Respectfully

In the seventh year of the Republic of China, on October 1916, 10 in the Gregorian calendar, the cargo ship transporting antiques and cultural relics arrived in Dalian. The German instructors who were supposed to arrive in China at the end of September also arrived half a month later.

These German officers will teach in three military schools in the six northern provinces.According to the fulfillment agreement, during their stay in China, their board, lodging and salary will be borne by Huaxia.In addition, a Chinese translator will be arranged for each of them.These translators are mainly civilian staff of military academies and military staff officers, who are familiar with German and English and have a background in studying abroad.

The staff officers who acted as translators were all young. When they went to the Marshal's Mansion to meet the young Marshal Lou in batches, Li Jinyan looked familiar. Among them, the oldest was only 28 years old. Perhaps in this era, the three Standing at ten, 28 is not young anymore, but in Li Jinyan's eyes, each of these soldiers can be called young and promising.

Of course, Shaoshuai Lou's external conditions are far from others, and his "material" is too heaven-defying, so it is not within the scope of comparison.

In addition to serving as the translators of the German instructors, these staff officers have another important task. They must try to find out the "details" of the Germans. Although it is clearly written in black and white, the European War is fierce. It's hard to say if more talents are sent to China.

If their level is not up to the bargaining chips given by Li Jinyan, Li Sanshao will be very angry.Once Li Sanshao gets angry, the consequences will be quite serious.

The affairs of the German Army Instructor Corps were properly arranged, and the next step was to transport the antiques and cultural relics from Dalian to Dalian, and from Dalian to Guanbei.

Before the things arrived, several old gentlemen heard the news from Li Jinyan. They were so happy that they almost got on the train and ran to Dalian directly.Li Jinyan persuaded them with great difficulty. After thinking about it, he might not be able to hold on alone, so he asked Marshal Lou for help. Unexpectedly, Marshal Lou didn't even raise his head, and just said, "I'm busy with business."

As for being really busy, Young Master Lou also has nothing to do with those old men, only God knows.

This situation gave Li Jinyan the illusion that they were not talking about the "problems" of a few old gentlemen, but were facing the "X-year itch".

Shaking his head, Li Jinyan could only comfort himself, Young Marshal Lou was planning to go to Sakhalin Island to clean up Japanese scumbags and old men. He was indeed very busy... The consequence of understanding was that for two consecutive days, the Marshal's Mansion held a feast of bitter gourds.

The few old gentlemen who were looking forward to the arrival of the antiques day and night didn't care what they were eating, only Young Marshal Lou, who would be silent for a long time every time he picked up the chopsticks.Then silently grilled rice.

On October [-], the train from Dalian finally arrived at Guanbei Railway Station.

Five locked wooden boxes were transported directly from the train station to the Marshal's Mansion by the soldiers.Several old gentlemen were all sitting in the living room, accompanied by Li Jinyan, Bai Baoqi, who was supposed to be in the capital, also deserted, and the head office of Huaxia National Bank finally managed to give himself a vacation.

Li Jinyan had expected that these batches of antiques would be brought back and his long-cherished wishes would be fulfilled by the old gentlemen, and his life would be easier, but he never imagined that this was just the beginning!Batch after batch of antiques were shipped back from Europe, and more and more, instead of going back home, these old people set up camp in Guanbei, calling friends and calling for friends, like a magnet, attracting more and more people. "Old Mister" and "Little Mister".

Among them, several old gentlemen who were good at teaching saw that the atmosphere of running schools in the six northern provinces was very strong, and they couldn't bear it. They wanted to open private schools, but changed their minds halfway, and went to several schools in Guanbei to become teachers.Who dares to stop them?

Universities and middle schools are nothing more than that, but a master of Chinese studies, who went to teach the children in the Mongolian school to write calligraphy, is still cursive!The teachers in the school turned green.If it wasn't out of respect, I'm afraid they would have pointed their noses and scolded this master of Chinese studies for "mistaking his son".

