The players were debating how to give the master a simple but formal apprenticeship.

The master should not be a person who likes to be lively, and he is devoted to his work, and other cumbersome etiquette can be omitted, but there should still be tea ceremony, apprenticeship stickers and apprenticeship ceremony.

After probably having an idea, everyone parted ways in groups and hurriedly prepared the items to be used for tomorrow's apprenticeship.

After all, Tang Qinqin is also a person who has worshiped her master, and she is born twice and matured, but this time she was pasted by the apprentice, and her handwriting was much more beautiful and atmospheric.

As for the apprenticeship ceremony, Tang Qinqin planned to send the master some mild Chinese medicinal materials that she had concocted, which could be added during the daily soup and stewing process to nourish the body.

In addition, there are some seasonal fruits from the back mountain.

When chatting with Tang's mother on the phone in the evening, Tang Qinqin told them about his apprenticeship again.

The husband and wife on the other end of the "......" phone who were stunned by their daughter's big battle were almost unable to turn their brains.

"Qinqin, apprenticeship is not child's play, people's energy is limited after all, it is not easy to focus on a job and do it well, someone has struggled for this for life, you want to learn so much, can you take care of it?" Tang's mother was a little worried.

"Mom knows that you have some extraordinary cultivation now, and it is indeed something worthy of support and encouragement to love learning and constantly enrich yourself, but you must be down-to-earth in doing things, you have grown up, and you must stick to the path you choose to the end."

Tang Qinqin knew that Tang's mother was worried that she was afraid that she would be hot for three minutes, and she would love one when she saw one, but in the end she couldn't learn anything.

"Mom and Dad, don't worry, I won't let you down." Tang Qinqin said that she couldn't say anything more, so let's use time and facts to reassure them.

Early the next morning, the players arrived at the door of the studio early.

At this time, the door had just opened, and their newly appointed master was getting down from the old black 28 bar, and when he turned his head, he saw them standing neatly.

The corners of the master's mouth couldn't help but tilt up, and he happily stopped the car: "It's all here." Okay, it's okay, let's go, follow me in. ”

Tang Qinqin couldn't help but glance at the second master's car.

The bicycles with a beam in the middle, which prevailed in the 80s, were basically shining points except for the inconvenience of getting on and off the bike: the overall structure was very stable, strong, and the weight and speed were also very durable, which is rare now.

Tang Qinqin thought that if he had time, he could "renovate" the car for the master, and repair the old paint peeling and rusty places, so that it could extend its service life and make it more convenient and safe for the master to travel.

After entering the studio, the master put down the aluminum lunch box and thermos cup he was holding, and turned back to arrange everyone's study tasks today.

As soon as I turned around, heh, good guys!

Song Yuanze brought a chair and put it behind the old master and asked him to sit down.

The old master sat down with a confused expression, not understanding what kind of medicine was being sold in the gourd of these young people.

"The master is above, please bow to the apprentice!" The sound came from a uniform voice, like a stone, smashing into the heart lake of the old master Gujing Wubo.

He sat up straight in surprise, and put his hand on his knee with a slight effort.

"Meet the master, I'm Dong Mingzhe! I will learn from you about the protection of ancient books, and I will not disappoint you! ”

Dong Mingzhe took the lead in standing up, bowed respectfully and handed the apprenticeship sticker to the master.

Seeing that he took it with trembling hands, he handed over the "bundle gift" he had prepared.

One by one, the players met the master.

The last step is to serve tea, which the players have brewed this morning and put in their respective backpacks for later use, just waiting to be taken out when they apprentice, and the huge room is filled with the fragrance of tea for a while.

The old master took it with a complicated expression and took a sip gently.

The temperature is suitable, fragrant and sweet, like an orchid in the tongue, and the aftertaste is long, and he has drunk tea for most of his life, and he actually feels that this is the most delicious tea he drinks at the moment.

Although the players have tried to choose relatively small teacups, the twenty-plus masters are afraid that they will have a round stomach if they drink it in turn.

Since the tea leaves used by the players are also different, it makes the master feel like he is in a tea tasting meeting, and he tastes all kinds of flavors.

Looking at the thick pile of apprenticeship stickers in his hand, the pile of "bundle gifts" placed next to him, and the circle of teacups with various colors of tea soup placed on the table, the master's eyes were empty, as if he was nostalgic for the past through the items in front of him.

He is indeed nostalgic for the past, nostalgic for the time when he first met his master to study, and nostalgic for his lost youth.

"Get up." He slowed down and looked at the apprentices in front of him.

It's a group of children with hearts.

The other three old apprentices pushed the door in at this time, almost stunned by the situation in the room.

Especially when they saw the meaningful eyes cast by their master, the three of them were a little embarrassed.

Sometimes the goods have to be thrown away, and the people are more popular than the dead.

They never dreamed that one day they would be rolled up to the ceiling by the new "junior brothers and sisters".

I think that when the three of them apprenticed, they simply changed their words, and there was nothing else.

Although the respect for the master is the same, at this moment, I inexplicably feel that I am inferior to these junior brothers and sisters.

However, their embarrassment did not last long, and the master made the best use of his resources to assign them manpower, and divided the players into three groups, and the three of them were responsible for leading the learning and entry.

The focus of learning is on hands-on practice, interspersed with theoretical knowledge.

Tang Qinqin is taking her senior brother to learn how to restore ancient books, which is also one of the places she is most interested in.

There are many schools of ancient book restoration, and there are also the Shanghai school, the Beijing school, the Yang school, the Su school, the Shu school, the Lu school, the Hui school, the Jin school and the Lingnan school.

However, the ancient book restoration artists of these genres have gradually disappeared with age, and there are few left.

Some universities also have special majors in ancient book restoration to train directional technical talents for the country, but due to the high requirements for professional ability, which requires a bachelor's degree or above, this major is far inferior to other majors in terms of popularity and enrollment numbers.

The general restoration of ancient books should start with dismantling the pages, marking the page numbering, and destaining.

The task that Tang Qinqin and others are now working on is "demolition" with a capital letter.

After the senior brother gave a demonstration, everyone carefully began to disassemble the ancient books in their hands.

Of course, the "ancient books" in their hands at this time are modern books that have been wholesaled from small stalls with various problems.

After all, ancient books are rare, and they are extremely precious, and a slight carelessness may cause irreparable regrets, and using these books to "practice" for novices, everyone will at least not feel distressed.

Just like Tang Qinqin practiced acupuncture, at first he had to use the acupuncture point of the small bronze figure, and then he practiced on his own body, until his ability was recognized by the industry, and then he was allowed to administer acupuncture to others.

When I watched the operation of the senior brother, I felt that it was simple, and I knew what the eyes would be, but the brain would not.

Fortunately, as a person who has come over, the senior brother understands their predicament at the moment, and comes over from time to time to check on their existing problems and give corrections.