Rebirth 1977 Great Era

Chapter 437: The collection of the former richest man in Beijing, which is not in the Forbidden City but can be found here! ?
When they were leaving get off work together, Mr. Cheng suggested to Vice President Zhao Xiwu:

"We should encourage this spirit of identifying problems and filling gaps."

Zhao Xiwu certainly understood what Mr. Cheng was going to say, and he immediately nodded and agreed:

"Okay, then I'll give Fang Yan credit for this."

After hearing this, Mr. Cheng was satisfied.

Recently they have been writing exchange reports and have not had time to take care of the dialect issues. Now it seems that the dialect is doing quite well.

On the other side, Fang Yan and Ji Yao were chatting while going to the carport to pick up the car.

Lao Ji asked one of his colleagues to tell his family that he would be going to Fangyan's house today and would be back later.

Lao Ji doesn't ride a bike to work. He takes the bus these days.

In fact, most people are more accustomed to taking the bus in winter.

Only the dialect is a bit flashy, and he is still riding a motorcycle that is full of wind.

Fangyan let Lao Ji sit in the truck and set off with him.

The cold wind on the road made Lao Ji huddle behind the windshield and feel cold.

But Fangyan seemed to be fine.

"Young people are full of energy!" Old Ji said to Fangyan.

When Fang Yan heard this, he knew that Old Ji was cold, so he quickly slowed down and said to him:
"Sorry, Old Ji, this is my normal speed."

"It's a straight line from here to my home, less than three kilometers, and I'll be there in a short while."

Old Ji nodded, hid behind the windshield, put a cigarette in his mouth and took a few deep puffs.

Fangyan discovered that the cigarettes Lao Ji smoked were much better than those of his father-in-law.

It seems that the experts in antiques at the Palace Museum are paid quite well.

It makes sense, gold in troubled times, antiques in prosperous times.

In the future, experts like them will become more and more popular.

Moreover, they had to dig up the bronze weight of the Minister of Agriculture that could completely prove the weight of the Han Dynasty.

Calculating the time, it will take another 4 years to be dug out.

Fangyan was thinking about whether he could find a way to secretly give some instructions so that it could appear in the world earlier.

However, I only have an approximate location, and it would be like looking for a needle in a haystack to find it. I currently don't know how to locate dragon points or feng shui.

Apart from this, the only prepared location was the gold mountain where Heshen hid below Prince Gong’s Mansion.

But as for this thing...I don't think dialect is of much help to Chinese medicine, so let it be discovered naturally later.

After driving all the way, when Lao Ji finished smoking his cigarette, they finally arrived at Fangyan's house.

"Comrade Lao Ji, get off the car, we've arrived." Fang Yan pointed to the door of his home.

Old Ji got out of the car shivering with cold, glanced at the door, and said in surprise:
"Do you live in a slum?"

In fact, it’s not his fault. The courtyards around him that are frequented by people are all slums.

If several families lived in these places, I wonder how congested the traffic would be. Old Ji was already imagining the crowded scene.

Can antiques be stored in a place like this?

The dialect explains:
"This is my own house."

Old Ji rubbed his face and said:

"I knew it. How could you possibly live in a slum with your status? But to be able to live in a courtyard house with its own gate and yard, your parents must be pretty powerful!"

Old Ji didn't expect that Fangyan got this courtyard house by himself because he was too young.

To be assigned to this kind of courtyard, one needs not only seniority, but also luck and status.

He didn't think about Fangyan himself at all.

Fang Yan smiled and explained to him:
"This was given to me by the foreign affairs department and has nothing to do with my parents."

"Ah?" Old Ji was a little confused.

At this moment, he felt that his understanding of Fang Yan was still a little insufficient.

As he said that, he followed Fangyan, opened the door and walked in.

They were greeted by three dogs.

Old Ji was a little scared and kept hiding behind Fangyan.

After seeing this, Fangyan said to Heinu:

"Take them to the utility room and don't scare anyone."

Hei Nuo barked, then turned around and shook her head at the two little dogs, and the other two dogs followed her directly into the utility room.

"Can this dog understand human language?" Old Ji asked in surprise.

Fang Yan said to him:
"It is a reserve police dog eliminated by the Municipal Public Security Bureau. After six months of training, it can understand some human language."

"Is there anyone in your family working in public security?" Old Ji asked in surprise.

Fangyan was too lazy to explain that his dog had nothing to do with the police at home, and simply responded with a smile:
"My eldest brother-in-law is a police officer, and he studies traceology."

Old Ji nodded suddenly.

Only now do I have time to observe Fangyan's home.

It was only then that I discovered that the specifications of this courtyard house were different from those of ordinary shantytowns, not only in the bricks and tiles, but also in the layout.

As a professional, he quickly discovered that this place should have been an official residence in the past.

Considering the location here, it was quickly guessed that it was Shi Heng.

Looking at the layout of the house, every room has water, electricity and heating.

And the damage to the yard was minimized.

There must be an expert behind the decoration.

When they came back, dinner had already started to be prepared at home.

Dialects come to the kitchen:
"Wife, let me introduce you to Comrade Ji Yao from the Palace Museum. He and I are doing verification work at the Huaxia Institute of Traditional Chinese Medicine."

"Old Ji, this is my wife Zhu Lin."

Zhu Lin smiled and said hello:
"Hello, Comrade Ji, welcome to our home."

Old Ji quickly nodded to Zhu Lin as a greeting.

Fang Yan said to Zhu Lin:

"Comrade Lao Ji and I will go to the study first. Please add one more dish tonight."

"I know." Zhu Lin nodded in agreement.

