Hello, 1983

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.

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

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

"Boss, they're out!" Cao Xiaofei shouted, and everyone rushed up to meet him.

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

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

Liu Qingshan was also quite surprised, and hurried forward: "Old sir, why are you here on such a cold day!"

Mr. Yuan Bai raised his hand and waved it gently: "If you don't take a look, it will be difficult to sleep and eat."

Liu Qingshan naturally knew what the old man was talking about, so he didn't say more, greeted Wang Xiaobing and Cao Xiaofei, and helped the old man to get into the car first.

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

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

In addition to the coming bus, there were also several passenger and trucks, all of which were also on standby.

After the checked items have been collected, the loading will begin.

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

There are two smaller ones, too.

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

Of course, Liu Qingshan couldn't go home first. He followed the team and went to the Qingshan Museum first.

Along the newly repaired outer ring, around to the museum, everyone carefully carried the boxes in.

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

After the work was done, everyone crowded around the box, and their eyes were extremely eager.

Fatty Jin smiled and opened a box first: "Look,

This is the Song edition book I found with my own hands. "

Everyone went up to watch and nodded their heads: the paper is vellum, and the fonts on it are solemn and grand, and they really show superb engraving and printing techniques.

"This one is even more powerful. It's a handwriting by the lay master Dongpo." Second Master Bai also showed another treasure.

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

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

Everyone gathered around the tallest wooden box. The workers of the museum carefully unpacked the box. First, the outer wooden board was removed, and the inside was a layer of cardboard box.

After opening, all kinds of fillers were cleaned up, finally revealing the Liao Sancai Arhat statue inside.

"Wow!"

There was an exclamation in the hall.

What appeared in front of him was a three-colored Buddha statue in yellow, green and white, in the same body as the real person, sitting cross-legged in meditation.

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

The color sculpture is dressed in a green monk's robe and a golden cassock, and the folds of the clothes are all delicate.

The whole statue of Arhat, the treasure is solemn, looks respectful, and makes people have an urge to pay homage

"Amitabha." I don't know who it is, I recited it in my mouth, and I couldn't help thinking about it.

Researcher Shan also said softly: "In those days, the master Jianzhen of Dongying was like returning to China to exhibit, there were poets singing like this, the blind sage returned to his hometown, and the cauliflower was yellow all over the place."

"This situation is better than today!"

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

"If all the Liao Sancai Arhat statues 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 heart, he had already made a secret decision.

There were also several reporters present, and after being allowed to take pictures, this is a good news subject.

Everyone admired it for a long time, and only then did the statue of Arhats first be invited to the warehouse, and the corresponding booth display cabinets must be made before it can be officially displayed.

Subsequently, two slightly smaller boxes were also opened.

Two extremely positive Yuan blue-and-white dragon-patterned elephant trunk bottles were displayed in front of everyone.

Everyone's heart can only be described as shock.

"The most important weapon of the country." Researcher Shan shook his head while admiring.

When he saw the two large pots of blue and white figures in the Qingshan Museum, he was already amazed.

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

The experts admired it, and then watched the baby be put into the warehouse.

Liu Qingshan is also satisfied: his museum now has three pieces of Yuan blue and white artifact, which can be regarded as unique.

The reporters also left in a hurry, and took the time to go back to write articles.

After the outsiders were all gone, only Mr. Yuan Bai, Researcher Shan and others were left, and then Liu Qingshan opened a wooden box.

Then the second master Bai took out the silk scroll from the inside with great care. Looking at the appearance of the second master, even when he was hugging his own grandson, he probably wasn't so careful.

The picture scroll is laid flat on the table, and it has been simply dusted by Bai Erye, so the picture appears much clearer. Mr. Yuan Bai held a magnifying glass and couldn't wait to check the seal on the painting.

The few people around also held their breaths, not daring to let out the air.

After watching it for more than half an hour, Mr. Yuan Bai raised his head. He blinked his eyes vigorously, and his always indifferent face was extremely excited.

