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In terms of personal relationships, the things Lu Miao gave out were mostly conventional and not too ostentatious.

When interacting with superiors, most of the things he does are homely and down-to-earth.

Speaking of gift-giving, during the New Year holidays, naturally more people would find excuses to give gifts to the Lu and Fu families.

But this time, it is probably an exception.

Fortunately, the items were accepted as expected.

After strolling around the cultural center and chatting about silk winding craft for a while, Lu Miao left on the pretext of going back to clean the jar.

There is a jar, but it is not a pickle jar...

Lu Miao was thinking about this all the way on the bus home.

When I got off the car at home, I met the Xue family's car again.

Nie Yunge leaned on the window and greeted:
“Aunt Lu!”

"Yunge."

Lu Miao came back to his senses, waved his hands and responded with a smile.

"Put your head back! Did I tell you? You are not allowed to stick your hands and head out of the car window!"

Aunt Xue pulled Nie Yunge and scolded him a few words.

After pulling Nie Yunge back, the car pulled over to the side of the road.

There are not many people that Nie Yunge is willing to get close to, let alone take the initiative to get close to him.

Aunt Xue also got along very well with the Fu family.

In addition, they were originally heading to the Fu family this time, so Aunt Xue swapped seats with Nie Yunge and directly opened the car door to invite Lu Miao to get in.

"You are finally back!"

Aunt Xue pulled Lu Miao affectionately and said jokingly:
"You don't know, after you guys went back to celebrate the New Year, I was almost pining for you. I kept asking to come over, saying I wanted to see if my brothers and sisters had come back!"

I didn’t see her last time I came to pay New Year’s greetings, but this time she said school starts tomorrow, so my sister must be back.

After a whole morning of commotion, I had to come and take a look no matter what.

Aunt Xue was at a loss as to what to do with him.

Lu Miao also laughed: "The children are used to playing together. When Shi An and the others were in their hometown, didn't they always say 'Yun Ge Yun Ge'?"

Aunt Xue took it seriously and laughed even more happily.

Nie Yunge at the side pursed his lips, poked his head out and asked seriously:
"Auntie, where is my sister? Did she say that to me, too?"

Lu Miao laughed: "I said it, I said it all."

Nie Yunge nodded and retracted his head.

When Aunt Xue saw his eyes sparkling, she knew he was happy.

Shaking her head, Aunt Xue started chatting with Lu Miao again, asking her what she was doing.

Lu Miao responded in a disjointed manner.

Without much conversation, the car arrived at the end of the alley.

Aunt Xue expressed her gratitude and entrusted her with a few words, then said that she would come to pick up Nie Yunge in two hours and left first.

Lu Miao waved his hand and walked back with Nie Yunge.

As soon as they entered the yard, the children called each other "brother and sister" affectionately.

Nie Yunge brought some pastries as gifts. He entered the house, put them down, unwrapped them and shared them with everyone.

Mingxia was careful and wrapped a separate portion with the oil paper on the table and kept it.

Nie Yunge saw it and said:

"Sister, don't save it. If you like it, I will ask my aunt to buy it for you tomorrow."

Mingxia shook his head and said:

"This is for my sister Minmin."

"Sister Minmin?"

Nie Yunge was confused.

Ming Xia explained:

"Sister Minmin is the sister from my hometown. She is older than you and the oldest among us!"

Nie Yunge understood and said:
"Then I'll call her sister too."

Mingxia took a bite of the pea yellow and nodded affirmatively:

"That's right!"

Watch the children eating cakes and chatting peacefully.

Lu Miao said, "Get along well with each other and don't fight," and then closed the door and went back to the house. There was no pickle jar at home.

I do have a blue and white porcelain jar that I brought back from the scrap yard a few years ago.

A long time passed. Lu Miao searched around the room for a while before he took out the jar covered with a layer of dust from the innermost part of the bottom of the cupboard.

He blew a breath, and the moment the dust rose, Lu Miao quickly frowned and turned his head to avoid it.

The glaze of the porcelain jar is clear in color, and in the middle of the three sides are pictures of boys holding lotus flowers, wearing several groups of lotus flowers.

The boy holding lotus is a Buddhist element that originated in the Song Dynasty.

In the Qing Dynasty, it meant "giving birth to sons and daughters in succession" and was a common theme during the reign of Emperor Kangxi.

Lu Miao observed the glaze and the base again and again, and felt that there was nothing wrong with it, so he found something to wipe off the dust and put it away.

Afraid that the bus would be bumpy and get damaged, Lu Miao told Lu Yuanzheng at the dinner table to take her there the next day.

After Lu Yuanzheng nodded, she continued:

"Can we still find the person who drove the car last time? Dad doesn't use the car much except for commuting to and from get off work. Can we ask that person to teach Chen Xiangdong?"

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At first, Lu Miao asked Fu Jingyou to teach Chen Xiangdong when he was free, but Fu Jingyou was transferred to Tianjin for work and was very busy, so he really had no time.

Her dad doesn't use the car much, so if possible, she would use his car to learn.

There is a ready-made place, right on the playground of Renmin University.

The place is large, and we avoid the students’ dismissal time, so there is no need to worry about any accidents.

Lu Yuanzheng nodded and said, “Hmm.”
"Come back tomorrow and look at the arrangements."

Lu Miao nodded and said "OK" readily.

The next day, I brought the porcelain jar to the cultural center. The old masters took turns to observe it and were instantly excited:

"it is true!"

"I remember there was a similar one in the museum, but it only had two groups of boy pictures and lotus pictures in the middle. It was smaller than this one, the glaze was not as good, the pictures were blurry, and the painting was not as delicate as this one."

“This one is in great condition!”

"Oh, how can such a treasure be used as a pickle jar?"

The masters gathered around the blue and white porcelain jar and talked in unison.

When Lu Miao heard that it was true, he felt relieved.

She didn't answer the masters' question about where the jar came from.

He just scratched his head pretending to be ignorant and said:

"If this is true, then it is a cultural relic, right?"

Lu Miao paused and continued:
"Can this be donated? Or handed over to the organization?"

"……what?"

The noisy talking suddenly stopped.

Everyone stared at her in amazement.

Lu Miao smiled and said, "Leave professional matters to professionals. We ordinary people can't maintain this kind of thing, so we might as well hand it over."

……

Half an hour later, Lu Miao left the cultural center.

She got into the car, and Lu Yuanzheng looked back at her empty hands and asked:

"fake?"

"Do not."

Lu Miao shook his head and said:

"it is true."

"It's true, where's that thing?"

The car started slowly. Lu Miao looked out the window at the "National Cultural Center" plaque that was flying backwards and said:

“I donated it.”

Even if the item is an antique, it is in the hands of an individual and therefore it is a personal collection.

It is personal property.

Just now, the old masters at the cultural center also advised Lu Miao to think about it carefully.

Although some things cannot be said openly, everyone is telling her in a tactful way:

This thing is very valuable.

If it is kept for a while longer and maintains its integrity and quality, it will be even more valuable in the future. (End of this chapter)