I don't want to solve the case when I'm a little policeman.

Chapter 40 Restoration of Ancient Paintings
After receiving the ancient painting, they didn't go back to the museum or the police station. Under the command of Zhao Yuanshan, a group of people turned into a quiet courtyard. It turned out that Zhao Yuanshan's master lived here, a nearly 90-year-old national treasure cultural relic. Restoration experts.

It was already late at night, but the old man was already sitting in the studio waiting for everyone.

According to the regulations of the Municipal Bureau, there must be at least two policemen following the ancient paintings. Xu Zheng and an old criminal policeman followed into the old man's studio.

Dean Bai whispered a few words to him, then the old man waved his hand resolutely, and asked Zhao Yuanshan to open the ancient painting. It was really broken in two pieces. The old man was very distressed, and touched the ancient painting with trembling hands, " This is our national treasure, it has been preserved for more than 900 years, what a pity, what a pity."

Dean Bai and Zhao Yuanshan looked at each other, feeling ashamed. After all, the ancient painting was stolen from the Changming City Museum.

Then the three old men began to discuss who would restore the ancient painting. It turned out that it was not difficult to restore this section. What was difficult was that Song Huizong's characters were polluted by ink. written like.

Like this painting, it is best to give it to one person to restore it. In this way, during the restoration process of ancient paintings, the restorer can better understand the mind of the painter at that time and Song Huizong's mood when he saw Zhang Xuan's painting by a special painter for the court. Turn to the artistic conception of the inscription.

It turned out that this painting was drawn by the craftsmen who painted for the emperor. After they finished the painting, they stamped it with the emperor's inscription. Tsk, it's no wonder that Song Huizong left so many paintings with different styles. It turns out there is this reason .

Dean Bai proposed several candidates to restore the ancient paintings, but the old people shook their heads and objected, mainly because they couldn't write the true meaning of Song Huizong's thin gold body.

In fact, Zhao Yuanshan's skill in restoring ancient paintings is also good, but he is not sure about those few words, "Master, why don't you let the younger brother come?"

When Dean Bai heard this, his frowning brows relaxed a bit, but then they frowned deeply again, "Uncle Liu, Brother Zhao, hasn't Yan Guiliu been out of this business for more than ten years?"

"Principal Bai, don't worry. Although he has resigned from the museum for more than ten years, he has never let go of his craftsmanship, and he still has a lot of high-tech equipment there, which is no worse than that of Ziwei Palace. As for Guiliu's current craftsmanship, I am Ashamed of myself."

In fact, there is one thing that Zhao Yuanshan didn't say, he knew that Dean Bai must have heard about Yan Guiliu's incident, after all, the circle is so small.

At that time, Yan Guiliu listened to his friend's slander, and imitated a copybook of Song Huizong's thin gold script while half-drunk and half-awake. Who would have thought that his friend would use forged means to move this copybook onto ancient rice paper, and then sell it for sale? The sky-high price went out.

After the incident, Yan Guiliu was also implicated by his friends and quit the world of painting and calligraphy.

In the end, at the insistence of Dean Bai and Zhao Yuanshan, the old man agreed to let Yan Guiliu have a try.

Two hours later, it was already past three o'clock in the morning, just when Xu Zheng fell asleep and wanted to sleep, a handsome man in his 40s came in from outside.

After some politeness, it turned out that this was Yan Guiliu. Xu Zheng thought he was very familiar, but he couldn't remember who it was for a while. Soon, Yan Guiliu went to the desk and carefully inspected the ancient painting, especially the broken part. There are still a few small potholes, and finally staring at the twenty or so thin gold bodies of Emperor Huizong of Song Dynasty, especially the three places contaminated by ink.

Finally, he narrowed his eyes and smiled charmingly, "Master, Dean Bai, I think I can try."

After confirming the candidate, everyone breathed a sigh of relief, but the next step is even more troublesome. The restoration of ancient paintings requires a very long preparation time and requires a lot of materials. Some materials are no longer available, especially those used by Song Huizong. It is really hard to find rice paper in the market now.

"For the piece of rice paper, I asked Ziwei Palace to send two calligraphy and painting collections of Emperor Huizong of Song Dynasty overnight, and took some rice paper from it. As for the raw materials for repairing this ancient painting, Ziwei Palace is also out of stock now, and it was repaired continuously last month. Three paintings."

