Era: Starting from Modu Translation Studio

1980, first month.

The people of Pujiang City are busy setting off firecrackers in the streets and alleys every day and saying Happy New Year to each other!

Comrade Jiang Hai never imagined that one day he would stand in front of a historic site and talk about paintings with several industry experts.

What I didn't expect was that not only did he chat, but he also chatted in a decent way.

According to the ancient adage Too much talk leads to loss, Jiang Hai decided to give up when things were good.

Coincidentally, as soon as he had an idea here, Director Zhang over there had already put it into action.

After saying goodbye at the entrance of the museum, Zhang Jue and Jiang Hai walked down the steps.

Compared to when he came here, Director Zhang's pace was much more brisk this time.

Jiang Hai, you can do it,

Until this moment, Zhang Jue still had more to say: I never realized before that we still have a knowledgeable leader like you in our team.

Jiang Hai smiled, he didn't even think of it: To tell you the truth, I am also influenced by my family.

I see, Zhang Jue understood: I have long said that exposure through ears and eyes is the best education.

The barrier was lifted more smoothly than expected. Zhang Ju smiled and patted Jiang Hai:

You don't have to worry about Coca-Cola's advertising. I'll help you with it. Speaking of which, doing business with foreign investors is also a kind of attracting foreign investment.

Thank you for the leadership's support of our work, Jiang Hai and Zhang Ju walked side by side:

But in order not to embarrass you, I have already talked to Jiang Shan. He will discuss with the company to reduce the number of Coca-Cola billboards.

Oh? Zhang Ju is well aware of the difficulty: This is naturally the best, but in this case, Xiao Jiang won't be criticized, right?

Jiang Shan said that in order not to make things difficult for you, he will suffer as much as he feels wronged.

Jiang Hai was secretly shocked in his heart, why are the lies getting easier and smoother now?

It seems that the work of self-criticism must continue.

Comrade Xiao Jiang is interested, Zhang Bureau suddenly recalled every detail of the past: You bring a message to him for me. The Bureau has not forgotten him.

Jiangshan's Chunfengdu advertising company has been running smoothly since its inception. Even in the co-working offices of newspapers, no one can beat it.

The reason is that one is that it can generate income, and the other is that it cannot support it.

I would like to ask, which superior would not like to see a company like this that can relieve the leaders' worries without causing trouble?

Take today's matter as an example. If someone from Shangfeng hadn't questioned Xie Zhiliu on his behalf, Zhang Ju would never have taken this move himself.

Jiang Hai understood what the other party meant: Don't worry, Jiang Shan also thinks of you!

After walking down the last step of the steps, Zhang Jue and Jiang Hai said goodbye with a smile and walked in two directions.

As he walked, Zhang Jue remembered the scene in the museum just now.

Not to mention, Comrade Jiang Hai really gave the Minister of Propaganda face.

Thinking of this, he stopped and looked back.

Unexpectedly, I saw a familiar figure at this glance.

Not far away, two cars were parked one behind the other.

When Jiang Hai walked over, one of the car doors was pushed open.

Brother, Jiang Shan's long legs stepped out of the car: How is it?

No need to ask, Jiang Hai had already lit up a good news cigarette: With your brother's good memory, he still can't forget a few words.

In the distance, Zhang Jue looked at the brothers with an aunt's smile on his face.

Just as he was about to turn around, he stood still in shock: Hiss... no way? Could it be that I'm dazzled?

Not long after Jiangshan got off the bus, two cars one behind the other also lowered their windows.

Then, Li Guyi and Zhu Fengbo stood in front of the car window and laughed.

The problem is solved, Editor-in-Chief Jiang.

Look at Jiang Hai smiling like that, it must have been solved.

…

At the Pujiang Museum after closing time, curator Xie Zhiliu stood at the door, motionless for a long time.

Although the figures of Jiang Hai and Zhang Ju had long disappeared from sight, Director Xie's thoughts still stayed in the previous exhibition hall.

Lao Xie, what are you thinking about?

It's getting late, let's prepare to withdraw.

The words of the two old subordinates did not affect Director Xie at all.

[Really, I didn’t leave any inklings behind.

If you can find something in this painting too...

The museum on the other side can house three paintings.

If only we could produce a miracle...]

At this moment, Jiang Hai's words kept echoing in Xie Zhiliu's ears.

Ta, tap, tap...

The tapping sound of tap, tap, tap never stopped for a moment.

Suddenly, Director Xie's feet moved.

You all come with me!

As soon as Mr. Xie finished speaking, the two experts on the side felt a figure walking quickly in front of them.

