Fisherman's Secret

Haida Academy of Art?

Fang Jing stood still. Although he had a wide range of hobbies and liked many things, he was convinced that in his short 26-year career, he had nothing to do with something as delicate and delicate as art.

"Hello, hello." Since it is his alma mater, although Fang Jing was confused, he still asked warmly and friendlyly, "May I help you?"

"That's right. I'm a professor at the School of Art. My surname is Yu. At the end of last year, our School of Art joined forces with the forensic science department of the medical school to set up a forensic sculpture laboratory, and hired Professor Liao, a forensic medicine painter who is well-known at home and abroad. Teacher, instruct students to use clay to reshape and restore the skull of the deceased based on the known information of the deceased, such as age, bone, height, gender, and human characteristics."

"We saw the news that Mr. Fang caught a boatload of skeletons on TV a few days ago. We learned that Mr. Fang hoped to identify the skeletons, so we contacted Professor Lu. I wonder if Mr. Fang is willing to cooperate?"

Fang Jing was taken aback. He went to the Academy of Art when he was in college. It was a small western-style building, and the girls were all pretty. Most of the boys had long hair and beards, and they looked weak.

But what the hell is the forensic sculpture laboratory?

He made a wish on the ghost flower, not just for fun, but really eager to identify the identities of these skeletons, not for some students to practice their hands, okay?

However, when it comes to Professor Lu, it is not easy to refuse, Fang Jing thought for a while, and said: "I have this plan, but I can't make it clear on the phone for a while, if Professor Yu doesn't mind, we can talk about it someday when we meet. "

Professor Yu probably also thought that this is a big project, it will not be completed in a day or two, and it will take a lot of manpower, material and financial resources, and he can't understand a few words on the phone, so he readily agreed: "Okay, okay, what's the matter with Mr. Fang?" Come to Haicheng when you have time, and we will talk in person.”

Fang Jing hung up the phone, shook his head, thinking that someday he would go to Haicheng when he was free.

Cen Jiu raised his eyebrows and asked, "What's wrong?"

Fang Jing said: "There is an art academy who wants to help identify skulls."

Cen Jiu: "?!!"

Do not understand.

"There is a profession in this world called a forensic artist."

"Forensic artist?" He understands artists, but forensic?

"It's the person who dissects the dead and judges the cause of death."

Cen Jiu nodded: "Oh, Wu Zuo?"

"..." Fang Jing.

"Basically, the nature is the same. An artist who is familiar with the anatomical structure of the human body is so powerful that he can use 3D modeling based on a skeleton or a piece of bone to draw what this person looked like in life."

Cen Jiu exclaimed: "It's amazing!"

Brother Anwei has lived in this world for nearly a year. He knows that there are many technologies in this world that have completely subverted his previous cognition, such as all kinds of magical boxes that have been eye-opening for him. What did this person look like before?

This is simply a magic skill.

Fang Jing was speechless for a long time, and finally he could only touch the back of his head: "Young man, read more books, and play less brainless games like Penguin's."

Cen Jiuzhong nodded: "En."

At first he thought he already knew a lot, but now it seems that he still has a lot to learn.

The two came to the brigade headquarters, and Fang Jing took out the key to open the door. The empty room looked like a super-large warehouse, with the wreck of the sunken ship that Fang Jing dragged up in the center.

Fang Jing looked up at the giant, with tears streaming down his face.

He has neither the time nor the interest in studying history, let alone a hobby of collecting.So, let someone tow this wreck away, he really can't afford it.

Cen Jiu rubbed the back of his neck vigorously: "Why this expression?"

He was so happy when the boat was picked up, but now he is crying every day.

Fang Jing sighed: "I can't afford to support this uncle."

Cen Jiu: "..."

People in this world are so weird, they spend so much money just to catch shipwrecks, and they still treat them like treasures.The secret guard from Daqi said that he did not understand the brain circuits of people in this world.

"Because it's a cultural relic." Fang Jing wiped his face and resigned himself to the initial desalination and anticorrosion work on the sunken ship.

Basically, it was him who spoke, and Cen Jiu did it. The two of them worked for a long time, and they locked the door and went back until the sun was setting.

On the way back, Fang Jing thought to himself, why don't you call Professor Lu and ask if their college needs another modern shipwreck, even if the money is a little less, it doesn't matter, as long as you drag this living ancestor back, you don't have to pay for expensive maintenance Fee will do.

Mother Fang was picking vegetables in the yard, saw the two of them coming in, and said, "Xiao Jing is back, Uncle Ming is looking for you."

In the main room, Li Yuanming heard that Fang Jing had returned, and strode out with a big smile on his face.

"Oh, Xiao Jing is back."

Fang Jing knew that Li Yuanming came here mostly because Fang's father told him about the road construction in the village, so he entered the main room with Cen Jiu and said, "Uncle Ming, sit down first, I'll go change clothes."

It is now the end of June, and the temperature in Jingcheng is already very high this month. Fang Jing stayed in the brigade headquarters for a day, sweating all over his body, sticky and very uncomfortable.

No matter how anxious Li Yuanming was about building roads, he couldn't stop Fang Jing, so he had to retreat to the main room and continue chatting with Fang's father.

