Chapter 1010 Hello, 1992! (seeking a monthly ticket)

  Liu Qingshan and his party have been busy in England for more than half a month.

  By the time they returned to the capital, it was already the end of December.

  It is the coldest time of the year in the capital, and even the flow of people at the airport is in a hurry.

  But there is a group of people standing in the cold wind, looking forward to it.

   "Boss and the others are coming out!" Cao Xiaofei yelled, and everyone cheered to meet him.

  Liu Qingshan and the others were also wearing down jackets, carrying suitcases in their hands, looking a bit dusty.

   "Teacher, why are you here!" Fatty Jin exclaimed, because he found that there was a fat old man surrounded by the crowd, who was his mentor.

  Liu Qingshan was also quite surprised, and hurried forward: "Mr., why are you here in such a cold day!"

  Mr. Yuan Bai raised his hand and waved it lightly: "If you don't take a look, you will have trouble sleeping and eating."

  Liu Qingshan naturally knew what the old man was talking about, so he stopped talking, greeted Wang Xiaobing and Cao Xiaofei, and first helped the old man into the car.

   Those who came to pick up the station also included several experts from the museum, led by the vice-president, Researcher Shan.

   In addition, there are Uncle Lu and others, all of whom are from the Qingshan Museum.

  In addition to the bus that was coming, there were also several vans, all of which were on standby.

   Wait until all the consigned items have been collected before loading the car.

  The biggest piece is a large wooden box more than two meters high, which is tightly packed.

   There are two other smaller ones, and the same is true.

   Most of them were small boxes containing ancient books. Fortunately, there were many cars, and they were all transported back in one trip.

  Of course Liu Qingshan couldn’t go home first, so he followed the convoy and went to the Qingshan Museum first.

   Along the newly built outer ring, we walked around to the museum, and everyone carefully carried the boxes in.

  The inside of the museum is as warm as spring, and there are special heating equipment here.

  After the work was over, everyone gathered around the box, with extremely eager eyes.

   Fatty Jin opened a box first with a smile: "Look, this is a Song edition book I found with my own hands."

  Everyone went up to watch and nodded: the paper is leather paper, and the font on it is solemn and majestic, which really shows the superb engraving and printing technology, no wonder Fatty Jin is so embarrassed.

   "This one is even more powerful. It is written by Lay Dongpo." Bai Erye also showed another treasure.

  The crowd gathered around again, a lot of praise, and of course there was no lack of envy.

   But these are appetizers, the real main course, or the two heavy items in exchange.

  Everyone gathered around the tallest wooden box. The workers of the museum carefully unpacked the box, first removing the outer wooden boards, and inside was a layer of cardboard boxes.

  After opening, all kinds of fillings were cleaned up, finally revealing the Liao three-color Arhat statue inside.

"Wow!"

   There was an exclamation in the hall.

   What appeared in front of my eyes was a yellow, green and white tricolor Buddha statue, which was the same body as a real person, sitting cross-legged in meditation.

  The face is lifelike, the hands are in the mudra in front of the abdomen, and the fingers are no different from real people.

  The colored sculpture is dressed in a green monk's robe and a golden cassock, and the folds of the clothes are completely visible.

  The whole statue of Arhat is solemn and dignified. Looking at it, people feel respect, which makes people have an impulse to worship.

   "Amitabha." I don't know who it is, but I can't help but recite it in my mouth.

  Researcher Shan also whispered in his mouth: "Back then, Master Jianzhen of Japan returned to his country for exhibition. There were poets singing like this, and the blind sage returned to his hometown, and the cauliflower was everywhere."

   "This situation is even better than that day!"

  Everyone nodded again and again. After all, the statue of Arhat in front of them really went home.

   "If all the three-color arhat statues of the Liao Dynasty living abroad can go home and reunite, I will die without regret." Fatty Jin also put away the smile on his face and became extremely serious.

  In Liu Qingshan's mind, he had secretly made a certain decision.

   There were also several reporters present, and after getting permission, they clicked to take pictures. This is a good news subject.

  Everyone admired it for a long time, and then invited the Arhat statue into the warehouse first, and made the corresponding booth display cabinet before it can be officially exhibited.

  Subsequently, two smaller boxes were also opened.

  Two of the most authentic Yuan blue and white dragon pattern elephant trunk bottles are displayed in front of everyone.

  Everyone's heart can only be described as shock.

   "The country's most important weapon." Researcher Shan shook his head while admiring.

   When he was in the Qingshan Museum and saw the two big pots with blue and white characters, he was already amazed.

  But compared with the two elephant trunk bottles in front of me, they are nothing.

  The experts admired, and then watched helplessly as the baby was put into the warehouse.

  Liu Qingshan is also satisfied: his museum now has three large blue and white vessels from the Yuan Dynasty, which is considered unique.

  The reporters also left excitedly, hurrying back to write articles.

   After all the outsiders dispersed, leaving Mr. Yuan Bai, Researcher Shan and others, Liu Qingshan opened a wooden box.

  Then Second Master Bai carefully held out the silk scroll from the inside. Seeing the appearance of Second Master, even when he was hugging his own grandson, he probably wasn't so careful.

  The picture scroll was laid flat on the table, and Bai Erye had already done a simple dust removal process, so the picture appeared much clearer.

  Mr. Yuan Bai took a magnifying glass and couldn't wait to check the seal on the painting.

   Several people around also held their breath, not daring to breathe.

   After watching for more than half an hour, Mr. Yuan Bai raised his head. He blinked vigorously, and his usually calm face was filled with excitement.

