Chapter 437: The collection of the former richest man in the capital is not found here in the Forbidden City! ?
When we were getting off work together, Mr. Cheng suggested to Vice President Zhao Xiwu:
"We should encourage this spirit of identifying problems and correcting omissions."
Of course Zhao Xiwu understood what Mr. Cheng was going to say, and immediately nodded in agreement:
"Okay, then let's give the dialect a credit."
As soon as these words came out, Mr. Cheng was satisfied.
Recently, they have been writing exchange reports since they came back, and they haven't had time to take care of the dialect side yet. Now it seems that the dialect is doing quite well.
On the other side, Fang Yan and Ji Yao chatted and went to the carport to pick up the car.
Lao Ji asked a colleague of his to bring a message home. He was going to Fang Yan's house today and would not go back until later.
Lao Ji doesn't ride a bicycle to work. He takes the bus all the time.
In fact, most people are more accustomed to taking public transportation in winter.
Only the dialect is more showy, and he still rides a motorcycle that is full of air.
Let Lao Ji sit in the carriage, and Fang Yan set off with Lao Ji.
The cold wind on the road made Lao Ji huddle behind the windshield, making him feel cold.
But I saw that Fang Yan seemed to be fine.
"Young people are full of firepower!" Lao Ji said to Fang Yan.
When Fang Yan heard this, he knew that Lao Ji was cold, so he quickly lowered his speed and said to him:
"Sorry, Lao Ji, this is my speed on weekdays."
“It’s a straight line from here to my home, less than three kilometers, and we’ll be there in a moment.”
Lao Ji nodded, hid behind the windshield, took a cigarette, and took a few puffs.
Fang Yan found that Lao Ji's cigarettes were much better than those of his father-in-law.
It seems that the experts who deal with antiques in the National Palace Museum are paid quite well.
It makes sense to think about it, gold in troubled times is antique in prosperous times.
Experts like them will become more and more popular in the future.
Moreover, they have to rely on them to excavate the great Sinong Bronze Power that completely proves the weight of the Han Dynasty.
Counting the time, there are still 4 years before it can be dug out.
Fang Yan was thinking about how to secretly give him some guidance and make him appear in advance.
But there is only an approximate location, and trying to find it is like looking for a needle in a haystack. I don't know how to find dragons and acupuncture points at the moment, and my feng shui is poor.
Apart from that, the only preparation location is the Jinshan hidden by He Shen under Prince Gong's Mansion.
But this thing... Dialect doesn't seem to be of much help to Chinese medicine. It's better to let it be discovered naturally later.
After driving all the way, when Lao Ji finished smoking, he finally arrived at the door of Fang Yan's house.
"Comrade Lao Ji, get off the car, we're here." Fang Yan pointed to the door of his house.
Lao Ji got out of the car shivering coldly, glanced at the door, and said in surprise:
"Do you live in a large courtyard?"
In fact, it's not his fault. The surrounding courtyards with people coming in and out are all large courtyards.
There are several families living in these places, so I don't know how congested they will be. Lao Ji is already imagining the overcrowding inside.
Can antiques be stored in a place like this?
Dialect explained:
"My place is a private courtyard."
Lao Ji rubbed his face and said:
"I'm just telling you, how can you be in a large courtyard with your status... But if you can get into a courtyard with a single family, then your parents must be pretty powerful!"
Lao Ji didn't expect that Fang Yan had built the courtyard by himself because he was too young.
In addition to qualifications, getting assigned to this kind of courtyard also depends on luck and status.
He didn't think about Fang Yan himself at all.
Fang Yan explained to him with a smile:
"This was given to me by the foreign affairs department and has nothing to do with my parents."
"Ah?" Lao Ji was a little confused.
At this moment, he felt that his understanding of the dialect was still a little lacking.
After saying that, he followed Fang Yan and opened the door and walked in.
They were greeted by three dogs.
Lao Ji was a little scared and kept hiding behind Fang Yan.
After seeing this, Fang Yan said to the black girl:
"Take them to the utility room to stay there, don't scare anyone."
The black girl barked a "woof", then turned her head and shook her head at the two little local dogs, and then the other two dogs followed her directly to the utility room.
"Can this dog understand human speech?" Lao Ji asked in surprise.
Dialect said to him:
"It is a reserve police dog eliminated by the Municipal Public Security Bureau. After half a year of training, it can understand some human speech."
"Do you still have a police officer in your family?" Lao Ji asked in surprise.
Fang Yan was too lazy to explain that his dog had nothing to do with the police at home, so he simply responded with a smile:
"My eldest brother-in-law is a police officer, doing trace studies."
Lao Ji suddenly nodded.
Now I have time to observe the dialect family.
Only then did I realize that the specifications of this courtyard were different from those of ordinary large courtyards, not only in terms of bricks and tiles, but also in layout.
As a professional, he soon discovered that this place should have been an official residence.
After contacting the location, Shi Heng was quickly guessed.
Looking at the layout of the house, every room has water, electricity and heating.
And the damage to the yard is minimal.
There is some expert guidance behind the decoration.
After they came back, dinner was already being prepared at home.
Dialect comes to the kitchen:
"Daughter-in-law, let me introduce you that this is Comrade Ji Yao from the Palace Museum. He and I are doing calibration work at the Huaxia Research Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine."
"Lao Ji, this is my wife Zhu Lin."
Zhu Lin smiled and said hello:
"Hello Comrade Ji, welcome to our home."
Lao Ji nodded quickly to Zhu Lin as a greeting.
Fang Yan said to Zhu Lin:
"Comrade Lao Ji and I are going to the study first. You can add an extra dish tonight."