Fang Jing went into the bathroom, took a cold shower, changed his clothes and came out when his body was cool. There was no sign of Cen Jiu in the room for a long time.

He is like this, every time outsiders come to the house, they always disappear.

At the very beginning, Fang Jing thought that Cen Jiu came to an unfamiliar environment suddenly, so he was afraid of strangers, but now that he knew him well enough, Fang Jing understood that it was the child Cen Jiu who found it troublesome.

"Where's Xiao Chen?" Father Fang thought it was strange seeing him alone.

Normally, his son and Chen Jiu were like conjoined twins, sticking together wherever they went. At first sight, Fang Jing was quite surprised when he saw Fang Jing alone.

"I don't know, where should I go to play, children, I like to play more."

Father Fang: "..."

He doesn't know about others, but Xiao Chen doesn't look playful at all, and he doesn't look like a child at all.

Mother above the table brewed a pot of bitter chrysanthemum tea, Fang Jing poured a cup, gulped it down, dragged a chair and sat by the door to let the wind blow.

Li Yuanming shook a palm fan twice, and looked at Fang Jing with a smile: "Xiao Jing, I heard from your father that you proposed to repair the road in the village?"

Fang Jing nodded: "Uncle Ming, you have also seen that since last year, more and more people have come to our village. This year, there are several more family hotels and farmhouses in the village. Many guests said that our village The road is too difficult to walk, otherwise there will be more guests coming to play."

The reputation of their shipwreck cemetery has spread, and it will only attract more and more people to dive and explore here in the future. If the road is not repaired, it will affect the development of the fishing village.

Li Yuanming nodded. He also saw the farmhouse music that Fang Jing took the lead in. The business is good, especially since last month, the weather has gradually become hotter. Many people from the city come here to play, but the road in the village is really too difficult. Leaving, this will be very detrimental to the development of the village in the future.

"I know what you said. Building roads is a good thing. However, you also know that the situation in our village is that the town does not allocate money, and the village committee is poor. If we want to build roads, the villagers have to contribute. I am afraid that someone will not willing."

In the early years, it was not that he had never thought about calling the villagers to collect some money to repair the roads in the village, but no one responded, and the matter finally had to be let go.

In the past few years, with the boom in real estate, building materials and cement have increased year by year, and labor costs have become extremely expensive. This road has become more and more unaffordable.

Without money, he, the village party secretary, has no choice but to do something practical.

Fang Jing started to think about building roads in the village very early on, and he naturally did enough homework.

"There is a cement factory in a neighboring town that is about to close down. We can negotiate directly with the factory, and the price will be much lower than the market price. Many people in our village, like Uncle Wang, have done small labor outside. The labor can be paid in the village. I have A classmate’s family owns a coal mine, and has also started to do real estate in the past few years. We hired a roadside worker to help check the quality. We repaired it ourselves. The village sent people, and I paid for it. It didn’t cost much to repair the road. I just don’t know. Will the people in the village be willing?"

Fang Jing made the calculations. If only the cost is considered, 150 million yuan is enough to pave the entire village with concrete roads and connect it to the town, regardless of labor management fees.

He can afford the price. Most importantly, after the road is repaired, he can do more things, and he can also take the opportunity to ask the village.

Fang Jing didn't intend to be a white worker. Although he was willing to do something for the village, it would be even better if he could get something in return.

Li Yuanming heard this, slapped his thigh, and said: "Why don't you want to do this? You don't need them to pay for it, and you only have to work. Don't worry, this matter is on my shoulders, Uncle Ming."

Speaking of this, Li Yuanming hesitated again, and said: "However, Xiao Jing, this is not a small sum. You have to think about it carefully. Either you don't repair it, or if you repair it, we must build the road. We can't give up halfway." .”

Fang Jing knew that Li Yuanming was giving himself an inoculation, and he was afraid that he would have no money or would not want to pay if he was halfway through the repair.

He smiled and said, "Uncle Ming, don't worry. I said I must be serious about paying for road construction. Is it possible that I can still make fun of the whole village? Don't explain uncle, my dad will beat me to death." "

Li Yuanming was very happy to get Fang Jing's affirmation, and the other's father said: "Old Fang has raised a good son."

Father Fang's face was full of pride, and he said humbly, "Where is it? He has been taken care of by the village for so many years. It is also his honor that Xiaojing is able to do something for the village."

Li Yuanming laughed, and happily went out to make arrangements.

This year, many young and middle-aged people in the village chose to stay in the village instead of going out to work. The labor force is sufficient, and Fang Jing is willing to take money. If the arrangements are made early, the road will be able to pass in the second half of the year.

This is a major event that will benefit the whole village, so it's better to explain it as soon as possible.

Fang Jing also thought about it. There are not many fields in their village. There is only a small hill at the back and a small island at the mouth of the sea. Fang Jing's goal is this hill and the island.

He had a premonition that news of a seabed graveyard in the waters near Dongzhuang spread, and the Jingcheng government would definitely seize this opportunity to speed up the development of the surrounding fishing villages.He has to seize the best opportunity before the government operates.

Supporting road construction in the village is the first step in his plan.