Quickly wear me and start a career in this plane

With their abilities, Jiang Min and Jiang Chen thought they would just be taken into a coffin and never see the light of day again.

"Will young people like these?" Jiang Min asked hesitantly.

"Of course I do," Qianxun replied without hesitation.

"It's not just about restoring cultural relics, today's young people also like all kinds of culture, and national pride has awakened in this generation." Qianxun handed over his mobile phone and told them that these short videos with strong cultural colors are from Young hands.

"Boss, times have really changed. Our old skills are finally being valued." Tears flashed across Jiang Min's eyes.

"Xiao Qian, I think your understanding is pretty good. Why don't you become our first apprentice." Jiang Min saw that Qian Xun was good at everything.

"Okay." Qianxun agreed immediately.

"Master, please take it easy, you yourself came from the painting." System 001 quickly reminded her to pay attention.

"Okay, I'll be careful not to get splashed with ink." Qianxun calculated that he had completed the task.

Bringing all the artifacts home, she did.

"Master, are you really not going to leave this plane right away?" System 001 was a little confused as to what it was about this plane that attracted its master to stay.

"Your progress bar can still last for more than ten years." Qianxun smiled slyly.

System 001 jumped immediately, "When did you know this? Master, you have become cunning."

In the past, Qianxun would disappear as soon as he finished his task.

It doesn’t tell what happened to the original owner later.

Qianxun wanted to say that the original owner would never come back. Everyone has only one life. If you waste it without cherishing it, it will only leave you with regrets. The original owner has to swallow this bitter pill.

Jiang Min's skills in restoring cultural relics are very high. Because of the age of the ancient book, once it is exposed to humid air, the paper will be damaged and fall down.

Qianxun has a strong sense of comprehension. She learns while watching, starting with the simplest repairs and increasing the difficulty step by step.

Mother Jiang smiled happily.

This apprentice was not in vain, his talents and abilities were first-class, he cared about and cherished these cultural relics very much, and he had such an innocent heart that she found it very rare even after seeing them.

"Teacher Jiang, do you mind if I promote our cultural relics in another way?" Qianxun introduced these cultural relics in a way that young people like.

For example, personify the cultural relics, write a short story, and then find young people who love these cultural relics to make a short play to promote it.

After reading it, Jiang Min agreed with her actions.

"Xiao Qian, do you think Uncle Jiang and I are both antiques?" Jiang Min said with a smile.

"No, I know teacher, you keep pace with the times, and the things we play are all leftovers from your previous games." Qianxun acted coquettishly.

"Teacher, I want to open a training class, starting from childhood." Qianxun calculated that she still has ten years to stay in this plane.

"This is a good idea." A hint of surprise flashed in Jiang Min's eyes.

"I can't do it alone. These cultural relics can be passed down for a long time. Our next generation and the next generation are the hope of the future." Qianxun may not live as long as these two old people.

The dolls Qianxun selected by himself were all extremely talented, with good roots and Miaohong. Qianxun taught them all the skills he had learned from Jiang Min and his wife.

"I also set up a fund, and the money in it is specially used to collect from those who like our culture and publicity cultural relics." Qianxun left this plane after arranging all the following matters.

Qianxun breathed a sigh of relief, knowing that she had entered the next plane.

"Mom, I know you're in there?" A boy said weakly through the door.

"Open the door. Both you and her are the most important people to me. I don't want to make a choice." The other party seemed to be in great pain and entanglement.

"Tongzi, give me the plot." Qianxun probably guessed what he was going to face.

"Okay, Master." After System 001 finished speaking, the plot of this plane was transmitted to Qianxun's mind.

The original owner, Zeng Qianxun, wanted to marry a man when she was young, regardless of the opposition of her family.

As a result, the man she loved ran away with another woman while she was in confinement.

She was both a father and a mother, and managed to raise her son. For the sake of her son's physical and mental health, she gave up remarrying.

The original owner had suffered the consequences of love, and now he was staring at his only son, seeking death.

She would not agree to the life or death of the girl her son liked.

The original owner's son was forced to break up with the girl he was in love with.

It wasn't until the original owner died that his son got married. But after the marriage, the original owner's son was neither happy nor happy.

The original owner's son suffered from depression, couldn't think about it anymore, and passed away.

"If you die, you will die. Anyway, I am his legal wife. He has become a cheap father, and the property belongs to both of us." The original owner finally found out that the eldest grandson she longed for was someone else's son.

The original owner has nothing.

Qianxun opened her eyes and sighed. The original owner was also confused. Just because she was in love and married the wrong person, she wanted to morally kidnap her son and control his life.

"Mom, please open the door. You haven't even eaten. You can't go on like this." Qiao Zhang was tangled in his heart. He knew that it was not easy for his own mother to raise him, and he didn't want to hurt his own mother.

Qiao Zhang raised his hand to knock again, but saw the door open from the inside.

"Mom, I made millet porridge for you and cooked your favorite dishes. You go down and eat some to fill your stomach." Qiao Zhang said with a concerned look on his face.

"Son, do you really like that girl?" Qianxun asked in a very tactful tone, fearing that she would lose her character.

"Mom, Shinian is a good girl. I like her very much. If I want to choose someone to be my wife, I won't marry her." Qiao Zhang was still fighting for his own happiness.

Qianxun said nothing.

Qiao Zhang suddenly felt that things had turned around. As he said, his mother did not lose her temper and was not desperate for life or death.

"What's that look in your eyes? I have to sit on the ground and pat my thighs and cry loudly, saying that you are unfilial and that you don't want your mother when you have a woman." Qianxun picked up the millet porridge and took a sip. It tasted good. He raised his eyes and glanced at Qiao Shan. eyes.

"Mom, I don't. How could a woman as elegant and intellectual as my mother be able to do such things?" Qiao Zhang observed the words and expressions and made Qian Xun happy.

"Where did you come from? Where are you going? I won't interfere in your life. You can marry that woman if you want. But when you get married, you have to treat her wholeheartedly." Qianxun changed the subject, and Qiao Zhang's mouth widened in surprise.

"Close your mouth and smile like a fool." Qianxun rolled her eyes at him in disgust.

"Mom, we don't live together. Shinian still lives at her uncle's house." Qiao Zhang was worried that his mother would mind the girl's style.

"You are not a young person." Before Qian Xun finished speaking, Qiao Zhang looked at her aggrievedly.