"I know." Zhu Lin nodded in agreement.
After hearing this, Lao Ji said with some embarrassment:
"Oh, what kind of food should I add? Just order whatever you want, I can eat anything."
Even though this is what he said, the etiquette that dialectians should do is still indispensable. Fang Yan took him to the study.
At this time, the young apprentice Zhao Zhengyi was already waiting for class.
As soon as he opened the door, he shouted in dialect:
"Master."
Dialect introduced to Lao Ji:
"This is my nephew and my little apprentice. Now he is learning Chinese medicine and martial arts from me every day."
Lao Ji looked at the little boy Zhao Zhengyi and was surprised that Fang Yan started training apprentices so early.
"Zhengyi, today's class is temporarily suspended. Master has to entertain guests today." Fang Yan said to child Zhao Zhengyi.
Zhao Zhengyi nodded obediently and ran out immediately.
Only Fang Yan and Lao Ji were left in the study.
Only then did Lao Ji notice the books placed throughout Fang Yan's room.
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Two walls with bookshelves were filled.
This one looks like it's in a library.
An ordinary person has so many books in his home, and if you look carefully at the bindings of the books, you can see that many of them are ancient books.
Lao Ji couldn't help but asked in surprise:
"This is the collection of books in your home? Are they all ancient medical books?"
Fang Yan pointed to the books he just put on yesterday and said:
"Not entirely, there are some miscellaneous books there."
"But most of the books in the study are medical-related books."
“There are some I haven’t read yet.”
Lao Ji nodded and tried to appear calmer.
In fact, he was very surprised that so many medical-related books were collected in one person's home. How much time and effort did it take to get so many?
It is simply like a small library of ancient Chinese medicine books.
Lao Ji has been working for so long and has encountered many Chinese medicine practitioners, but this is the first time he has seen such a collection of dialects.
Although he didn't know much about Fang Yan's family, he had already made a very high estimate of Fang Yan's family background at this time.
If it weren't for the inconvenience of asking these questions at this time, he would really like to ask like a household registration check to satisfy his curiosity.
Fang Yan didn't know the other party's psychological activities. He said to Lao Ji:
"Old Ji, look at these books of mine. How can I prevent insects and mildew?"
Lao Ji walked to the bookshelf, looked left and right, and then said:
"This is simple. The environment in your home is pretty good, not too humid, not too dry, and the temperature in the room is actually above zero in winter. It's very simple. You can just customize it and add glass to separate it, and then Just get some insect repellent and throw it in there, and you’ll be fine.”
After speaking, he patted the bookshelf and added:
"Also, the wood material of your bookshelf is originally insect-proof."
He rubbed the paint:
"Look, there's not a single bug in it. The person who ordered this bookshelf put a lot of effort into it."
Fang Yan nodded. Master, the Lu family must have put in the effort to preserve them before. Otherwise, it would not have been possible to preserve them for such a long time. Most of the books had no problems, and even the books with some problems were minor problems.
At most, there is just some mildew and fading.
I really didn’t see any moth infestations.
Fang Yan took a notebook and wrote down, adding glass to the bookshelf.
Lao Ji took out a measuring tape from his pocket and said:
"You don't need to write it down, I'll just take the measurements and I'll have it custom made."
Upon hearing this, Fang Yan immediately stepped forward to help Lao Ji measure up.
After Lao Ji's measurements came out, he quickly drew a picture and marked the dimensions on it.
I saw this craftsmanship in Meng Jimin's hands last time.
After taking care of the books at home, Fang Yan dragged out two more boxes of antiques.
This is Le Miao's stuff, and now it needs to be customized if you want to save it.
After Fang Yan opened the box, Lao Ji was dumbfounded.
Two large boxes of various antique artifacts.
Some of the things inside made his eyelids jump. If he didn't believe in Fang Yan's character, he would have called the police.
How many generations will it take to collect these things?
And the most terrible thing is that it is placed in two big boxes.
Although the placement is quite regular, it is obviously not conducive to long-term placement. After being squeezed by gravity, it will definitely cause varying degrees of damage later.
His temples were pounding and he said in dialect:
"Are you leaving this thing like this because you don't want it?"
Fang Yan explained to him:
"A friend of mine left this with me. She will probably come back in a few years. She doesn't feel safe leaving it at home, so she gave it all to me to keep. She also put it away herself."
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"I felt something was wrong, so I asked you to help me design the cabinet."
Lao Ji hesitated and asked:
"Can I ask who your friend is?"
Fang Yan heard it, and Lao Ji was worried if he didn't say anything. Fang Yan had nothing to hide and said:
"Lejia, Lemiao."
It was only after Lao Ji heard these words that he understood.
Roca is so famous, no wonder they have these things.
Collecting all the way from the Qing Dynasty can indeed collect a lot of things.
He shook his head speechlessly, took out his gloves, put on a mask, and began to take out the items in the two boxes and recategorize them.
After a while, four areas were placed in the room.
Then he took a pen and started to draw on the notebook, out of thin air.
Soon he designed two cabinets with different shapes.
The size and length of each compartment is also marked inside the cabinet, so that these things can be stored stably.
After finishing the design, Lao Ji said to the dialect:
"Okay, I will have the cabinet made as soon as possible, so don't stack these things on top of each other."
"Okay, I'll figure out a way to separate them later." Fang Yan responded.
Lao Ji rubbed his eyebrows and said to Fang Yan:
"That's you. If anyone else had so many antiques, I would definitely have to call the police. Some of these things are not even in the Forbidden City."
After saying this, I sighed:
"The collection of this former richest man in Beijing is really amazing."
PS: The 6,000-word basic chapter has been updated.
(End of chapter)