Chapter 1009 is really a torment

  The warehouse of the British Museum, the door of Room C90 was slowly opened.

  Although all kinds of facilities in the warehouse are complete, ventilation, moisture-proof and other aspects are well done, but Liu Qingshan and the others still feel a musty smell blowing towards their faces.

  There are too many cultural relics in the museum, and the maintenance cost is limited, so it cannot cover everything.

  In this storage room, there are no vertical showcases, but a few rows of simple shelves.

  On the shelf, some yellowed ancient books were scattered on it, scattered, looking like a pile of waste paper.

  Fatty Jin smacked his lips all the time, the fat on his face trembled, looking at it really hurts.

   "A loser, I..." Second Master Bai even scolded directly.

   Fortunately, these foreigners can't understand.

  Liu Qingshan also frowned, then waved his hand: "Let's choose first."

  So everyone put on gloves and started sorting out old paper piles, and the smell in the room became even more unpleasant.

  The accompanying deputy curator and administrator simply moved two chairs and sat in the corridor outside the door. Anyway, when they go out, they have to undergo strict inspections, and there is no need to worry about bringing private goods out.

  Second Master Bai. Fatty Jin, Zhang Chunyu, Lu Fang, plus Boban, these few can get started.

  Liu Qingshan and Li Tieweila can't do it anymore, they can only do some auxiliary work.

  During the tidying process, there were sighs and curses from time to time.

  Many pieces of paper are already dilapidated, with big holes and small eyes.

   There are also some materials that are made of silk, which are broken into several pieces.

   This also greatly slows down the speed of cleaning, because everyone is not purely selecting, but sorting them all.

  Unknowingly, the whole morning passed, and not even one-tenth of the items in the room were completed.

   "Mr. Mountain, it's off work." Deputy curator Johansson came in and reminded.

   Then he saw the situation in the storage room, and couldn't help but click his tongue a few times: "Oh, gentlemen, your work is too meticulous!"

  Liu Qingshan then looked at the time: "Cut work first, and continue in the afternoon."

  Everyone reluctantly put down the work at hand and filed out.

  After going through the security check, I cleaned up and went to eat outside.

   After all, it is a cooperative relationship, a lunch arranged by the British Museum.

  Everyone was obviously not in a good mood, and they all ate in muffled voices. Only Liu Qingshan chatted with Johansson from time to time:

   "Sir, should the museum pay us labor costs?"

  Liu Qingshan pointed at Bai Erye and said with a smile: "Let me introduce, this old gentleman is an expert in restoring ancient books. Many of these ancient books in your library need to be restored."

  Johansson really nodded: "We really need the help of experts in this field, just like the precious volume of female history's admonitions back then, because we didn't understand the mounting and restoration of Chinese calligraphy and painting, we suffered some unnecessary damage."

  Vera translated it for Bai Erye, and the old man immediately stared: "Ask me to work hard for them, no way, I will be angry when I see these things!"

  Liu Qingshan explained with a smile: "Second Master, you can't just sit and watch these precious ancient books are completely damaged, right?"

  Of course Erye Bai understands the reason for this, but asking him to work here is really a torment.

   At this time, Zhang Chunyu interjected: "Master, why don't I stay? Qingshan is right. No matter who these ancient books and documents belong to now, they are all treasures of our China and need to be rescued."

   "Okay, then we will divide the work between the two of you. You sort it out here, and I will trim the ones I brought back."

  Second Master Bai also nodded, if he didn't know, he would be out of sight and out of mind; now that he knew, if he didn't do anything, he might not be able to sleep at night.

  So Vera came forward and negotiated with Johansson. Of course, the help can't be in vain. The labor fee is necessary, and she also needs to enjoy expert treatment.

  Whether it is Liu Qingshan or Zhang Chunyu, they don't care about these labor costs. The main reason is that they are not reconciled.

   In the afternoon, everyone continued to fight.

  According to Johansson, there are more than a dozen storage rooms like this.

  As a deputy curator, he can't always be here to accompany him. In the afternoon, he is busy with his own work. There is only one administrator left to assist. Of course, the main thing is to supervise.

   "Brother Qingshan, I found a treasure." Fatty Jin leaned up to Liu Qingshan with mischievous eyebrows, and whispered in his mouth.

   "You don't have to act like thieves, we can choose generously, and the other party agrees."

   As Liu Qingshan said, he was dragged to his temporary workbench by Fatty Jin.

"Prevention is essential." Fatty Jin pointed to a dilapidated book on the workbench and said, "Look, the Song version of the book should be the Shu version, which was engraved and printed by the bookstore on Meishan in Sichuan Province. "

  Of course, Liu Qingshan has also heard the name of the Song version of the book, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the most valuable book.

   But look at the thin booklet in front of you, it's really dilapidated.

  The pages of the book are like smoke, the handwriting on them is also mottled, and there are many broken places.

   "It's okay, go back and ask the second master to repair it, and it will keep the antique." Fatty Jin is like picking up a treasure. Continue to tidy up carefully.

