After half an afternoon, Ju An finished dinner, sent the bean grass back to the stable, and then took a sweat pad and saddle from the stable and put it into the space, and waited for the night to ride the naughty bag around the space twice, and then it was considered to be exercised.

Everything is done, take Teddy and Wu Song into the space for the night, and put a saddle on the back of the naughty bag, ride on it and run a circle, the speed is indeed much faster than the bean grass, although the calves are thinner than the bean grass, but it can't stop the frequency of people is fast, and it has been riding until the naughty bag sweats, Ju An got off the horse, took off the saddle, hung it on the fruit tree next to it, and led the naughty bag to the pond, just wanted to take a bath for the naughty bag, who knew that the people themselves went into the pond, and the two front legs kept paddling and playing with the water, As soon as Ju An let go of the reins, the naughty bag slowly walked towards the deep water and began to swim.

As soon as he praised a sensible guy, this ignorant guy came forward, biting a fruit in his mouth, shaking his big ass to watch people swim and follow in, his whole body was buried in the water, holding his head high, only showing two eyes and closing his mouth, in the clear water, he saw four small short legs paddling and full of rhythm, and swam towards the naughty bag, who knew that the naughty bag saw Teddy, a horse neighing, and scared the guy back, ran to Ju'an's eyes in the shallow water and stood up, looking at the naughty bag in the water.

Called Teddy, and then pointed to Wu Song under the fruit tree, Teddy swayed back, and saw that as soon as it came ashore, Ju An hurriedly left a few steps, and sure enough, as soon as he left, this guy began to shake up the water on his body, if he got close, he would be thrown by this guy.

Watching the horse swim in the water for a while, waiting for the naughty bag to come ashore, he pulled the naughty bag, sniffed it for Teddy, and when the naughty bag got used to it, stretched out his head and arched on Teddy, this guy immediately went crazy, rubbing around the naughty bag, Wu Song is a good guy, just touched it twice, and continued to eat the fruit in his hand.

Seeing that the three guys got along quite well, Ju An was relieved to get out of the space, took a shower, squatted on the bed and began to wander around the Internet.

As soon as he opened his buckle, Ju An saw a message from the vast sea of literature, saying that he and his teacher would go to New York in three or four days to communicate with some foreign counterparts, and would also go to the Metropolitan Museum to see some ancient Chinese books. Before the old man died, he wanted to see some national treasures.

After Ju An saw it, he patted his head, this guy, I'm going to keep the space until he dies of old age, how did this old man remember it again, but think about the profile of the old man he saw on the Internet before, he has been studying Chinese traditional culture all his life and is polite to a little Tibetan friend who is not a half-hanger, which really makes Ju An feel that this old man is worthy of respect, and he is not the so-called brick family of those indiscriminate cannons in China. I really can't bear to refuse such an old man, and then I thought about it, and I struggled for a long time before I made up my mind, even if it was exposed, it can be regarded as a contribution to the development of traditional Chinese culture.

Then he entered the space again, read a few rolls of bamboo slips, picked out the beads on his neck and those few martial arts and swordsmanship, put the remaining five rolls on the table, and gently stroked it, not knowing whether his decision was right or wrong, looking at the bamboo slips more than 2,000 years ago, so well preserved, if this is taken out, it is confirmed that I don't know how much turmoil it will cause.

Waiting out of the space, when lying down on the bed, Ju An was still a little unsure, and after thinking about it, he entered the dream, and in the next few days, Xiao Yuzi lived a relaxed and happy life, and Ju An's heart gradually let go. Just go with the flow, the sky is falling and there is a big man on top.

After almost a week, Ju An finally received a call from the vast sea of Wenhai. As soon as he answered the phone, Ju An heard a middle-aged man's loud voice ringing: "Is it Xiaoju, I am the vast Wenhai, my name is Xu Dong, you can just call me Brother Xu."

Ju An replied with a smile: "I am, hello Brother Xu, waiting for your call, the old man has arrived in New York?" It's been going well."

Xu Dong replied with a smile: "Teacher, everything is fine, it's been a few days, I've been soaked in the Metropolitan Museum for the past few days, tomorrow and the day after tomorrow, my teacher won't have anything to do, if it's convenient for you, bring something over, this time it's really troublesome for you, the teacher also specifically mentioned to me, saying that it was for you to run hard."

Ju An smiled and said: "It's okay, then I'll go to New York tonight, and the old man will be able to see it tomorrow, by the way, I'll bring the rest of the volumes, and let the old man see it when the time comes."