   Fatty Jin quickly helped the teacher to sit on the chair, and someone brought a cup of tea.

   Slowed down, the old man suddenly let out a long breath: "I can see the authentic painting of the master of painting, and I feel like I am in heaven."

  Hoo, everyone let out a sigh of relief, and Liu Qingshan clenched his fists: It is really Wu Daozi's authentic work.

   Now he just wants to look up to the sky and laugh three times: Sure enough, the emperor is worthy of his painstaking efforts. In the dark, God has his own will. This is under the guise of his hand to bring this national treasure back!

  Second Master Bai cried with joy at such an old age: "Don't worry, everyone, no matter what, I will completely restore this national treasure, otherwise, I will die with regret!"

   Fatty Jin danced like a child: "Haha, we actually found the works of the saint of painting. This matter is enough to brag about for a lifetime!"

  Although the real owner of this painting is Liu Qingshan, is this important to them?

   It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter at all, as long as this thing is preserved in the land of China, it is the common spiritual wealth of all people.

  As for the Qingshan Museum, with this painting saint's work, it is equivalent to owning the treasure of the town hall.

   Even the pickiest connoisseurs dare not say anything when they come here. This private museum is not up to the mark.

   What's more, in the Calligraphy and Painting Gallery, there are second-level national treasure paintings such as red and white hibiscus.

  In the Ceramics Hall, there are Ru kiln porcelain from the Song Dynasty, heavy blue and white wares from the Yuan Dynasty, chicken bowl cups from the Ming Dynasty, and official kiln porcelain from the Qing Dynasty, all of which have been passed down in an orderly manner.

  In the Bronze Hall, although there are no national treasures like the bronze tripods of the Shang and Zhou dynasties, Xuande stoves, bronze animal heads, etc. are also very precious.

  These are cultural relics that best represent Chinese characteristics, and Qingshan Museum has enough cultural relics to overwhelm the array.

   It can be said that compared with those large museums with Chinese prefixes, it is not inferior. Liu Qingshan is proud enough.

  However, Liu Qingshan is not complacent, because he knows that compared with the precious cultural relics lost overseas, his here is just a drop in the bucket and still needs to work hard.

   "How much is this painting by Wu Daozi worth?" Lao Mao couldn't help but asked a relatively unprofessional question.

  Because everyone knows that such a treasure is priceless, but there must be a value to measure it.

   "Ten million yuan is worth it after all." Researcher Shan sighed, even their museums are greedy.

   And Liu Qingshan knows better, now it is tens of millions of yuan, then in a few decades, it will be hundreds of millions, billions.

   This deal with the British Museum must be a huge profit.

  Mr. Yuan Bai exhorted: "Qingshan, let this sink for a few years before making an announcement to the public."

  Liu Qingshan nodded, and understood the old man's kindness.

  Looking at the time, it was already evening, so Liu Qingshan hurriedly went to the restaurant on the other side of the film and television city to celebrate.

  Mr. Yuan Bai shook his hand: "This big meal is enough for me to think about it for a long time."

  Everyone laughed together, why didn't they feel this way in their hearts?

  Spiritual food is even more memorable.

  Liu Qingshan arranged for a driver to send the old man back, and Fatty Jin followed him after a tiring journey.

  Researcher Shan and the others also bid farewell. They will have a long time to come. During this period of time, they must visit the Qingshan Museum frequently.

  Liu Qingshan led everyone back home, and when they arrived at Liulichang's house, it was already dark.

"elder brother!"

  Accompanied by a few crisp calls, the fourth, fifth, and sixth rushed up together, surrounded Liu Qingshan, jumping and jumping.

  Liu Qingshan patted their little heads one by one: "Go into the house, it's cold outside."

   "No matter how cold it is, it's not as cold as our hometown. Hurry up for the winter vacation, and then you can go home." The little brother grabbed his brother's arm and jumped into the house.

  The corners of Liu Qingshan's mouth also turned up slightly: Yes, it's time to go home. There are still daughter-in-law and children at home.

  The mother and the dumb grandpa were also there. After the dumb grandpa came back first, there was naturally a lot of excitement.

  After all, after receiving such a great honor, everyone was jubilant up and down.

  Grandpa Dumb was interviewed again by the Supreme Leader, and took the opportunity to submit a proposal on the development of the Chinese medicine industry.

  Then the dumb grandfather began to devote himself to the treatment of the king of the universe. This is a long-term process, and a medical team was established.

  The dumb grandpa gave a treatment plan, and the rest was in charge of the specific doctor, so the dumb grandpa was able to escape.

   Every few months in the future, just come to understand the situation.

  Little Six also has a job. The pills she prepared for Princess Sophia have also been sent to the embassy, ​​and she also received a call from Sophia.

  The family gathered together and were preparing to have dinner when they heard crackling firecrackers coming from the alley outside.

   "Let's set off firecrackers too." The little four immediately started to talk.

   "What day is it today?" Liu Qingshan asked in surprise.

  The youngest and fourth child giggled: "Brother, you are all confused, right? Today is New Year's Day, the year of the Gregorian calendar!"

  Liu Qingshan couldn't help but burst out laughing. During this period of time in the museum, he was so busy that his head was dizzy. Unexpectedly, the new year came again.

  The fourth and fifth children each carried a firecracker, and the sixth son was in charge of lighting the fire.

  Amidst the joyful sound of firecrackers, the smile on Liu Qingshan’s face was extraordinarily bright:

  Hello, 1992!

  A more magnificent era is coming...

  (end of this chapter)