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Chapter 30
On the way to the courtyard, Xu Tongshan told Chuhe about Uncle Long.

It turned out that Xu Tongshan's grandfather had a close friend named Long Feiheng, who loved painting and writing all his life, and he had almost all the paper on the market.

After retirement, I would go to the courtyard to paint and write when I had nothing to do. I lived a simple and comfortable life.

After hearing what Xu Tongshan said, Chu He wondered: "Then you said that if we don't hurry up and rush there, Uncle Long is likely to leave the courtyard. Then where will he go?"

"Go home." Xu Tongshan explained: "He bought that courtyard house before to paint and practice calligraphy there, and then he went home at night."

"He bought that courtyard house?" Chu He was a little surprised, "It's expensive, right?"

"It's okay, it wasn't expensive when he bought it, but now it's very expensive, tens of millions? I don't know, I don't know about the price." Xu Tongshan said calmly.

After Chu He heard this, he didn't know what to say except that he was shocked.

Soon, the car stopped at its destination.

Xu Tongshan got out of the car quickly, came to the gate of the courtyard, knocked on the door and shouted: "Uncle Long, is Uncle Long there?"

After speaking, she rang the doorbell several times.

"Could it be that you have already gone back?" Chuhe saw that the sky was gradually darkening.

"Probably not. Uncle Long goes to feed the nearby stray cats at six o'clock in the afternoon every day. It's not six o'clock yet, so he should still be at home."

Just as Xu Tongshan was about to shout again, she found movement in the courtyard door.

A tall, broad-shouldered old man with a bronze face opened the door.

"Xiaoshan? Why are you here?" The old man was obviously surprised when he saw Xu Tongshan.

Xu Tongshan hurried forward and hugged: "Uncle Long, let me come and see you."

"Okay, okay, okay." Long Feiheng laughed immediately. Although there were some wrinkles on his face, it didn't affect his spirit.

Chu He looked at Long Feiheng. Although he looked older than Tian Guyi, when he spoke, his voice was as powerful as Hong Zhong.

After exchanging pleasantries, Xu Tongshan turned sideways and introduced Chuhe: "Uncle Long, let me introduce you. This is my friend, named Chuhe."

"Chuhe, this is the Uncle Long I mentioned to you."

Chu He quickly said respectfully: "Hello, Uncle Long."

"Okay, the young man is very handsome." When Long Feiheng saw Chuhe, he looked him up and down, and he couldn't hold back the smile on his face.

"Uncle Long, this time we are here, we have something to ask of you." Xu Tongshan talked about the business.

Long Feiheng knocked on Xu Tongshan's forehead, "You girl, I've guessed it a long time ago, otherwise why would you come to see me, an old man, come on, let's go into the room and talk."

"Who said they wouldn't come to see Uncle Long? I wasn't the last time." Xu Tongshan said this, thinking seriously: "When was the last time I came here?"

Long Feiheng brought Chu He and Xu Tongshan to the main room, then took out a set of tea sets and asked them: "What kind of tea do you two want to drink?"

"Tieguanyin, Dahongpao or Pu'er?"

Xu Tongshan said hastily: "Uncle Long, we all like to drink the tea you make, and we will drink whatever you usually drink. After all, we are laymen."

"I, I usually drink Dan Cong, I'm afraid you won't get used to it." Long Feiheng took out Dahongpao from the jar and soaked it.

"Tell me, what do you want from me? Did the two of you do something that you dare not tell your grandfather?" Long Feiheng asked while washing tea.

"Ah?" Xu Tongshan was stunned for a moment, not understanding what Long Feiheng meant.

On the contrary, Chuhe understood, and he immediately explained embarrassingly: "No, Uncle Long, we are here this time, and we want you to take out all the types of paper you have here."

"Oh? Why?" Long Feiheng became curious.

Xu Tongshan said: "It's like this. Chu He and the others are going to repair the "Yongle Dadian", and then they need repair paper. I brought him here because you must have the most types of paper here, and we can find it. Suitable repair paper.”

"Oh~ So that's it." Long Feiheng looked at the two of them with a little disappointment, "I thought, I thought you two..."

"For what?" Seeing Long Feiheng's appearance, Xu Tongshan wondered.

Long Feiheng then stroked his goatee, "It's okay, it's okay, this matter, Xiaoshan, you did the right thing, because I can assure you that in the capital, any paper type that has appeared in my place Both!"

Seeing that Long Feiheng was so confident, Chu He's anxious heart finally calmed down, and he asked Long Feiheng: "Uncle Long, can you take us to see those papers."

"Okay, come with me." Long Feiheng took a sip of the freshly brewed tea, then stood up, and led them to the side room.

As soon as he entered the side room, Chu He's eyes widened.

The sight in front of you can be described as magnificent!
The house is full of calligraphy and paintings! !
"Good morals!" "Heaven rewards hard work!" "Integrity wins the world!" "!! What do you pronounce this word?"

Xu Tongshan looked at the traditional characters and couldn't recognize them for a while.

"This is art, the art of art, in traditional Chinese characters." Chu He explained from the side.

"I told you to study hard. If you don't listen, you will be really embarrassed this time. You don't even know this word." Long Feiheng teased from the side.

Xu Tongshan pursed her mouth, "This word is very uncommon. I dare say 80.00% of young people don't know this word! Believe it or not!"

Chuhe and Long Feiheng looked at each other and smiled, secretly lamenting that this girl was still holding on to her last stubbornness.

"Come on, young man, come here." Immediately, Long Feiheng opened the door of a closet-like cabinet and said, "There are all the papers here. Which one do you want?"

In fact, Chu He knew that the paper used for the restoration of ancient books cannot be made of modern paper and must be retro.

While Chuhe was carefully screening, Xu Tongshan was not idle. She picked up a piece of paper and asked Long Feiheng, "Uncle Long, what kind of paper is this?"

"This is hemp paper. The surface of hemp paper is matte. It has many fiber bundles and is easy to ink. The paper has strong toughness and good anti-aging. However, it is obvious that this is not what Chuhe is looking for," Long Feiheng explained immediately.

"Why?" Xu Tongshan asked.

Human nature is a curious baby.

"Because hemp paper began in the Western Han Dynasty, flourished in the Sui and Tang Dynasties, declined in the Song and Yuan Dynasties, and died in the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Think about it, when was the "Yongle Dadian"?" Long Feiheng asked Xu Tongshan.

Xu Tongshan suddenly realized: "It turns out that this is the case. This paper was eliminated in the Ming Dynasty."

"Tibetan scripture paper, white cotton paper, straw paper"

Chu He searched among dozens of paper types. He kept touching the feel of the paper. Once he felt it was inappropriate, he immediately touched the next one.

Touching, touching, Chuhe suddenly found out!
He seems hungry.
(End of this chapter)