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

After slowing down, the old gentleman suddenly let out a long breath: "I can see the authentic work of the Holy Painting, fluttering and wanting to be immortal."

Huh, everyone let out a sigh of relief, and Liu Qingshan clenched his fists: It's really the real work of Wu Daozi.

Now he just wants to look up to the sky and laugh three times: As expected, the emperor is not worthy of the painstaking efforts. In the dark, there is God's will. This is under the guise of his hand to bring this national treasure back!

Bai Erye 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!"

Fatty Jin danced like a child, "Haha, we were able to discover Huasheng's works, this thing is enough for a lifetime!"

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

Not important, not important 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, it is equivalent to owning the treasure of the town hall.

Even the pickiest appraiser would not dare to say anything else when he came here, this private museum is not good enough.

What's more, in the painting and calligraphy hall, there are second-class national treasure-level paintings such as red and white hibiscus.

In the ceramic hall, there are Ru kiln porcelain from Song Dynasty, blue and white heavy ware from Yuan Dynasty, chicken pot cup from Ming Dynasty, and official kiln porcelain from Qing Dynasty, all of which are inherited and ordered.

In the Bronze Hall, although there are no important national weapons like the Shang and Zhou bronze dings, but the Xuande furnace, bronze animal heads, etc., are also very precious.

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

It can be said that compared to those large museums with national prefixes, it is not inferior. Liu Qingshan is proud of himself.

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

"What is the value of this Wu Daozi painting?" The old hat still couldn't help but asked a rather layman's question.

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

"Tens of millions of yuan is worth it after all." Researcher Shan sighed, even if they were a museum, they would be greedy.

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

This transaction with the British Museum is sure to be a huge profit.

Mr. Yuan Bai instructed: "Qingshan, this will be sank for a few years before it is announced to the public.

Liu Qingshan nodded and understood the old gentleman's goodwill.

Looking at the time, it was already evening, and Liu Qingshan went to the restaurant over there to celebrate.

Old Mr. Yuan Bai shook his hand: "This meal is enough for me to remember for a long time.

Everyone was laughing 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. Fatty Jin was tired from his journey and followed him back.

Researcher Shan and the others also said their goodbyes. They have been in Japan for a long time. During this time, they will definitely visit the Qingshan Museum frequently. Only then did Liu Qingshan lead the group home. By the time they arrived at Liulichang's house, it was already dark.

"elder brother!'

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

Liu Qingshan patted their little heads one by one: "Go ahead, 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 fourth grabbed his brother's arm and jumped into the house.

The corners of Liu Qingshan's mouth were also slightly raised: Yes, it's time to go home, there are still daughters-in-law and children at home.

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

After all, to get such a big honor, everyone up and down is full of joy.

The dumb grandpa also received the highest interview again, and took the opportunity to submit a proposal on the development of the Chinese medicine industry.

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

The mute grandpa gave a treatment plan, and the rest was handled by a specific doctor, and the mute grandpa was able to escape.

Check back every few months to find out.

Xiao Liuzi also has a job. The pills she prepared for Princess Sophia have also been delivered to the embassy, ​​and she also received a call from Sophia.

When the family gathered around and prepared to eat dinner, they heard the sound of crackling firecrackers in the alley outside. "Let's set off firecrackers as well." The little elder immediately raised his eyebrows.

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

The little old man smiled and said, "Brother, you are all too confused, aren't you, today is New Year's Day, the Gregorian calendar year!"

Liu Qingshan didn't realize that he was dumbfounded and laughed. During this period of time in the museum, he was so busy that he couldn't imagine that a new year would come.

The fourth and the fifth each carried a firecracker, and the sixth child was responsible for lighting the fire.

In the cheerful sound of firecrackers, the smile on Liu Qingshan's face was extraordinarily bright:

Hello, 1992!

A more magnificent era is coming