"This Yang Renkai, I can encounter some bizarre things," Huang Yongyu patted Jiang Shan's arm:

"When we go to the countryside, it is pure going to the countryside, but he is the same as you, and he can meet a master in the next countryside."

"My ...... It can't be counted! Jiang Shan had to laugh.

"Why doesn't it count?" Huang Yongyu felt: "It is said that when you are in trouble, you will meet a master, and you will find treasures when you are lost, but I didn't meet it when I was in trouble." ”

"Heh, hum~"

Jiang Shan and Shao Bolin snorted at the same time.

"You met a master," Huang Yongyu didn't hear it: "Lao Yang met a baby." ”

"Lao Yang really picked up the baby?"

"What kind of baby?"

"You know all about "Strange Tales", right?" Huang Yongyu asked and answered: "When Yang Renkai went to the countryside, he actually found two volumes of the manuscript of "Strange Tales from Liao Zhai", do you think it is strange? ”

"Pu Songling's own?"

"Definitely, otherwise it's a treasure."

"It wasn't easy."

"Where?"

"Liao Bobei, I found it there."

"No wonder ......"

"Teacher," the classmate outside the window reminded him, "You haven't said yet, what is that bag of shredded paper?" ”

"Oh, that's right," Huang Yongyu remembered this stubble:

At that time, Lao Yang reached out and took out a piece of shredded paper in the sack, carefully identified it as a leftover material of the Qing palace seal, and quickly grabbed another handful...... This time, he directly reported the name of one person. ”

"Who?"

"Mi Fu (fu)," Huang Yongyu was afraid that the students would not understand, and added: "The Northern Song Dynasty is everyone, and Song Huizong is learning his words." ”

"It's a pity," Wu Xiaobang shook his head when he heard this: "It's broken like this." ”

"It's also rare to be broken," Huang Yongyu said: "After flipping through a few more, the young man on the side couldn't wait, so Lao Yang asked the big guy to give him the money first." ”

"A thousand?"

"No, otherwise people wouldn't want to. After the money and goods were cleared, Lao Yang asked the kid's home address, but no one said anything, so he could only send him these things if he had them. ”

"I don't dare to say it." Cao Yu concluded.

After that, Lao Yang worked hard for an afternoon, and the more he fought, the more excited he became, and he called his old friend Zhang Heng over to help.

Zhang Heng is the most obsessed with Mi Fu.

The two of them fought excitedly for several days, and finally spelled out 37 pairs of national treasure-level calligraphy and paintings from this package of shredded paper. ”

Among them, the treasures of Su Shi and Chen Po, Mi Fu's "Tiaoxi Poem" is only missing eight words.

"That's not making a fortune." The envy of the country is not good.

"It depends on who earned it," Huang Yongyu gave Jiang Shan an expression:

"You know what? Until now, the museum has not paid the 1,000 yuan to Rong Bao Zhai! ”

"Everything was taken away from the museum? Rong Bao Zhai didn't stay at all? ”

"Even the sack was taken!"

A room full of old cadres, no one has any doubts.

Jiang Shan gave Huang Yongyu another look: "It's normal to think about it carefully." ”

"No," Huang Yongyu was smart: "After liberation, Rong Bao Zhai has long belonged to a state-owned unit, who is not a family?" We should all learn from it. ”

At the moment when the sun completely set, several vans drove out of the Dunhuang Institute in turn.

"Whew~"

Fan Jinshi let out a breath, and Chang Shuhong laughed when he heard it.

"Tired, aren't you? Xiao Fan. ”

"I'm not tired, but I just led the experts to visit the murals of the Mogao Grottoes for a while."

Fan Jinshi really didn't feel tired, but she suddenly had to face so many old cadres from Yanjing, and she was really nervous for a while.

Chang Shuhong nodded: "Also, it can't be compared with our daily workload." ”

"Huh."

"Who's going to watch the kids?" Chang Shuhong turned around and asked, "Let's go back and have a look." ”

"Well, then I'll go back first."

In the dim hut, Peng Xiaomin couldn't see his mother on the left or right.

After skillfully climbing onto the chair, he stretched out his little hand and pulled down the lamp rope.

The dim light immediately cast down, illuminating the pile of candy wrappers on the square table.

Xiaomin picked up one of the transparent candy wrappers and looked at the light bulb again and again.

Soon he laughed happily.

After running back to the dormitory in three steps and two steps, Fan Jinshi smiled: "Xiaomin." ”

"Mom, you're finally back,"

Five-year-old Peng Xiaomin, when he saw that his mother was back, quickly opened his little hand to greet him.

At the beginning, there would be colleagues who would help her watch the children.

After a long time, it will be like this.

After all, it's not easy for everyone.

"You can't eat so much fruit candy," Fan Jinshi glanced at the candy paper on the table:

"Otherwise, if the tooth hurts, there will be no dentist in Mogao Grottoes."

"Oh~" Xiaomin tilted his head and lay on the table, staring at his mother and asked, "What's delicious in this?" ”

"Wait a minute, you'll know."

Fan Jinshi kept smiling at the child, and she seemed to be in a good mood.

