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Xi Junjie and Zhen Zhen took a short break for two days, and they went back to work after the jet lag. Compared with Xi Junjie, Zhen Zhen's working hours are much more flexible and the intensity is not as strong as in China, so he has more time to work. I arranged it myself, so the collection of cultural relics was put on the agenda.
According to the level from easy to difficult, Zhen Zhen first spent two months visiting various antique stores and art stores, and came back after buying a lot of good things. Of course, Zhen Zhen doesn't buy everything back, and the folk kilns will definitely not collect them. Even the official kilns will look at the stock of the world.
The second is to buy from individual collectors, which is more difficult, and it is natural to be able to spend money to buy, but not all collectors are willing to sell their collections, unless you have a collection that he is interested in to exchange. This time, Zhen Zhen visited a collector named Farlock. The ancestor of this collector went to China many times with the army at the end of the 19th century and brought back a lot of cultural relics.
When the doorbell rang, an old man in his fifties or sixties with gloomy eyes came out of the room, and when he saw Zhen Zhen, there was no smile on his face, but looked at her impatiently: "You are Who? What do you want to do?"
Zhen Zhen smiled and handed out the gift she brought, which was a small purple clay pot. Farlock doesn't have many hobbies, the only thing he likes is a small teapot like Huaguo, Zhenzhen is also doing what she likes, and she went back to China and bought a hand-made purple clay pot as a stepping stone: "Hello, I'm from Huaguo. Li Mingzhen from China, I specially wanted to see your collection this time. This is the Huaguo Zisha teapot that I brought, and a small gift is not a tribute."
Farlock's eyes fell on the purple clay pot in Zhen Zhen's hand, and turned twice on Zhen Zhen's face before reaching out to pick up the purple clay pot, rubbing it for a long time and slowly giving way to the door: " come in."
Farlock's ancestors have had many famous people, and the rows of medals on the wall can show the inheritance of this family. After Farlock's father died, Farlock inherited all the family's property. From the place where he lives today, it can be seen that the ten hectares of vineyards belong to Farlock. When Farlock became an adult, he moved out of the ancestral house and built a love hut with his wife in the manor. Now that Yiren has gone, only Farlock lives in the cottage, and the luxurious look of the year can still be seen from the decorative furniture. , but the lack of people to take care of the reasons, the house looks a little messy.
Farlock played with the purple clay pot for a while and carefully placed it on the shelf. Then he asked frankly, "What collection do you want to buy? Oh, I remembered, you are from China, you must be buying collections from China, right? "
"Yes." Zhen Zhen nodded: "I want to bring the lost cultural relics back to the motherland as much as possible. According to me, you have a lot of cultural relics from China. I wonder if you can sell them all to me?"
Farlock smiled, looking at Zhen Zhen with a trace of disdain in his eyes: "Little girl, this is not something you can buy for a few thousand francs, you should go home and ask your parents if they have that much money to pay for it. Buy these things."
"Since I said that, I must have made a purchase plan." Zhen Zhen smiled humbly.
Farlock gave him a deep look, suddenly stood up, and took out a large set of keys from the safe on one side: "Then come with me."
Walking through a long corridor, Farlock stopped in front of a room, Zhen Zhen looked at a wooden sign above it, which said "Hua Guo Collection".
He took the key to open the door, it was dark inside, Farlock turned on the lights, and pieces of the Huaguo collection with traces of the years revealed their true colors under the light.
In the middle of the room, on a table that had been peeled off and covered, there was the jade seal of Emperor Qianlong, which was almost blood-colored. Zhen Zhen looked back at Farlock, and Farlock opened the glass cover indifferently: "If you want to see it, take a look. ."
Carefully taking out the jade seal, Zhen Zhen carefully looked at the dragon pattern carved on it and the words "Treasure of Qianlong's Royal Pen" at the bottom.
"This is the seal of your country's past emperors?" Farlock suddenly asked, "It's not a small sum to buy this."
