After receiving the ancient paintings, did not go back to the museum, nor did they go to the Public Security Bureau, the group under the command of Zhao Yuanshan, turned into a quiet courtyard, it turned out that Zhao Yuanshan's master lived here, has been nearly 90 years old national treasure level cultural relics restoration experts.

It was late at night, but the old man was already sitting in the studio waiting for everyone.

According to the regulations of the city bureau, there must be at least two policemen to follow the ancient paintings, and Xu Zheng and an old criminal policeman followed into the old man's studio.

Dean Bai whispered a few words to him, and then the old man waved his hand resolutely, and then asked Zhao Yuanshan to open the ancient painting, which was really broken in two, the old man was very distressed, and touched the ancient painting with a little trembling hands, "This is our national treasure, it has been preserved for more than 900 years, it's a pity, it's a pity." ”

Dean Bai and Zhao Yuanshan glanced at each other and felt ashamed, after all, the ancient painting was stolen from the Changming City Museum.

Then the three old men began to discuss who would repair the ancient paintings, it turned out that it was not difficult to repair this section, the difficult thing was the words of Song Huizong who were polluted by ink, and there were not a thousand and a hundred calligraphers who could write thin gold fonts in the country, but after all, it was just a portrait of writing.

Like this painting, it is best to hand it over to one person to restore, so that in the process of restoring the ancient painting, the restorer can better understand the mind of the painter at that time and the mood of Song Huizong when he saw the special painter of the court copying Zhang Xuan's practice picture, and turned to the artistic conception of the inscription.

It turned out that this painting was painted by the craftsmen who painted for the emperor, and after they painted it, they were stamped by the emperor's inscription.

Dean Bai proposed several candidates for the restoration of ancient paintings, but the old people shook their heads and objected, the main reason was that they could not write the true meaning of Song Huizong's thin gold body.

In fact, Zhao Yuanshan's craftsmanship in restoring ancient paintings is also good, but he is not sure of those words, "Master, otherwise let the little junior brother come?" ”

When Dean Bai heard this, his frowning brows relaxed a little, but then he wrinkled deeply, "Uncle Liu, Brother Zhao, hasn't Yan Guiliu quit this industry for more than ten years?" ”

"Dean Bai, don't worry, although he has resigned from the museum for more than ten years, he has not put down his craft, and he still has a lot of high-tech equipment, which is no worse than that of Ziwei Palace.

In fact, there was one thing that Zhao Yuanshan didn't say, he knew that Dean Bai must have heard of Yan Guiliu's incident, after all, the circle was so small.

When Yan Guiliu listened to the slander of his friends, he imitated a thin gold calligraphy of Song Huizong in half a drunken and half-awake way, who would have thought that his friend would actually use counterfeit means to move this character to ancient rice paper, and then sold it for a sky-high price.

After the incident, Yan Guiliu was also involved by friends and withdrew from the painting and calligraphy world.

In the end, at the insistence of Dean Bai and Zhao Yuanshan, the old man agreed to let Yan Guiliu give it a try.

Two hours later, it was already past three o'clock in the morning, and just when Xu Zheng was sleepy and wanted to sleep, a handsome uncle in his forties came in from outside.

They were polite, it turned out that this was Yan Guiliu, Xu Zheng only felt that he was very familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was for a while, and soon, Yan Guiliu walked to the desk and carefully inspected the ancient paintings, especially the fractures There were still a few small potholes, and finally stared at Song Huizong's twenty thin gold bodies, especially the three places polluted by ink.

Finally, he squinted his eyes and smiled, very charming, "Master, Dean Bai, I think I can try." ”

After determining the candidate, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but the next step was even more troublesome, the restoration of ancient paintings requires a long preparation time, and a large number of materials are needed, and some materials can no longer be found, especially the rice paper used by Song Huizong is really difficult to find on the market now.

"I asked Ziwei Palace to send two collections of Song Huizong's paintings and calligraphy overnight, and take some rice paper on it, as for the raw materials for the restoration of this ancient painting, Ziwei Palace is also out of stock now, and three paintings were restored in a row last month."

The old man doesn't have it here, he hasn't done it for many years, and Changming City, including Zhao Yuanshan, also doesn't, and the ancient paintings of more than 900 years are very difficult to find.