Boil a pot of boiling water, open the lid of a jar of malt cream, and crack open a can of fruit.

Tonight, she decided to let her children enjoy it.

Scoop two spoonfuls of malt milk essence into the enamel cup and stir it up.

Watching the milky powder melt in circles in my mother's porcelain jar.

Peng Xiaomin's eyes were crooked with joy.

"Xiaomin," Fan Jinshi looked at her son's smiling face: "I'm not going to eat steamed buns today, how about we also drive back to foreign meat?" ”

"Okay." Peng Xiaomin applauded warmly.

A cookie jar was broken open by Fan Jinshi, looking at the biscuits of various shapes in the iron box.

Fan Jinshi swallowed her saliva.

"Mom, look,"

Xiao Min pointed to the head of Fan Jinshi's bed, and there was an identical cookie jar next to the pillow.

Except for the old one, there is no difference.

It was the tin box that Fan Jinshi used to store family photos.

When I looked at it again this time, I couldn't help but have a sour nose.

When he turned his head with tears in his eyes, his son was smiling happily at him.

"Come, Xiaomin,"

Fan Jinshi picked up the porcelain jar and poured some malt milk essence into her son's small cup: "Cheers to Mom!" ”

"Cheers~"

The lonely and vast Mogao Grottoes, a black and desolate place.

A few cabins with warm yellow lights are accompanied by the stars in the sky.

In one of the rooms, bursts of laughter erupted from time to time.

If you listen closely, you can hear the sound of iron spoons and glass cans clattering.

……

"It's better to stay in a guest house," Zhang Lu wiped his hair vigorously with a towel: "I can take a hot shower every day." ”

"I didn't expect that the guest house in Dunhuang could also have a bathroom." Jiang Shan is most satisfied with this: "The amount of food is enough, and today I am hungry." ”

"Who isn't," Zhang Lu leaned on the sofa and patted his belly: "The more bumpy the car, the more hungry I become." ”

"It's good to eat here," Jiang Shan sat at his desk and looked at a manuscript in front of him: "It's quite to my taste, it seems that the Provincial Propaganda Department has said hello." ”

"When you were eating just now, didn't you listen to Shen Lao?"

"Say what?"

"The old man said that the food here is better than the Xijiao Hotel in Yanjing."

"Oh, I heard this too," Jiang Shan remembered Uncle Huang's envious expression at that time:

"I don't know when the two of us will be able to eat a cadre meal in the western suburbs."

"I said that it wasn't as delicious as this, so what else would I go?"

"You know a fart," Jiang Shan looked back at Zhang Lu: "Is it for dinner?" That's the pattern, it's different! ”

"Okay," Zhang Lu knew what he meant, "find a chance, let's go in and play again." ”

Jiang Shan smiled and slowly turned around.

In my memory, I have also lived in the western suburbs twice.

One of them was particularly impressive.

I was woken up by the phone ringing in the middle of the night, saying that the hotel was about to be cleared, and there would be a big man checking in two hours later.

Guests are invited to pack up and check out at the front desk immediately.

After that, he never stayed in the western suburbs again.

"What are you looking at there?"

As soon as he entered the door, Zhang Lu wanted to ask: "Since I went in to take a bath, I haven't seen you move the nest." ”

"Shen Lao's manuscript," Jiang Shantou didn't reply: "Specializing in ancient costumes." ”

"I saw you in Mogao Grottoes before, and I said the Tao, that thing is interesting?"

"It's interesting, you work in a TV station, you should know a little bit about it."

"I'm too lazy to look at it."

"It's going to be fine," Jiang Shan remembered something: "Go and borrow a flashlight, Ling Humei must have a way." ”

"Okay!"

As the sound of the door closing, Jiang Shan's eyes fell on Shen Congwen's manuscript again.

It was not until the following year that the book was published by a publishing house in Hong Kong.

The Cultural Affairs Bureau of the mainland has long forgotten that Shen Lao actually wrote this book in accordance with the instructions of the Prime Minister.

In 2019, Jiangshan's team took over the promotion business of the TV series "Qingping Le".

After watching a few sample episodes, I immediately decided to start with this costume and shoot a few small videos of high-end custom products of the palace.

Once it was launched, it really attracted a lot of attention.

has fully opened the magical record of the TV series before it was broadcast.

"Song Taizu Zhao Kuangyin statue, the Son of Heaven often wears red and yellow...... Interesting.

According to the list of experts organized by the Propaganda Department this time, isn't it just that they are not satisfied with the service of the song and dance drama "Silk Road Flower Language"! ”

At this time, Jiang Shan was fascinated.

Until Zhang Lu walked back to the house with a flashlight, he didn't look back.

From night to morning, the rising morning light is just shining on the desk in front of the window.

A light breeze blew and rolled up the two pieces of paper on the table.

Shen Congwen, who was walking in the garden downstairs, suddenly felt that something shook in front of him.

"What was that?"

Huang Yongyu on the same trail paused, bent down to pick up one of them.

It's okay not to look at it, but when I saw it, I immediately exclaimed: "Uncle Cousin, is this what you painted?" ”

(End of chapter)