Chapter 90 Ancient Book Restorers and Compilers

The WeChat dialog box keeps showing "The other party is typing ......"

It seems that Lao Shi has a lot to say.

Before Lao Shi's tirade could be sent, Bai Xinshu looked down at his phone and whispered, "Master Qian has arrived." ”

Before he could finish speaking, several restorers smiled and said "I'm sorry, I'll pick it up" and rushed out of the conference room.

The conference room "boomed" and was chaotic.

It didn't take long for an unattractive, dark and thin old man to walk into the conference room. He greeted the people around him, using the dialect of the city, and the clothes he wore were also very ordinary, without any masters.

Also, Master Qian is a craftsman after all.

There was a sound of tables and chairs moving, and Zuo Youyou found that the people on the left and right stood up to show respect, so she quickly pushed the computer and stood up as well.

Master Qian didn't talk much, and his voice was not loud. Before anyone else sat down, they just said:

"Wash the book."

Unlike Bai Xinshu who said the word "washing books", as soon as Master Qian said "washing books", the restorers in the room were nodding:

"Makes sense, makes sense. It's to wash books. ”

Zuo Youyou: ......

Zuo Youyou glanced at Bai Xinshu, who looked at Master Qian intently, with a little smile on his face, and did not take the conflict just now to heart.

Zuo Youyou hesitantly typed the words "book washing" on the meeting minutes.

Master Qian continued: "...... Judging from the acidification situation, wash the book, do not wash it with medicine, wash it with water. ”

The restorers seemed to have some doubts about this, but no one refuted it out loud, obediently waiting for Master Qian to explain.

Zuo Youyou thought it was funny, this group of restorers were now like elementary school students, well-behaved and obedient, sitting upright, asking questions and raising their hands first.

But she didn't have much time to be funny, and with Master Qian's words, she quickly recorded:

"Given the book's current condition, choosing to wash it with water instead of medicine eliminates the need to wash the remaining medicine repeatedly and does the least damage to the book. In addition, in order to maintain the same color of the leaves after washing, it is necessary to try to maintain the same water temperature, water volume and rolling pressure. ”

The restorers nodded.

Chen Yanxi leaned over and whispered gossip: "The restorers adopt the master-apprentice system, so there are many restorers here who have to call Master Qian a master, uncle, and uncle...... They're so good. ”

Zuo Youyou was curious: "Master Qian doesn't look too old, has he retired?" ”

Chen Yanxi said: "Master Qian did not compile it. He is an old-school craftsman, who has been an apprentice since he was a child and has no education. You see, all the restorers here have diplomas, and even that Xiao Li is a graduate student. ”

Zuo Youyou understood.

Master Qian continued: "In the case of serious aging of the book leaves, I recommend choosing the whole tray. But this whole trust is not the whole of the other. The parchment paper is made of tree bark, and it is strong, if it is too porcelain, even if the parchment paper is thin, it will hurt the book leaves after a long time, so we can't use paste, we have to suck it with water. The water suction method avoids the bite of the paste and is a temporary alternative to the adhesive in certain cases. ”

The restorers nodded their heads and took notes in unison.

Chen Yanxi said admiringly: "As soon as Master Qian makes a move, he will know if there is one." A restorer is not only a skilled restorer, but also a restorer who needs to know how to judge different situations and choose the most appropriate restoration method under the premise of protecting ancient books. Master Qian, God and man also. ”

Zuo Youyou listened to Chen Yanxi's admiration, his brows were tightly locked, and his fingers were like flying, and he followed Master Qian's words to make records.

Chen Yanxi sighed for a long time: "Alas, compilation. ”