Lao Xie, what's wrong?

We won't get off work anymore.

The two of them turned around and saw that Lao Xie had already walked straight towards the calligraphy and painting exhibition hall.

So, he followed him regardless.

The three of them walked together until... Snow Bamboo Picture appeared in the field of vision again.

Old Li, Director Xie looked straight ahead: Unlock the lock and get the painting!

What?

Unlock and get the painting.

What, you want to see it again?

It's too late today, how about we do it tomorrow...

Look now,

Director Xie, with firm eyes, said in an unquestionable tone: Hurry up and get ready!

After a while, in the brightly lit office, a huge painting table stood in the center.

On top of it, there is an ancient painting measuring one and a half meters in length and about one meter in width.

As usual, the three old experts washed their hands and put on gloves.

While leaning down in front of the ancient painting, he also involuntarily covered his mouth and nose.

Three magnifying glasses simultaneously advance on the Snow Bamboo Picture bit by bit.

Bamboo, leaves, stones, dark gray, light ink...

Just like many years ago, the dim silk, the familiar texture... everything is still the same as before.

I don’t know how long it took, but Xie Zhiliu was the last one to hold his waist and straighten up.

well!

After sighing softly, his eyes were full of disappointment: It seems that I have thought too much.

The two experts standing with him certainly understood what he was thinking.

It's been so many years. Don't think too much about it. Some things just can't be done by force.

We have been looking at this painting for a long time. If there was anything, we would have discovered it long ago.

After listening to the words of his old colleague, Xie Zhiliu smiled bitterly and shook his head: Yes, I should have died a long time ago.

When he lowered his head again with a wry smile, his eyes fell on a small part of the picture.

hiss,

Xie Zhiliu frowned and raised his hand to cover his mouth: Do you think it's weird there?

An expert covered his mouth and nose: Where?

Another person said the same thing: What does it look like?

Xie Zhiliu didn't reply a word. After looking at the painting for a while, he stood up and walked quickly to the other side of the table.

When the two experts saw the movement, they quickly followed it.

After changing sides, the three old gentlemen bent down in unison.

For the first time in their lives, they looked at the Snow Bamboo Picture upside down.

The difference is that compared to the other two who cast their nets aimlessly,

The magnifying glass in Xie Zhiliu's hand always stays on a bamboo joint on the right side of the picture.

Ta, tap, tap...

When this familiar voice sounded in my mind again...

Xie Zhiliu's eyes suddenly trembled, and fireworks bloomed in front of his eyes.

Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu

Although the hand on his mouth was shaking, the old gentleman still didn't let go.

Seeing how excited he was, the two people around him quickly covered their mouths and asked:

Um?

Wu Wuhui?

Xie Zhiliu: Yeah,

When I saw him nodding desperately and his eyes shining,

The two magnifying glasses hanging above the ancient painting quickly moved closer to a bamboo joint on the right.

After focusing again and again, the lines on the bamboo joints in the painting actually produced a physical reaction with the help of a magnifying glass.

Gradually, the pictures that originally looked like lines began to be rearranged.

Under six eyes, eight black ink seal scripts that had been hidden for thousands of years were vaguely visible on the gray-yellow bamboo joints.

Ta-ta-ta...

The three magnifying glasses shook together.

Then, the three old gentlemen who couldn't restrain themselves straightened up at the same time.

Xie Zhiliu trembled: Have you seen them all?

An expert was not much calmer than him: This bamboo is expensive...

Another person recited excitedly: Yellow...gold...hundred...liang!

At this time, Xie Zhiliu, who was already in tears, looked up to the sky and asked: Am I not dreaming?

One turned and covered his face: No!

Another nodded heavily: Assure MZX that we are not dreaming.

A moment later, when the three old gentlemen confirmed the picture again, they all shook their heads with emotion.

It's true that the longer you live, the more weird things happen. We've been watching for so long before, why didn't we find it?

I still don't understand this. Let's not look at it backwards.

Yes. An old gentleman was surprised: Old Xie, what happened to you today? Why did you suddenly think of changing your direction?

hehe,

Xie Zhiliu himself was still surprised: Isn't it because I don't want to give up? After hearing what the young man said just now, I became even more unwilling.

I don’t know why?

The more he looked at the places that the editor-in-chief of the newspaper had accidentally clicked on, the more awkward he felt.

I always feel that the depth of that section of bamboo is more complicated than other places.

People with eyesight like Xie Zhiliu's are born with a grid.

It's okay if I didn't pay attention to it before, but once it is included in the focus.