At five o'clock in the morning, Xu Zheng drove, the destination was an ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River, the kind that had not been developed, Yan Guiliu was sitting in the car, and now Xu Zheng knew that this is a famous investment expert in the magic capital, and it is said that he is worth nearly 10 billion.

The purpose of their trip to the ancient town is to collect the materials needed for the restoration of ancient paintings, but these materials surprised Xu Zheng, the first stop is a bamboo house with an age, seeing Xu Zheng's curious eyes, Yan Guiliu smiled, "The curtain made of old bamboo is a tool for drying empty paper, and the bamboo clothes attached to the bamboo tube can increase the toughness of the pulp." ”

After speaking, he took out the tools in the trunk and asked Xu Zheng to go up to the roof to take down a few bamboos, and then, with a carving knife, he split the bamboo, and took out a knife as thin as a cicada's wings and slowly scraped the bamboo clothes on the bamboo tube, with a focused expression and a sharp and deep look, at this moment, it was impossible to imagine that he was still a billionaire.

At the next stop, I found a beekeeper, Yan Guiliu wanted to buy hornet legs, of course the beekeeper didn't do it at first, and then under a string of numbers, he turned around and became a beekiller.

Seeing that Xu Zheng's face was extremely awkward, Yan Guiliu explained: "Wasp legs are used to mix pulp, and the petals of sheep's tooth plants can be used as paints for repairing paintings for beehives that are more than three years old. ”

Okay, Xu Zheng thought that he was a soy sauce maker, but then, the two found the three-year-old hive through the guidance of the beekeeper, and Yan Guiliu asked Xu Zheng to pick it up with a wicked smile.

Take, how to take this, Xu Zheng wanted to scold in his heart, others respect you as a billionaire, but I, Xu Zheng, am still a systematic person.

In the end, under the mission of completing the mission, the two men finally obtained the hive in an indescribable process, at the cost of being stung a few times, and running five miles of dirt road at once, stopping and then collecting the petals of the sheep's tooth plant.

Finally came to the last item, collecting the old man's dandruff, seeing Xu Zheng's more strange expression, Yan Guiliu shrugged his shoulders, "The old man's dandruff and crushed rotten bones can create the effect of ancient painting paper being eroded by dust, so this thing must be collected, and it can't be missing." ”

There was no way, Xu Zheng used Ren Guiliu's money to gather the old people in the village, and then while giving the money, he took an electric fan to help the old man blow the dandruff on their heads.

This morning, this part of the raw materials was finally done, and the rest had to complete the restoration of the ancient paintings in the studio of Ren Guiliu in the magic capital, it is said that the ancient paintings could not leave Changming City at this time, but at the insistence of Dean Bai, eight policemen were finally sent to stare at the ancient paintings throughout the two and a half days.

Xu Zheng was also "lucky" to be assigned here, Yan Guiliu's studio is super large, which not only has a variety of tools and materials for the restoration of ancient paintings, but also a variety of high-tech equipment, such as a thickness measuring instrument, a scanner accurate to the micron, a fully automatic steamer, a color analyzer and so on.

Next, Yan Guiliu seemed to be a different person, serious and serious, it took a day to mix all kinds of raw materials, and then it was to deal with the core of the painting, that is, to wash the old painting, scald it with hot water, and squeeze out the dirty water with a lamb belly towel.

And then there's the Fortune Paper...

If it weren't for Dean Bai and Grandpa Zhao explaining to Xu Zheng on the side, he really thought that Yan Guiliu was destroying ancient paintings at first, and it was really a layman watching the excitement.

A long time passed, and as Ren Guiliu's last stroke fell, he began to be old and framed again, and a painting that was completely comparable to the Boston Museum's "Imitation of Zhang Xuan's Pounding Practice" appeared in front of everyone, but I didn't expect the ancient painting to be more ancient and historical through restoration and mounting.

After everyone thanked Yan Guiliu, they quickly rushed to the Changming City Museum, today is the third day, and the mustaches of the Sun Country have been waiting in the museum for a long time, and finally in their impatient and loud noise, this perfectly restored ancient painting was placed in front of them.