   It's true, after this day, I really found a lot of treasures.

  The most precious of them should be a broken letter. According to Bai Erye and Jin Fatty's identification, it should be Su Shi's family letter, written to his younger brother Su Zhe.

  Su Dongpo's calligraphy is plump and fat, unique, and definitely a treasure.

   Just this letter is enough for everyone to be happy for half a month.

   This means that foreigners only have a half-knowledge of China's extensive and profound culture, and treat this letter as an ordinary item, so they can tell Liu Qingshan and the others to pick up a big leak.

  Everyone is more motivated, fighting for three days in a row, it can be considered that the items in this collection room have been sorted out.

  It’s just a preliminary arrangement. As for the follow-up modification, it is meticulous work and takes time.

  Second Master Bai's visa is only one month, which is not enough at all.

   As far as the museum is concerned, it is obvious that this group of people is really helpful, so three meals a day and various services are considered in place.

   In this way, more than half a month has passed, and Liu Qingshan and the others have also cleaned up three storage rooms with tens of thousands of albums.

  Among them, hundreds of pages were also selected, all of which they planned to take back.

   These have all been handed over to the museum and brought back to the hotel, where Li Tie will take care of them.

  Every day is overloaded with work, and everyone is very tired. Even Fatty Jin has lost a lot of weight. This is a good way to lose weight.

   "Second Master, you will rest at the hotel today."

   Liu Qingshan also looked distressed, especially Bai Erye, who was getting old and consumed a lot of mind every day, I was afraid that the old man would not be able to hold on.

  Er Bai waved his hand: "There are still three days, we should go back, let's look for more."

   After speaking, he took out a pack of pain relief tablets from his pocket, took out two tablets, and threw them into his mouth.

  A new storage room was opened today, and everyone was refreshed and continued to fight.

  Liu Qingshan was also busy, seeing a large box under the shelf with a lot of scattered papers inside, so he took the box out and carefully rummaged through it.

  Flipping and flipping through, Liu Qingshan couldn't help but his eyes lit up: silk book!

   In the past few days, Liu Qingshan has grown a little bit with his busy work with Bai Erye and the others.

  He knew that the calligraphy and paintings on silk are generally older, and relatively speaking, they may be more valuable.

  So he pulled Fatty Jin over and asked him to appraise it.

   This is an ancient painting on a horizontal axis. The cracks are very severe. There is no coloring on the picture, and the content on the painting is also blurred. You can only see a large group of people densely packed.

   "It looks quite ancient." Fatty Jin also widened his small eyes, holding a magnifying glass, and began to search on the painting.

  He is mainly looking for seals or inscriptions, these are the most obvious clues.

   There are a few seals, but they are also vague.

  There are no tools here, and Bai Erye can't repair it.

  Because the damage was too serious, Fatty Jin couldn't tell, so he asked the second master to come over and check it together. He felt that this painting was very unusual.

  Don't ask why, rely on the intuition of the appraiser.

   "At least it is the Song Dynasty, maybe it is the Tang Dynasty." After some research, Bai Erye came to this conclusion excitedly.

  Liu Qingshan made a decisive decision: "I accept it."

   Regardless of whether it comes from a famous artist or not, only this dynasty is worth collecting.

  Second Master Bai took a magnifying glass again to examine it carefully.

  Because he is a restoration expert, his perspective is slightly different from that of Fatty Jin, and he can even roughly restore the repaired appearance through the broken and blurred appearance in front of him.

  After careful inspection, Bai Erye's voice suddenly became excited:

   "These characters should be drawn as immortals. Judging from the posture of the belts, they are a bit of a Wu belt."

  Others were also taken aback when they heard this.

  Even a layman like Liu Qingshan knows what it means for Wu Dai to be the wind.

  That was when Wu Daozi, a master of the Tang Dynasty, was painting figures. The figures in the painting had fluttering clothes and belts, as if being blown by the wind, elegant and elegant, so it is called Wu Daidangfeng.

   If it is really the work of the saint of painting, then their hard work these days will be worth it.

   Not to mention half a month of hard work, even half a year or even half a lifetime, it is worth it!

  Liu Qingshan also suppressed the excitement in his heart: "Second Master, can it be repaired?"

  Er Bai nodded his head: "If it's really a sage painting, even if I peel off my skin and stick it on it, I'm willing."

   "Take it first, and we'll talk about it after we return home." Liu Qingshan saw that their actions had already attracted the attention of the administrator outside the door, so he waved his hand lightly to signal everyone to disperse first.

  Er Bai, on the other hand, carefully kept the painting on silk.

  The old man used to do a job back then, which was to help a master of traditional Chinese painting surnamed Xu to restore the authentic painting of the painting saint that he bought, and that painting was called Eighty-one Immortals.

  Things that have been repaired by myself, of course have a deep understanding.

  Er Bai had a feeling: the work in front of him is very likely to be equivalent to that one.

  (end of this chapter)