Zhen Zhen didn't speak, she put the jade seal in place, and went to a table next to it, there were more than 20 books on it, Zhen Zhen picked up one carefully, her eyes were quick when she saw the name on it. Squinting up: "Yongle Grand Ceremony!" Zhen Zhen quickly counted the books on the table, there were as many as twenty-three volumes.
Carefully put the Yongle Ceremony back to its original place, and the exhibits on the next stage are even more precious, which are ten oracle bone inscriptions. Zhen Zhen stretched out her hand and slowly took it back, it was too precious and she was worried that the weight of her hand would damage the oracle bone inscription.
"It seems that you like these collections very much." Farlock's tone was a bit mocking: "After all, it has been lost for so many years, and it should be bought back, right?"
Zhen Zhen didn't say anything, she carefully looked at all the collections in the house, except for the bronzes of Shang and Zhou Dynasties, the twenty-three volumes in the "Yongle Grand Canon", and the ten oracle bone tablets, which were more important collections. There are twenty-five paintings and calligraphy, eight pieces of porcelain, five pieces of lacquer, thirty pieces of jade, and there is actually a Buddha head in the last big box.
Zhen Zhen's face sank slightly and her chest was also uncomfortable. This is only a small collector in France who owns so many cultural relics from China. There are still many looted treasures in the hands of big museums and other big collectors.
Taking a deep breath, Zhen Zhen closed her eyes for a while, until her emotions stabilized, then slowly opened her eyes: "Make a price."
"I'm not short of money, and these things are not measurable for me." Farlock smiled, picked up a lotus leaf lotus seed bowl with flowers in Ming and Qing Dynasties, and admired the pattern on it with great interest.
"Then what do you want?" Zhen Zhen's expression remained the same, but her tone became slightly colder.
Farlock put down the blue and white bowl, walked out of the room with Zhen Zhen, and went back to the living room again: "Actually, I don't care about money. My child died, and my wife died. Money is worse than toilet paper for me."
The color on Zhen Zhen's face changed slightly, it was the easiest to buy it directly at the marked price, and what was most afraid of was this kind of people who didn't play cards according to the routine.
Farlock opened the window, and the warm sunlight shone on his face, making him even more uncertain: "Actually, these treasures were stolen by my grandfather from your country." Farlock turned back and leaned on the windowsill and sneered. A voice: "Maybe God wants to punish this kind of crime. Although my grandfather has a large number of treasures, he became seriously ill not long after he returned to China. He has been entangled with the disease for decades, and suffered for a lifetime, so did my father. Now in my generation, although there is no serious illness, but my child died at the age of forty, and I lost my wife at the age of fifty, what's the use of living alone, it is better to die happily. You say our family is Wasn't it cursed by your country?"
Zhen Zhen looked at the teacup in front of her and didn't speak, the shame of history is the hatred of every Chinese, she was unable to change the past, she could only do her best to return some cultural relics.
Farlock didn't need Zhen Zhen's answer either, he drank a drink and suddenly talked about his wife again: "It must be my surname that brought me misfortune, I knew that I should leave my family and go to another country with her." Farlock drank glass after glass of red wine, and started talking about his acquaintance with his wife, and rambled about the love between the two.
"Did you see that pot of flowers on the windowsill?" Farlock asked suddenly.
Zhen Zhen's eyes fell on the pot of dead branches on the window sill, which could no longer be called a flower, except for a few roots that were still alive, other parts were completely dead.
"This is the last gift my wife gave me, but I didn't take good care of him." A cloudy teardrop slid down Farlock's face: "As long as you save it and make it bloom again, I will I will donate all the Huaguo collections in my collection to you free of charge."
Zhen Zhen laughed immediately, she retracted her idea, it is too easy for collectors who don't ask for money to make conditions.
Seeing Zhen Zhen's confident smile, Farlock gave her a mocking look: "Don't play those useless little abacuses, a Japanese came before, just to bring my flowers back and replace them with new ones. Does he think I'm stupid for the idea of a plant? I told you, if you want the cultural relics of your country, you will treat it here, and I will watch this flower come back to life with my own eyes."