The old man doesn't have it here either, he hasn't done it for many years, and Changming City, including Zhao Yuanshan, doesn't have any. It is very difficult to find the materials needed for ancient paintings that are more than 900 years old.

At five o'clock in the morning, Xu Zheng drove. The destination was an ancient town in the south of the Yangtze River, which had not been developed. Yan Guiliu was sitting in the car. Only now did Xu Zheng know that this is a well-known investment expert in Shanghai. tens of billions.

The purpose of their trip to the ancient town was to collect materials needed for the restoration of ancient paintings, but these materials surprised Xu Zhengda. The first stop was an old bamboo house. Seeing Xu Zheng's curious eyes, Yan Guiliu smiled, " The curtain made of old bamboo strings is a tool for drying empty paper, and the bamboo clothes attached to the bamboo tube can increase the toughness of the pulp.”

After speaking, he took out the tools in the trunk and asked Xu Zheng to go up to the roof to take down a few bamboos. Then, he took a carving knife, split the bamboos, and took out a knife as thin as a cicada's wing to slowly scrape the bamboo. The bamboo clothes on the bamboo tube had a focused expression and piercing and deep eyes. At this moment, it was impossible for people to think that he was still a tens of billionaire.

At the next stop, I found a beekeeper. Yan Guiliu wanted to buy wasp legs. Of course, the beekeeper refused at first, but after a series of numbers, he turned around and became a bee killer.

Seeing the awkwardness on Xu Zheng's face, Yan Guiliu explained: "The hornet's legs are used to make paper pulp. For honeycombs that are more than three years old, the petals of fern plants can be used as paint for painting."

Well, Xu Zheng thought that he was a soy sauce maker, but next, the two found a beehive for three years through the beekeeper's guidance, and Yan Guiliu asked Xu Zheng to pick it up with a smirk on his face.

Take, how to take this, Xu Zheng wanted to scold in his heart, others respect you as a billionaire, but I, Xu Zheng, still have a system.

In the end, under the mission of completing the mission, the two finally obtained the hive through an indescribable process. The price was that they were stung a few times, and they ran five miles of dirt road at once, stopped and continued to collect ferns petals.

Finally came to the last item, collecting the dandruff of the old man. Seeing Xu Zheng's weird expression, Yan Guiliu shrugged his shoulders, "The old man's dandruff and crushed bones can make ancient painting paper eroded by dust. Effect, so this thing must be collected, not less."

There was no way, Xu Zheng used Yan Guiliu's money to gather the old people in the village, and while giving the money, he helped the old people blow the dandruff off their heads with an electric fan.

This morning, I finally got this part of the raw materials, and the rest had to be restored to the ancient painting in Yan Guiliu's studio in the magic capital. It is said that the ancient painting can no longer leave Changming City at this time, but under the supervision of Dean Bai and the others Persisting, eight policemen were finally sent to stare at the ancient painting for two and a half days.

Xu Zheng was also "lucky" to be assigned here. Yan Guiliu's studio is super large. It not only has various tools and materials for restoring ancient paintings, but also various high-tech equipment, such as a thickness measuring instrument, which is accurate to Micron scanners, automatic steamers, color analyzers and more.

Next, Yan Guiliu seemed to be a different person, serious and conscientious. It took a day to prepare all kinds of raw materials, and then to deal with the washing core, that is, to wash the old paintings, scald them with hot water, and use sheep to clean them. Squeeze out the dirty water with a belly towel.

Then there is the fate paper.
If it wasn't for Dean Bai and Grandpa Zhao explaining it to Xu Zheng, at first he really thought that Yan Guiliu was destroying ancient paintings, and he was really a layman watching the fun.

A long time has passed, and with Yan Guiliu's last stroke, he began to make old and framed again. A picture that is completely comparable to the Boston Museum's "Imitation of Zhang Xuan's Pounding and Practice" appeared in front of everyone. Unexpectedly, the ancient painting Through restoration and framing, it looks more primitive and historical.

After thanking Yan Guiliu, everyone hurried to the Changming City Museum. Today is the third day. Those mustaches from the Sun Country have been waiting in the museum for a long time. Finally, amidst their impatient loud noises, this painting was restored to perfection. The ancient painting was placed in front of them.

(End of this chapter)