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When the little scholar finally found the bookcase from the bookshelf that shattered at the first touch, Ji Mo heaved a sigh of relief, only to realize that he actually had expectations. And reproduce the glory at that time, and add a new chapter to it.

"What is this, it looks good."

The young man leaned over and went up to break the bookcase. The bookshelves had been rotten in the sun and rain for years, and the bookcase was not much better when it was in it. It was broken by him directly. Once they were put together, the originally exquisite carved patterns became dross in an instant.

The little scholar glared at him, sighed, and didn't criticize his little friend. He found a flat place to put down the bookcase, and carefully opened the cover that was sticky due to decay, revealing the contents inside—the moldy book.

The moldy appearance is not pretty, it is black and white, it looks gray at first glance, and there are some traces of green, which seems to be the color of the moss that grew in the wooden box.

"I thought why baby, it's all rotten."

The boy's hand was about to reach in, but was blocked by the little scholar's hand quickly: "Don't touch it, I'll take it back and see if I can deal with it, at least I need to know what's written in it!"

He likes to explore ancient times and has a natural interest in those ancient relics. Although he is always said to be picking up junk by the young man, he never tires of it and is willing to take care of these relics when he can see them.

"Okay, okay, don't touch, don't touch, look at your precious ones. ——Are you still looking for it?"

The young man asked, his face was already a little less interested.

The little scholar glanced at the ruins, then at the boy, then at the book case in his hand, and finally said: "Let's do this for today, I'll go back and deal with these first, and come back next time."

If you can save a little, you can save a little. You can't be greedy for the big or the small, and you can't be greedy for the big and the small.

The little scholar showed a smile on his face, obviously satisfied with today's harvest.

Ji Mo also nodded slightly, with some expectations in his heart. He has the skills of a restorer. After reading the condition of the book, he roughly judged that it can still be repaired a little. I can assure you, I only hope that the second-order world also has the skills of a restorer, and this little scholar just happens to know it, and the means are good...

Forget it, if you can keep one or two, it's not in vain.

The home of the little scholar and the boy is at the foot of the mountain, and the world has changed in 500 years, even if the terrain has not changed greatly, but from Ji Mo's point of view, everything is already unfamiliar.

The forests and fields are all different. The forests that were once raised to raise beasts have been cut down, and they are no longer the same. The cultivated land, the ridges, and the houses are gathered together. It looks like a small village. People exist, or they are their offspring and grandchildren.

There was no one in the little scholar's house, he was alone, the boy greeted him, and then went into the next door, he could still hear voices like "I'm hungry", a woman asked the boy to give the little scholar a bowl When the meal came, the boy lazily accepted it.

Put the box on the table first, the little scholar opened the book box again, and carefully wiped off the mold on the book with a soft cloth. The original color has been eroded to the point where it cannot be seen, but after such careful wiping, it can be seen to some extent. One or two characters come.

The head portraits of animals painted on the cover of the book are vague, and it can be seen roughly.

"So it's really related to beasts."

The little scholar was a little surprised. He seemed to know a little bit about the past of the Yushou Villa from somewhere. The search for traces in the past was not aimless.

Ji Mo was on the side of the bookcase, watching the little scholar's movements carefully like a teacher, nodding and shaking his head at the steps he took to clean up the books, the other party obviously didn't learn the details, he just learned it by himself, any skill is originally There is nothing wrong with people figuring it out and summarizing it before it can be handed down to the world. However, this kind of rusty and immature action will obviously increase the loss and cannot be perfectly repaired.

Of course, the damage of these books is also a bit serious. The mold is like an adhesive, making it difficult to separate the pages easily.

In this regard, the little scholar was also a little helpless, and finally considered drying it in the shade first. In short, this rotten wooden box is not acceptable, because too much moisture has accumulated.

In order to prevent the book from being damaged, the wooden box was dismantled directly, and the book was cut off from the bottom plate with a scraper... The little scholar just finished doing this, the door was pushed open, and the boy came in with a bowl of rice and gave it to him. Put it on the table and let him eat.

The two families are close, the young scholar grinned and brought a bowl to eat.

In the next few days, the little scholar tried to find a way around the restoration of the books, split them into pages one by one, put them on wooden boards to dry in the shade, and then repaired each page. Although the method is not professional, it is not the first The first time I came into contact with such a thing, I was very calm.

Ji Mo watched from the sidelines, and he didn't pick on the opponent's bad movements or poor technique. Instead, he was quite relieved to see him being so serious and attentive.

After a few more days, the restored books were gathered together again. There were [-] volumes, and only nine volumes remained. It was the middle ones, which were kept away from the mold on the top and not soaked by the moisture below. Nine volumes survived.