After hearing this, Old Ji said a little embarrassedly:

"Hey, what do you want to add? Just order whatever you want. I can eat anything."

Although that was what he said, the Fangyan family still had to follow the proper etiquette. Fangyan pulled him to the study.

At this time, the young apprentice Zhao Zhengyi was already here waiting for class.

As soon as he opened the door, he shouted to Fangyan:
"Master."

Fangyan introduced to Lao Ji:

"This is my nephew, and also my little apprentice. He is learning Chinese medicine and martial arts from me every day."

Old Ji looked at the tiny appearance of little boy Zhao Zhengyi and was surprised that Fang Yan had started training an apprentice so early.

"Zhengyi, let's take a break from today's classes. The master wants to entertain guests today." Fangyan said to little Zhao Zhengyi.

Zhao Zhengyi nodded obediently and ran out immediately.

Only Fangyan and Lao Ji were left in the study.

Only then did Old Ji notice the books placed throughout the room.

Both walls with bookshelves are filled.

This one looks like it's in a library.

It is surprising that an ordinary family has so many books. And if you look closely at the binding of the books, many of them are ancient thread-bound books.

Old Ji couldn't help but asked in surprise:

"Is this the collection of books in your home? All ancient medical books?"

Fangyan pointed to the books that had just been put up yesterday and said:
"Not entirely. There are some miscellaneous books there."

"But currently most of the books in the study are medical-related."

“There are some I haven’t even seen yet.”

Old Ji nodded, trying to appear a little calmer.

In fact, he was very surprised that so many medical books were collected in one person's home. How much time and effort would it take to get so many?

It is just like a small library of ancient Chinese medical books.

Lao Ji has been working in this field for a long time and has seen and come into contact with many Chinese medicine practitioners, but this is the first time he has seen a collection of dialects.

Although he didn't know much about Fang Yan's family, he had already made a high estimate of Fang Yan's family background.

If it wasn't inconvenient to ask these questions at this time, he really wanted to ask them in a household registration-style manner to satisfy his curiosity.

Fang Yan didn't know what the other person was thinking. He said to Lao Ji:

"Old Ji, take a look at these books of mine. How can we prevent insects and mildew?"

Old Ji walked to the bookshelf, looked left and right, and then said:
"This is easy. The environment at your home is pretty good. It's not too humid, nor too dry. Moreover, the temperature in the room is kept above zero in winter. This is very simple. Just customize it with glass to separate it, and then put some insect repellent inside, and there will be no problem."

After saying this, he patted the bookshelf and added:
"Also, the wood your bookshelf is made of is insect-proof."

He stroked the paint on it:
"Look, there isn't even a worm hole. The person who made this bookshelf put a lot of thought and effort into it."

Fang Yan nodded. Master, the Lu family must have put a lot of effort in preserving the books, otherwise they wouldn’t have been preserved for so long. Most of the books have no problems at all, and even the ones that have some problems are only minor.

At most, there is some mold and fading.

I didn't see any insect infestation.

Fangyan took a notebook and wrote it down, and added glass to the bookshelf.

Old Ji took out a tape measure from his pocket and said:

"You don't have to write it, I'll just measure the size and I'll have it custom made when the time comes."

Upon hearing this, Fang Yan immediately stepped forward to help Lao Ji measure it.

After Lao Ji took the measurements, he quickly drew a picture and marked the dimensions on it.

The last time I saw this skill was in the hands of Meng Jimin.

After taking care of the books at home, Fangyan dragged out two boxes of antiques.

This is Le Miao's thing. Now I need to customize it in order to preserve it.

After Fangyan opened the box, Lao Ji was stunned.

Two large boxes full of various antique artifacts.

Some of the things inside made his eyelids twitch. If he didn't believe in Fangyan's character, he would have wanted to call the police.

How many generations would it take to collect these things?
And the worst thing is that it was placed in two large boxes.

Although they are placed in a relatively regular pattern, it is obviously not suitable for long-term storage. After being squeezed by gravity, they will definitely cause varying degrees of damage in the future.

His temples were throbbing, and he spoke in dialect:

"You put this thing like this, don't you want it anymore?"

Fangyan explained to him:

"This was left here by a friend of mine. She will probably be back in a few years, and she was worried about leaving it at home, so she gave it all to me to keep. She also placed it here by herself."

"I feel like something is wrong, so I'm asking you to help me design a cabinet to put it in."

Old Ji hesitated and asked:
"Can I ask who your friend is?"

Fangyan heard it, and although Old Ji was worried, Fangyan had nothing to hide and said:
"Le family, Le Miao."

Old Ji finally understood after hearing these words.

The Le family is so famous, no wonder they have these things.

Collecting all the way from the Qing Dynasty, you can indeed collect a lot of things.

He shook his head speechlessly, took out gloves, put on a mask, and began to take out the items from the two boxes and reclassify them.

After a while, four areas were set up in the room.

Then he took a pen and began to draw on the notebook.

Soon he designed two cabinets with different shapes.

The size and length of each grid are also marked inside the cabinet, so as to ensure that these things can be stored securely.

After finishing the design, Lao Ji said to Fang Yan:

"Okay, I'll have someone make the cabinet as soon as possible, so you don't need to stack these things together."

"Okay, I'll find a way to separate them later," Fangyan responded.

Old Ji rubbed his brows and said to Fang Yan:

"It's just you. If anyone else had so many antiques, I would have called the police. Some of these things are not even in the Forbidden City."

After saying this, I sighed:

"This former richest man in Beijing has an amazing collection."

PS: The 6000-word basic chapter has been updated.

(End of this chapter)