According to Zhen Zhen's ability, it will be able to grow leaves and bloom in one second, but you have to restrain your ability outside, it can't be too exaggerated. Zhen Zhen took out a plastic bottle from her bag: "It just so happens that I have some research on plants. This is a nutritional supplement that I specially prepared. I originally planned to give it to a friend, but I didn't expect it to come in handy here."
Zhen Zhen took the small bottle and walked to the flower pot, Farlock couldn't wait to follow, after opening the bottle cap, Zhen Zhen suddenly turned her head and said, "Since you decided to let me save this flower pot, don't let anyone interfere, or else Who is to be credited for being saved?"
"I know." Flock's eyes flashed with anticipation, and he kept urging Zhen Zhen: "Come on, let me see if your nutrient solution is effective."
In fact, this is an ordinary bottle of mineral water, which is used by Zhen Zhen to quench her thirst when she goes out, but in Zhen Zhen's hands, let alone mineral water, even tap water can work. Zhen Zhen unscrewed the bottle cap, slowly poured the water in, and gently pressed the wet soil with her fingers. A little bit of power drilled into the surviving roots along the soil, controlling them to absorb the water in the soil, and when the bottle of water was poured in, the power had already saved all the roots, but this Everything happens in the dirt, and nothing changes can be seen with the naked eye.
Farlock patiently stood by and waited for a long time, and found that a bottle of "nutrient solution" was poured in, and not much liquid was left from the bottom of the basin, which means that the roots absorbed a lot of nutrients, which was never before. Nothing ever happened. This year, many people came with the purpose of saving this pot of flowers, but no matter how many methods those people used, most of the water that was poured into it quickly flowed out, and there was very little time to save it.
Farlock breathed a sigh of relief and looked at Zhen Zhen with a much kinder look: "It seems that your nutrient solution really works, but how long will it take you to save my flowers?"
Farlock lives far away from Paris, and it takes three hours to drive. Zhen Zhen calculated the time on the bright side, and once a week is the limit: "I come once a week, and in a month this dead branch will be gone. Rejuvenate, new shoots will emerge in three months, and flower bones will emerge in four months.”
"Four months?" Farlock seemed a little regretful, but soon he nodded again: "Four months is four months, after all, for more than a year, you said that the only one who can be sure to save me The person who loves flowers. If you can do what you say, I will give you all my Chinese collections."
"What do you plan to exchange for the collections from other countries?" Zhen Zhen blinked and asked slyly.
Farlock smiled: "Girl, you are a little cunning, that's not from your country."
"I know." Zhen Zhen said seriously: "But our country also has a lot of collections in their country, I can exchange these collections with them."
"It's quite clever." Farlock said indifferently: "Anyway, it's all to be sent out, you can challenge it if you want." Farlock took Zhen Zhen to a dilapidated manor not far away: "This is my ancestor. Left, I took my wife to visit here when I first met her. At that time, we wrote each other what we wanted to say to each other, and then hid in a place for each other to find. At that time, the game was not over, we just because some unexpected I left, and I didn't find the note she wrote to me at that time. Since my wife died, I suddenly remembered this incident, but I went in many times and couldn't find the letter. If you can help me If I find it, I can send it to a country's collection."
Zhen Zhen scanned every corner with her consciousness and asked casually, "What else do you want?"
"Also, I hope to plant a piece of her favorite rose in front of my wife's grave, but I have cultivated it carefully for many years, but I still can't grow the rose I want. If you can fulfill my wish, send it to another country. The collection." Zhen Zhen nodded, compared to the first two things, this matter is not too difficult for her, not to mention there is dirt here, it is a bare stone, she can also make it out Flowers come.
"Anything else?" Zhen Zhen asked.
"The last thing..." Farlock looked at Zhen Zhen seriously: "You know, I have no relatives or friends. When you see where I live, you will find that I don't even have neighbors. To tell you the truth, I have cancer and the doctor said that I can live for up to six months, in fact, for me, death is not terrible, what I worry about is that I can't be buried with her. So my last wish is, when I die, please Help me and my wife be buried in a grave."