Even so, because the walls of the bookcase were covered with moss, the nine volumes were all cut in a circle. Regardless of whether it was text or pictures, Ji Mo was used to leaving enough corners. Too disturbing to watch.

"Is this what you got back?"

The young man came over to flip through the booklets, which had been re-bound and carefully cut by the young scholar. Although they were a little too small and did not meet the specifications, he was not afraid to look through them. Forbidding the young man to look through it, he saw that the other party was amazed by the picture, and said with a smile: "We used to be said to be the site of Yushou Villa, where we are the master of the beasts. What a pride, I heard it in the old days, and I thought about it, but what happened?" It is because there is not a single skill left, judging from the records in this book, it should be the method of taming animals, if you can learn it, you should be happy."

"Tsk, it's so literary, I'm tired of listening, can I make money after learning this? If I can make money, I will learn it. No, who will read it."

As he said that, the boy threw the book on the table, showing no mercy in his actions.

The little scholar gave him a blank look: "If you can make money, of course you can make money, but can you learn it?"

He deliberately provoked the general, but the young man was also duped. His eyes lit up immediately, and he patted his chest to ensure that he could learn it. With a slightly regretful smile, he just insisted on not changing it.

The farm is so poor, and Ji Mo doesn't know what this era is like, but it looks like it should still be in the ancient category. Therefore, the little scholar also wants to give the young man a way out, and repay their family's help. Ji Mo understands this. Thoughts, more appreciation.

[Please select the time, 1000 years, 2000 years, 3000 years, 4000 years...]

"1000."

Time flies, just a moment ago, it was still the laughter of those two young people, and a moment later, it was a millennium, the vicissitudes of life.

"The whole set of thirty volumes, nine volumes have been handed down, is it considered a pass?"

Ji Mo's heart moved, if this is the case, if the thirty volumes were divided and stored in the past, would it be possible to create a tricky rabbit's three caves and increase the pass rate?

However, this tricky way seems to be feasible, but it seems to be a bit less interesting when it is done.

First of all, if they are split, it is impossible for these books to be valued so much in the same bookcase. This is like a textbook, one book at a time, one book at a time, and if they are not in a set, no one will put them together for collection. And if it is a complete set, it is more valuable to put them together.

In other words, if they were really split, there might be some of the split books among the rotten books on the ground. Even if they were still in the bookcase, there might not be nine books that could be rescued intact.

The shortcut is small, but the skill is difficult to achieve quickly.When it comes to exams, using these methods of diversifying risks will only make every book unappreciated, even if it can really be passed on to future generations, how can people see the imperial treasures with just a few words in a book and a half? What about the spirit of being the master of the beast?

Beast-monitoring skills, which have been passed down, have become monkey skills, dog skills, etc., which are far worse than one grade.

Ji Mo quickly gave up this tempting idea, looked at the room in front of him, the blue brick and tile house, and looked at it as a wealthy family, the books were put in a box, hidden by the pillow, not many, three volumes That's all.

From thirty volumes to nine volumes, and then from nine volumes to three volumes, the gradually lost quantity is just like the skills that are destined to be lost. It is deplorable, full of regrets, and a little bit of "it will be like this after all" .

Some things seem to be irreversible, just like memories will always be gradually forgotten.

The door curtain was lifted, the cold wind poured in from outside, and some snowflakes floated in. The person who had a layer of snow on his shoulders took off his hat and slapped it, and then used the hat as a duster, slapping all the snowflakes on his body. After falling, I sat down at the table and pulled out the stove under the table to warm up.

The charcoal fire was placed in a stove that looked like a copper urn, and a pair of tongs wrapped in cloth was placed beside it. The man sat down and leaned his legs to the sides of the stove. The stove warmed up the fire, and the charcoal fire, which was not very obvious at first, was turned over by the tongs, sparks flew up, and it seemed to have some vitality.

After a while, an animal head appeared from between the man's collar. Looking closely, although the triangular face was a bit ugly, it was indeed a cat.

Unbuttoning the bloated padded jacket, the orange cat let out a "meow" and stretched its body a little. It seemed to know that the fire was hot, so it didn't jump directly to it, but went down the man's legs and leaned against the stove to warm up. The cat's head was also tilted outward, as if it disliked the smell of roasted feet in the men's shoes.

The man glanced at it, and hummed: "This little thing, now you know how to despise me, who was it that got into my arms just now, it really turned your face and didn't recognize anyone."

The orange cat seemed to be responding, and after he finished speaking, he let out a long "meow", his eyes seemed to be filled with innocence, hey, who are you talking about?

The corners of Ji Mo's mouth turned up slightly. Although this cat is not good-looking, too long and too thin, with a triangular head and a bit of a pointed chin, it seems naturally cunning and cunning, but this cleverness is really cute.