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This way, they are worried, this is equivalent to carrying more than 1 million US dollars, in case something goes wrong.

"Sanfeng, hurry up and return the property to the original owner. The next time something like this happens, don't look for me. You don't feel at ease. If you sell your second teacher, you won't be able to pay for it."

Uncle Mao'er handed over the suitcase to Liu Qingshan, and then he felt relaxed, and then naturally Emma pinched him twice: "If I want to sell it, I will sell you first!"

"The key is that no one wants me." Old Maoer laughed happily.

"Okay, how old are you, and you are still showing affection here." Liu Qingshan went up to say hello to Bai Erye and the others.

Fatty Jin cupped his hands cheerfully: "Brother Qingshan, please accept my worship."

"Which song are you singing?" Liu Qingshan waved his hand.

Fatty Jin said: "This is what my teacher ordered before I came. Brother Qingshan's move is a great gift."

Second Master Bai followed suit and nodded: "It's a blessing that these treasures can return to the country, and you, Qingshan, have contributed a lot."

Everyone who studies cultural relics in China, who doesn't want to get all the overseas treasures back, but they have no intentions and have always regretted it.

Liu Qingshan's ability to do this is of course worthy of admiration.

"Everyone, don't be impatient, take your time, I believe that as long as our motherland becomes stronger and stronger, it should be ours, and it will come back sooner or later."

Liu Qingshan is full of confidence in the future.

"Okay, I'll try to live a few more years, and wait until that day." Second Master Bai was also in high spirits.

Everyone laughed together, and then they got into the car and went into the city together.

The next day, a group of people came from the museum, led by the deputy curator Johansson, mainly to identify the two oil paintings. After confirming that they were correct, they signed and collected them.

Then, Liu Qingshan and his party were brought into the British Museum by special car.

They did not go to the various exhibition halls, but were led directly to the warehouse of the museum.

The British Museum has accumulated for hundreds of years, or it has been plundered for hundreds of years, and there are too many collections.

In the huge exhibition hall in front, more than 8 works of art are exhibited, which only accounts for one percent of the total.

Under the guidance of the deputy curator and administrator, Liu Qingshan and his party were first brought into a storage room numbered C5.

All you can see are rows of tall and neat mahogany cabinets. Through the glass windows, you can see that there are compartments inside the cabinets, and various manuscripts are placed on them.

The manuscripts were all numbered in detail, and the administrator, wearing gloves, carefully took out a copy.

The surface is sealed with acid-removing clear resin, so the paper and ink inside are preserved very well.

The text on it should be a transcribed Buddhist scripture from Dunhuang.

Seeing the familiar brush and ink and square characters, Liu Qingshan's heart was also stabbed sharply.

Even Fatty Jin, who was always cheerful, became serious at this moment, with complicated expressions in his eyes.

Deputy curator Johansson didn't seem to pay attention to the expressions of these guests. He still talked freely: "This is Mr. Stein. Most of the documents rescued from your country are stored in the British Library, and some of them are here."

"Where are those murals and scrolls?" Bai Erye asked suddenly.

"Those cultural relics are all treasured in the Stein Museum."

Johansson shrugged, and then continued: "According to the agreement signed by both of us, you can choose a thousand volumes of ancient books, these are the best preserved, please hurry up and choose."

This is the result of Lu Fang and Boban bargaining with each other.

In addition to the Yuan blue-and-white dragon pattern elephant trunk bottle and the Liao three-color Arhat statue, it also comes with [-] pages of ancient books.

A thousand pages sounds like a lot, but compared with the vast collection of the British Museum, it is just a drop in the bucket.

You know, the cultural relics that Stein took away back then were pulled by carts.

When Fatty Jin and the others heard this, they geared up and prepared to make a selection.

Liu Qingshan waved his hand: "Since these are preserved so well, let's keep them here."

Deputy curator Johansson didn't understand, and looked at Liu Qingshan suspiciously.

Liu Qingshan continued: "We heard that some cultural relics are on the verge of damage due to their age and improper preservation. Let's take a look at those."

Johansson nodded, and he kind of understood: people just want junk.

That being the case, of course he has no objection, and Johansson kept complimenting him: "Mr. Mountain, I deeply admire your sentiment."

How could Liu Qingshan have the heart to talk to him, his intention was very simple, but he wanted to save more cultural relics.

As for these well-preserved ones, one day, we will take them back intact!

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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 done very well, but Liu Qingshan and the others still feel a musty smell blowing towards them.

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.

"I'm a prodigal, I..." Second Master Bai even scolded directly.

Fortunately, these foreigners do not 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.

In the process of tidying up, there were sighs and curses from time to time.

A lot of paper is already dilapidated, with big holes and small eyes.

There are also some materials that are made of silk, all of 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.

Before I knew it, the whole morning passed, and not even one-tenth of the items in the room were completed.

"Mr. Mountain, I'm off work." Deputy curator Johansson came in to remind him.

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!"

Only then did Liu Qingshan check the time: "Call work first, and continue in the afternoon."

Only then did everyone reluctantly put down the work at hand and file 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 fees?"

Liu Qingshan pointed to Second Master Bai and smiled: "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 for Second Master Bai, and the old man immediately stared: "Ask me to work hard for them, no way, I'm going to get 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 Second Master Bai understood the reason for this, but asking him to work here was 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 the treatment of experts.

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, and it is better than nothing.

In the afternoon, everyone continued to fight.

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

As a deputy curator, he can't always be here to accompany him. In the afternoon, he will be 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 close to Liu Qingshan and whispered.

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

As Liu Qingshan spoke, 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 were like smoke, the handwriting on them was mottled, and there were 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.

That's right, 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 can only have a half-knowledge of China's 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 was more motivated, fighting for three days in a row, and sorted out the items in this collection room.

It's just a preliminary tidying up. As for the subsequent finishing, it's meticulous work and takes time.

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

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

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

Hundreds of pages were also selected out of them, all of which they planned to take back.

These have 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 are taking a day off 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 really afraid that the old man would not be able to hold on.

Bai Erye 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 again and continued to fight.

Liu Qingshan followed suit, seeing a large box under the shelf with a large stack 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 improved a little bit with the busy work of Bai Erye and the others.

He knew that the calligraphy and paintings on silk were generally older, and relatively speaking, they might 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 serious. There is no color on the screen, and the content on the painting is also blurred. Only a large group of people can be seen densely.

"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.