Xu Dong listened to it very happily and said: "There are a few more of these, thank you so much, the teacher is a little doubtful, I haven't let go of my heart, I must take a look at it with my own eyes, saying that even if it is modern, it is also the work of a master, not an ordinary counterfeiter, I have been thinking about it for a long time, it just so happens that there are experts here who study Chinese culture, and I can give you an exact answer when the time comes."

Ju An also chatted a few words, repeatedly agreed on the time, hung up the phone, and called Wang Fan again, telling himself to go to New York tonight, let him prepare a room for himself, and stay with him at night.

When waiting for the call, Wang Fan asked strangely: "Okay, it's no problem for me to pick you up at night, what are you doing, it's only been more than 20 days since I went back from New York, and I'm coming again?" ”。

"It won't disturb the world of the two of you, no, I'm staying in a hotel, you're not married yet, I'll give you a chance to entertain me, if you're married, I won't stay with you, look at Cora's eyes" Ju An asked with a smile.

Wang Fan said: "It's nothing! It's just curious, you don't go out of the nest as a rabbit, and there must be something out of the nest."

Ju An didn't intend to hide it from Wang Fan, so he said: "I got a bamboo slip, it seems to be from the late Spring and Autumn Period, and I will show it to a domestic expert to see if it is true."

"Can you kid be reliable, let me tell you not to bully my brother for being uneducated, we have seen the bamboo slips of the Warring States Period, there are still a few of them in the Qing Dynasty, black, this is all a baby, you are still at the end of the Spring and Autumn Period, you said that it was the end of the Qing Dynasty, and the brother still believed it" Wang Fan said disdainfully.

Ju Ah said with a smile: "Don't talk about it, when the expert looks at it, he will know."

"Then I'll go with you then, let's open our eyes and see what the Spring and Autumn Bamboo Slips look like," Wang Fan replied with a smile.

The two of them hung up the phone, Ju An went upstairs into the space and took out a few rolls of things, and then found a big cloth bag, put it in the suitcase, and then packed a few clothes, put it in, and when it was time to eat at noon, he called Thomas over and said that he was going to New York, and then a few little guys in the family continued to hand it over to Erzhuang to watch.

In the afternoon, Er Zhuang was sent to the airport, and before boarding, he sent a message to Wang Fan, telling him what time he would arrive in New York, and then he took the plane to the sky.

When he arrived at Wang Fan's house, Wang Fan urged Ju An to take out the bamboo slips, flipped through them casually, Wang Fan nodded and said, "Not bad, not bad."

Ju An teased: "It's like the real thing, it's not bad, you recognize the words written on it, point out one and I'll take a look, don't pretend to understand."

"I don't know the characters, but my buddy has learned calligraphy since he was a child, and I praise this person for his good handwriting, and he can see it clearly," Wang Fan said with a serious face.

"Hahaha, I really want to laugh when I think of you sitting in front of the table with a brush like a bird" As soon as this scene appeared in Ju An's mind, he couldn't hold back his laughter, he looked like a bird swinging, he didn't sit or stand, and he also learned calligraphy, in Wu Mengda's words, the birds laughed crookedly.

"You don't know, when I was a child, I lived in the old man's compound, and I was sent to a teacher to learn to write with a group of boys, and practiced calligraphy every night, and the old man's secretary checked every day, and the old man who wrote well praised two sentences, and wrote badly, and wrote ten times at night, when I was in elementary school, my calligraphy also won the capital's award, but fortunately, when I was in junior high school, I followed my father to the field" Wang Fan wiped the cold sweat on his head.

"Why haven't I heard you mention it, I didn't see you write a big character or anything in college this year," Ju An asked strangely.

Wang Fan glared at him and said, "I've been forced to try it for a few years, and now I'm afraid of it, by the way, what is the name of the domestic expert this time, maybe I can still know it."

Ju An shook his head and said, "I don't know, I just know that one of his students is named Xu Dong, but I know that the old man seems to be eighty years old."

"Xu Dong? Is it the one who is not young, has a Chinese face, and has a small birthmark on his neck? Wang Fan asked.

Ju An waved his hand and said, "I really haven't seen it, but it seems that the voice is not young anyway."

Wang Fan thought for a while, subconsciously shrunk his neck and said, "Damn!" Then I'm really going to see it tomorrow, if I know that his old man is coming, and I don't go to see it, the old man should say that I don't have a tutor."

"Who the hell is it, look at what you are afraid of, you are scared like this when you hear the name" Ju An asked with a smile.

Wang Fan said: "Ten ** is the old man who taught me to write, and he is a close friend of our old man."

"An old revolutionary, too?" Wang Fan asked.

"Is this a top student in China, and the world is also famous and enjoys state subsidies, and now the so-called master in his forties and fifties is a scum in front of his old man," Wang Fan said.

(To be continued)