The screen naturally enters formatting.

In that case, we really have to thank the editor-in-chief of Oriental Metropolis Daily.

Isn't that right? The more he thought about it, the more he thought it should be: He not only helped our museum increase the number of visitors, but also encouraged us to look at paintings again?

You really should thank him properly, Xie Zhiliu hadn't smiled so happily for a long time, but he quickly said, This bamboo is worth a hundred taels of gold? What do you think it means?

Yes, if this painting is indeed made by Xu Xi, then what is the significance of his painstaking efforts to write these words?

This bamboo is worth a hundred taels of gold, Xie Zhiliu paced slowly: Could it be that... there are a hundred taels of gold hidden in this bamboo?

Treasure Map?

One expert was shocked: It's very possible. In such a chaotic world, it's not surprising at all to want to hide some gold.

Oh, this is not something you and I can figure out,

Another old gentleman looked at Xie Zhiliu and said with a smile: Old Xie, your discovery today will definitely cause a sensation in the entire painting world tomorrow.

Absolutely. Not only that, our Pujiang Museum finally has an ancient painting that can rival the one on the other side.

That's true. Congratulations to Lao Xie.

This is indeed something worth celebrating, Xie Zhiliu, with his hands behind his back, looked at the Snow Bamboo Picture with a smile: I didn't expect, I didn't expect, you actually spoke to me!

The next second, Director Xie, who was very proud of himself, put his hands on his hips and dialed the number: By the way, which one of you knows the phone number of Oriental Metropolis Daily?

…

Editor-in-Chief Jiang of Oriental Metropolis Daily was chatting with the person behind the car all the way.

Third brother, you really should go take a closer look some other time, Jiang Hai still couldn't remember the ancient rhyme: You really didn't leave even a word behind. I don't know what the artist was painting?

The life of the ancients was relatively monotonous, Jiang Shan always said in an understanding tone, I guess he was too bored because he didn't want to tell you who he was.

Jiang Hai: That's right. After all, there's no electricity.

Actually, this is not a bad thing, Jiang Shan said: How can he show the level of an expert in the future unless he fixes some loopholes in the industry?

Then what do you think, Jiang Hai had wanted to ask for a long time, who painted the Snow Bamboo Picture?

I don't know where to go, Jiang Shan leaned on the seat with his arms pillowed on his head: It's something that even the era has not figured out, let alone the author.

Not to mention the author, there are different opinions on whether the painting is made of two pieces of silk. It is destined to remain an eternal mystery!

As I said before, Jiang Shan said, the course of history will never end. Who knows if one day a few shovels of soil will unearth another cultural relic that changes history.

Hu Xiao nodded: What Jiang Shan said makes sense. In addition to historical records and unearthed cultural relics, it is also a good reference.

So, Wang Jieshi, who was in the same car, asked, A master of painting must also learn history well.

Being proficient in history can not only help you appreciate paintings, but also benefit from ancient paintings, Jiang Shan, who was sitting in the front row, turned around and said:

More than two hundred years ago, Gao Fenghan, a painter who was one of the Eight Eccentrics of Yangzhou in the Qing Dynasty, went out to the city for an outing.

On the way, I saw a strange-shaped jar in the hand of an old farmer, so I approached it out of curiosity.

Gao Fenghan liked it more and more, so he bought the jar back.

Perhaps because he liked it so much, Gao Fenghan drew this strange-looking jar after returning home.

In this way, a comprehensive and comprehensive picture of ancient history was born.

Time came to 1960, a professor from the History Department of Shandong University saw this ancient map by chance.

But with just an occasional glance, the strange-shaped jar in the painting caught his attention.

After careful identification by the professor, he concluded that the jar in the painting was not simple.

Afterwards, on his suggestion, the relevant departments relied on what was mentioned in the painting's inscription: The old tile kiln beside Jiezi City was excavated by Tian Fu to tell the story of the previous dynasty. ’

A New Age site was excavated, which is the Sanlihe site in Jiaozhou.

What is particularly interesting is that the professor from Shandong University also dug out a jar exactly like the one in the painting during the excavation process.

What is this Neolithic Age? Wang Jieshi had no idea at all: Is it very early?

Jiang Shan nodded: It belongs to prehistoric civilization, dating back more than 4,300 years.

Hu Xiao: Prehistoric civilization is indeed not new.

Jiang Hai: It has not broken after more than 4,000 years? This jar is really strong!

Under the night, two cars were walking together in Pujiang City.

After the passengers on the bus got off one after another, the door of Oriental Metropolis Daily was close at hand.