Zhen Zhen's nose is sour: "It looks like you really love her."
"Yes." Farlock smiled: "I love it very much. By the way, don't forget to put my purple clay pots in our graves. Lily likes those things."
Gently wiped away the tears from the corners of her eyes, Zhen Zhen showed a smile: "Is it convenient for you to find that letter with me now? I think I can guess where it is."
Farlock followed Zhen Zhen to the dilapidated manor and opened the door, Farlock looked more nostalgic: "My grandfather lived here, and I came to accompany him for a while when I was young. My father didn't want to live in it since he died, he thought it was too old."
He waved his hand gently, and the dust that had been brought up by the two people walking quietly fell to the ground again. Due to the disrepair, all the circuits here are broken. Except for some sunlight from the broken windows, all rely on The flashlight in Farlock's hand illuminates.
Zhen Zhen didn't go around in circles with him, she stopped directly under a photo, Farlock looked at the photo above, with some memories on his face: "This is a photo of me and my grandfather when I was a child."
Zhen Zhen stood on tiptoe and took off the portrait, and a yellowed white paper fell from it. Farlock looked at the white paper that floated to his feet, and tears fell, as if there were no worries. I thought that the letter I had been looking for for so many years was actually hidden behind a painting.
"Actually, I should have guessed." Farlock picked up the letter and smiled: "In this house, this is the only photo I have."
Zhen Zhen reached out and took the flashlight to help Farlock read the words on the paper. Farlock's eyes filled with tears, and it took a long time to see what was written on the paper. don't know what was written, but after reading it, Farlock felt a little less sad and a little more smiling. He carefully folded the paper and put it in his breast pocket like a treasure.
"Is the second wish a rose?" Zhen Zhen came to the tomb, looked at the roses that looked small and pale, and took out a bottle of mineral water from her bag again.
*****
After leaving Farok's house, Zhen Zhen and Xi Junjie discussed and decided to donate all the cultural relics obtained from abroad to the country, hoping to bring the cultural relics back to work. It's so hard.
The next week, Zhen Zhen came to Farlock's house again as agreed. The pot of dead branches on the window sill had been nourished by supernatural powers for a week. One or two small sprouts can be vaguely seen.
Zhen Zhen poured a bottle of mineral water and then went out to loosen the soil for the roses. Farlock sat in front of Lily's tomb and said softly, "Lili, you see, the roses have grown a lot more than before."
Five months later, Farlock passed away, leaving a will to give all the property and collection in his name to Li Mingzhen, a Chinese girl free of charge, and thanked her for her care during this period.
According to Farlock's last wish, after Zhen Zhen buried him and Lily together, she transplanted the plant, which had recovered to life and produced beautiful flowers, beside their tombstones.
Gently spit out the turbid air that accumulated in her chest, Zhen Zhen bowed respectfully to the tombstone. Back at Farlock's house, Zhen Zhen used the keys to open one treasure room after another. Although she got valuable treasures, Zhen Zhen's heart was still a little heavy because of Farlock's death.
After sitting quietly in Farok's house for a day, Zhen Zhen regained her mood. She handed over the collection of Hua Guo to the Chinese Embassy in France and asked the embassy to help transport these cultural relics back to China and donate them to the country for free.
The return of this piece of cultural relics caused a lot of shock. Buddha heads, jade seals, oracle bone inscriptions, part of the "Yongle Grand Ceremony", and Western Zhou bronzes are all invaluable cultural relics, especially the oracle bone inscriptions and "Yongle Grand Ceremony" are highly researched value.
The return of the national treasure to the country is a matter of national celebration, and it is a matter of course to be published in the newspaper of the Hua Guoshe. Yu Shoujing was a little dazed after finishing the news, and after thinking for a long time, he went to the office of Jiang Mengxuan, director of the International News Department: "I think I'm at a loss for transferring Li Mingzhen to your department."
