head: "The master is the best for me."

When Taotao ate the fish noodle soup, he hugged a small bowl and cried.

Squeeze out two tears.

Su Yun mixed this with the purple bamboo grass Qin Zhu, and mixed it with the water in the jade pot spring bottle with the purple bamboo grass and the water in the fish tank in the courtyard outside.

In Taotao's words, these ordinary waters, soaked in these treasures for a long time, also have much aura than ordinary water.

Holding a small brush, Su Yun evenly applied the water to the silk.

I saw that the silk silks that were almost about to break, if they were brushed by water, they would definitely not be able to withstand the wet and dry wind, and they would have to become broken threads.

However, the silk slowly became tighter, and then began to unfold slowly.

Su Yun spread the silk silk flat, about the size of a tablecloth.

It's just that this silk is as thin as a cicada's wings, and some of the original ones are glued together and can't be separated, so it doesn't look obvious.

Now that it's completely flattened, it's become so big.

The painting on it is still not clear, and you can vaguely see that it seems to be some kind of action figures.

Su Yun brushed some silk with a brush again.

The bowl has run out of water.

In order to keep the aura relatively strong, there is not much water mixed with it.

Now the pictures on the silk are clear, and the silk has become tighter.

The whole silk is as thin as if there is nothing in the hand, thinner than the national first-class cultural relics found in the Han tomb, as thin as the cicada's wings.

The country of plain yarn Zen clothes once made the Shanghai Yazi Textile Factory and the Beijing Weaver Girl Chuan and other large textile factories copy, can not complete and surpass this ancient textile technology, experts say that the silk cocoons used in it have become extinct.

It is no longer possible to make silk fabrics that are so thin and smooth.

And this silk book is just this silk, which is very valuable for research.

Not to mention the picture above.

Su Yun looked at it for a while and secretly thought, if she is not mistaken, this should be the prototype of Hua Tuo's Five Fowl Opera, the lost "Guide Map" in the Han tomb.

Just this picture, the value will make all the big countries rush to it.

Thinking of the identity of the old man, the people who participated in the collection of exhibits must have been leaders who worked hard for the country.

Then this picture is known to them, and it can be regarded as a good use, most of those old people work hard, and their health is not as good as before.

Their health is also a blessing for the country.

I don't know that Old Man Tang took this picture to ask for a lot of benefits for her.

The next day, Su Yun put the picture into the special painting scroll box.

The collection meeting that Old Man Tang said was actually the boredom of their old friends in Yuquan Mountain.

Organize a small cultural exchange meeting (Douse) of collections to learn from each other (each other), discuss with each other (Mutual Learning), and deepen academic exchanges with each other (or Mutual Learning).

Although the Tibetans are all amateurs, the referees invited are all national-level, and even former researchers from the National Palace Museum like He Lao are not qualified to accept the invitation.

In the past, Old Man Tang hated this collection conference the most, because every time he would be given a good time by his old friends.

This time, I got up early in the morning, and I was refreshed to go to the Banana Pavilion on Miaoyan Lake where the collection conference was held.

Wang Qiuping chased out of the yard: "The old man doesn't eat breakfast anymore!" ”

"If I don't eat it, I'm going to show them my granddaughter's painting of honoring me."

Wang Qiuping walked strangely towards the courtyard: "Aren't Meizi and Xiaoju both out of town, when did they come back?"

This old man is crazy again, and he does this every time he holds a collection meeting. ”

Tang Yimei, the eldest lady of the Tang family, and Tang Yiju, the third lady, are both names given by Wang Qiuping, and they are the two granddaughters of the eldest son Tang Guorong's family.

Originally, it was called Tang Meixiang and Tang Juxiang, but in the end, Wang Qiuping had to compromise with Tang Chujian and add the generations of the Tang family.

Wang Qiuping was at odds with the old man Tang for a period of time for this, scolding him for being an old feudal remnant, and he had to talk about the rules of the old emperor's calendar before he named him, and he had to add seniority.

The name of the grandson is up to him, and the name of the granddaughter can't be decided by her.

In the end, he still didn't twist Old Man Tang, and Wang Qiuping regretted it for a long time.

Plum fragrance, chrysanthemum fragrance, many simple and amiable names, as soon as you hear it, you are the daughter of the people.

Living with Tang Chujian, a person with remnants of feudal thoughts, is full of contradictions.

If it weren't for the old chief's matchmaking, seeing that he was also a person who had made a lot of achievements in large and small wars, and had done a lot of contributions for the people, he would not have looked down on that bad old man.

Because she is the granddaughter who took her own name, looking at the obedient granddaughters of other people's families, Wang Qiuping was also looking forward to the growth of the two granddaughters.

I don't know if it's the genes of the Tang family, the two granddaughters are a little far from her expectations when they grow up.

But fortunately, it is not a delicate and soft flower, and it is also a wind and frost tree.

With the demeanor of her youth, Wang Qiuping was satisfied again.

Thinking of this, Wang Qiuping thought that her granddaughter hadn't called for a week.

Hurry into the house and make a phone call. (To be continued.) )