Teaching cursive script to children who have just learned to read is not misleading children, what else can it be?I just can hold the pen steadily, and I can't make it horizontally or vertically, but I have learned the "Zhong Kui Style" in one hand. Can you see it? !

If Tao Deyou, the Minister of Education, found out, I am afraid that Minister Tao would beat his chest, stamp his feet and look up to the sky and sigh. He went to Guanbei to teach children to learn calligraphy when he visited the thatched cottage three times. How could there be such a big difference?

Leaving aside things like teaching and calligraphy, at this moment, Bai Lao and the others were all focused on the five boxes carried to the living room.

The locks on the boxes were opened one by one. There were three boxes of ancient books, one box contained small pieces of porcelain and gold and silver wares, and the other box contained only one piece of bronze wares.

Bai Lao and the others didn't look at the porcelain, gold and silver wares, and even the bronze wares passed by. Their eyes mainly fell on the three boxes of ancient books.Seven old gentlemen gathered around the box, watching intently, their hands trembling slightly when they picked up the books.

"The Yongle Grand Ceremony, this is the Yongle Grand Ceremony! It was not copied during the Jiajing period, but the Yongle version!"

"The pages of the book are defaced, and some inner pages are missing, so it must have been burned."

"Deon, come and see, this is..."

The old gentlemen looked at it seriously and talked, as if they had forgotten everything around them. Even Bai Lao sat on the ground, just like this, surrounded by three boxes, and you looked through each volume.They are extremely careful when turning the pages of the book. Even if the book is defaced, even if there is only half of the book left, they seem to be holding a priceless treasure. When it comes to excitement and indignation, you don't need to look at their expressions, just listen to their voices. Feel the unspeakable pain.

The treasure of China, the cultural inheritance of thousands of years, took several generations of painstaking efforts to compile a book, but it was destroyed by war, lost by robbers, and even stolen and sold to foreigners!

It's a pity, it's a pity, it's hateful!

Not only five boxes of antiques were sent to Guanbei, but also a letter from Second Sister Xu.Many things that could not be explained in the telegram, she wrote in this letter and handed it over to the intelligence personnel to bring it back together.

In addition to some situations in Europe, the letter also wrote about the recovery process of this batch of cultural relics. Among them, some foreigners bought food, medicine and other necessities of life in Nieder's firm, and some obtained them by accident.

What made Li Jinyan feel uncomfortable was that the few volumes of the Yongle Canon that were cherished by Bai Lao and others were actually found by Second Sister Xu from a French officer's stable!Four volumes of Chinese ancient books were used by this Frenchman as a manger!

Two other volumes were found in an antique shop, one with burnt writing so that it was illegible, the other stained with what looked like ink dripping or blood splattered on the paper.When Second Sister Xu asked, the owner told her that the two books were brought back from China by her husband in 1900.At the same time, she also brought back a few pieces of porcelain, which were all sold, and some gold and silver were also melted away by her.

"If you want, I can sell it to you. No cash, just real objects." The antique shop owner knows who Second Sister Xu is, or in other words, everyone who knows Nieder's firm knows Mrs. Nieder, "It's very important to me. It's useless to say, but you want it, I know."

In the end, these two ancient books were exchanged for three boxes of canned meat.

1900, the Year of Gengzi.

Everyone in Huaxia should know what happened in the capital of Huaxia this year!

After reading line by line, Li Jinyan's hand holding the letter began to tremble, his lips were bitten tightly, and a fishy-sweet taste overflowed from his mouth.

Warm palms covered his eyes, and the rough calluses scratched the corners of his eyes.

Li Jinyan leaned back, covered the back of that hand, crumpled the letter into a ball, and pinched it in his palm. After a long time, he said, "Young commander, the robber should be killed, right?"

"Correct."

The room returned to silence again, and for a long time, the two of them didn't say a word.