"It's not a loss for you to lose to the country. Do you see how she can recover so many cultural relics if she doesn't go to France?" Jiang Mengxuan was enjoying the photo of Yuxi: "Where do you think you can find such a powerful reporter as Li Mingzhen? Write a good report, and you can get a batch of cultural relics back, this little girl is really amazing."
At this time, Li Mingzhen didn't know that her two leaders were praising her differently. At this time, she just adjusted her mood and was about to visit another collector, but several collectors from different countries knocked on the door.
Seeing the guests from different countries sitting in the living room, Zhen Zhen smiled: "You can buy back the cultural relics of your country from me. I only have one condition, exchange the cultural relics of our country." Looking at one of them The black-haired and yellow-skinned favorites, Zhen Zhen accentuated her tone: "I also have a lot of research on the subject of collections, so don't be embarrassed by big-name goods."
Half a month later, Zhen Zhen's collection of Farok has been exchanged with collectors from all over the world, Zhen Zhen made a phone call to Xi Junjie: "I exchanged a lot of treasures and cultural relics, please help the embassy to transport them back to China! "
Xi Junjie smiled softly on the phone: "Does Ms. Li need to donate all these cultural relics to Huaguo?"
Zhen Zhen's big eyes are as cute as crescent moon: "Must!"
Another batch of cultural relics was sent back to China. Although there were not as many national treasures as the first time, the number of this batch was enough to shock the country. Like the first time, the cultural relics were directly sent to the Huaguo Museum and the Palace Museum, and the expert team identified the cultural relics one by one, and they were all genuine without exception.
"This reporter Li is really amazing. Not only does he have a patriotic heart, but the key is to see the cultural relics. The two batches of cultural relics are not only precious products, but some of them fill the gaps of many cultural relics in our country. Have a full understanding of domestic cultural relics knowledge." An expert with white gloves said happily.
Xu Mengguo immediately raised his head proudly when he heard the words: "Don't look at who taught it, this Li Mingzhen is my student."
"It's true or not." The members of the expert group all looked at Xu Mengguo and saw that he was holding his head proudly. Several people responded: "This Li Mingzhen is indeed a graduate of Imperial College, but she is not a history. Department, how can you be considered your student?"
Xu Mengguo said very proudly: "I have some relationship with this child. It is a long-term friendship. I taught her knowledge of cultural relics. Before you sometimes asked me why I couldn't find me on weekends, that is, go to Li Mingzhen's house to see The cultural relics are gone, and this child received a lot of good things when she was in China, and she has three of Guangxuande stoves in her hands, which are of different colors."
"Wow!" The eyes of all the experts lit up, and an old man about the same age as Xu Mengguo was envious: "This girl is not only good-looking, but also lucky, I have collected antiques all my life and have not received a Xuande furnace. "
He also hastened to establish a relationship with Xu Mengguo: "Old Xu, when Li Mingzhen returns to China, you will invite him to the museum on our behalf, and then we will also go to her house to sit and communicate with each other."
Xu Mengguo smiled: "She really likes to communicate this, but she has been abroad for three years this time, and it has only been half a year. Let's talk about it in two years."
"Li Mingzhen only went to France for half a year? Did you remember the date correctly?" asked a younger expert named Meng Shanlin. Seeing Xu Mengguo nodding blankly, the admiration on Meng Shanlin's face became even stronger: "It's only been half a year since the whole process was completed. With so many cultural relics back, if he stayed for three years, the cultural relics that Li Mingzhen brought back would probably fill this room."
This is a newly opened warehouse. The others looked at the empty room and shook their heads unanimously: "If this room is filled with at least 10,000 cultural relics, it would be very difficult for Li Mingzhen to get these hundreds back. It's easy."
At this time, Yu Shoujing of the Huaguo Society was immersed in writing, and the news of the return of a large number of fine cultural relics was enough to make the front page headlines tomorrow. After checking the content, Yu Shoujing was quite complacent: "This Li Mingzhen is really good, let her go to France to write news, and the result is complete. She made headlines herself."