"This Yang Renkai, try your best to encounter some bizarre things," Huang Yongyu patted Jiang Shan's arm:

"When we go to the countryside, it's just a pure trip to the countryside. But he is just like you. When we go to the countryside, we can meet masters."

"I... can't count that!" Jiang Shan could only chuckle.

"Why doesn't it count?" Huang Yongyu thought: "It is said that when you are in trouble, you meet an expert and you get lost and find treasures. Anyway, I didn't encounter them when I was in trouble."

"Heh, hum~"

Jiang Shan and Shao Bolin snorted at the same time.

"You met a master," Huang Yongyu said as if he hadn't heard anything. "Old Yang met a treasure."

"Lao Yang really picked up the treasure?"

"What kind of baby is it?"

"Do you all know "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio"?" Huang Yongyu asked and answered: "When Yang Renkai went to the countryside, he actually found two volumes of the manuscript of "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio". Do you think it's strange?"

"Pu Songling himself?"

"Absolutely, otherwise it wouldn't be much of a treasure."

"That's not easy."

"where?"

"Liaobo, I found it in their place."

"No wonder..."

"Teacher," the classmate outside the window reminded him: "You haven't said yet, what exactly is that packet of scraps of paper?"

"Oh, by the way," Huang Yongyu just remembered this:

"At that time, Lao Yang reached into the sack and took out a piece of shredded paper. After careful identification, it turned out to be a scrap of the Qing Palace Seal. He quickly grabbed another handful... This time, he directly reported one person's name."

"who?"

"Mi Fu (fu)," Huang Yongyu was afraid that students would not understand, so he added: "All the great calligraphers in the Northern Song Dynasty, including Huizong of the Song Dynasty, were learning his calligraphy."

"What a pity," Wu Xiaobang shook his head after hearing this: "It's broken into pieces like this."

"It's very rare even if it's broken," Huang Yongyu said: "After flipping through a few more cards, the young man on the side couldn't wait any longer, so Lao Yang asked the big man to give him the money first."

"one thousand?"

"No, otherwise they wouldn't agree. After the money and goods were settled, Lao Yang asked the boy for his home address, but no one told him. He could only ask him to send these things to him if he had any more."

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

"After that, Lao Yang worked hard all afternoon, getting more and more excited as he worked harder, and even called his old friend Zhang Heng over to help.

Zhang Heng is the one who is most obsessed with Mi Fu.

The two worked excitedly for several days, and finally spelled out 37 national treasure-level calligraphy and paintings from this bag of scraps of paper."

Among them are the treasures of Su Shi and Chen Po, and Mi Fu's "Poetry on Tiaoxi River" is missing only eight characters.

"That's not like making a lot of money." Jiang Shan was envious.

"It depends on who makes the profit," Huang Yongyu gave Jiang Shan an expression:

"Do you know? Until now, the museum has not paid the 1,000 yuan to Rongbaozhai!"

"Everything was taken away by the museum? Nothing was left in Rongbaozhai?"

"Even the sacks were taken away!"

In a room full of veteran cadres, no one had any doubts.

Jiang Shan returned Huang Yongyu's look: "It's normal if you think about it carefully."

"No," Huang Yongyu said wisely: "After liberation, Rongbaozhai has long been a state-owned unit. If it is not the Ba family, who is the Ba family? We should all learn from it."

At the moment when the sunset completely set, several vans drove out of the Dunhuang Research Institute one after another.

"Hoo~"

Fan Jinshi let out a breath, and Chang Shuhong laughed.

"Are you tired? Xiaofan."

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

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

Chang Shuhong nodded: "That's right, it's incomparable to our usual workload."

"hehe."

"Who will help you take care of the children at this time?" Chang Shuhong turned around and asked, "Go back and take a look quickly."

"Hey, I'll go back first."

In the dim hut, Peng Xiaomin didn't see his mother when he was waiting on the left, and he didn't see his mother when he waited on the right.

Skillfully, he climbed onto the back chair and stretched out his little hand to pull the light cord.

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

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

Soon he burst out laughing happily.

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

"Mom, you are finally back,"

Five-year-old Peng Xiaomin, when he saw his mother coming back, he quickly opened his little hands to welcome her.

At the beginning, some colleagues would help her look after the children.

As time goes by, it will just be that way.

After all, it is not easy.

"You can't eat so many fruit candies," Fan Jinshi glanced at the candy wrappers on the table:

"Otherwise, if your tooth hurts, you won't be able to find a dentist in Mogao Grottoes."

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

"Wait a minute and you'll find out."

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

Boil a pot of water, open the lid of a can of malted milk, and open a can of fruit.

Tonight, she decided to let her children enjoy their food.

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

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

Peng Xiaomin's eyes were so happy that his eyes were bent.

"My dear fellow," Fan Jinshi looked at her son's smiling face: "I'm not going to eat steamed buns today. How about we go back to the meat shop?"

"Okay." Peng Xiaomin applauded warmly.

Fan Jinshi opened a cookie tin with force and looked at the various shapes of cookies in the iron box.

Fan Jinshi himself swallowed his saliva.

"Mom, look,"

Xiaomin pointed to Fan Jinshi's bedside. There was an identical cookie jar next to the pillow.

There is no difference except that it is older.

That was the iron box Fan Jinshi used to store family photos.

When I looked at it again, I couldn't help but feel a sore nose.

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

"Come, Xiaomin,"

Fan Jinshi picked up the porcelain jar and poured some malted milk into her son's small cup: "Cheers to mom!"

"Cheers~"

The lonely and vast Mogao Grottoes are dark and desolate.

Several cabins with warm yellow lights accompany each other with the stars in the sky.

From one of them, bursts of laughter could be heard from time to time.

If you listen carefully, you can also hear the clanging of iron spoons and glass cans.

…

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