Before Ren Zixian could walk back to the laboratory, he heard Professor Mo Wen standing at the door making a phone call, and his voice almost echoed throughout the entire floor.
"Is this our job? Just do it for us?! It's our calligraphy and painting repairer's turn to do this?!" Seeing her coming, Professor Mo Wen waved his hand angrily and told her to hurry in.
"What happened?" Ren Zixian asked Qin Yiyi as he sat down.
"It's like this," Qin Yiyi's information is obviously much better informed than Ren Zixian's. "It's a project for this appreciation meeting. The cultural relics restoration factory has temporarily added a difficult task. It is said that it is a piece of art that was dug out in Fengjing. Former Sui Dynasty painted lacquer coffin on black background.”
"Painted coffin?"
"Yes," Fang He turned around and said, "Our cultural relics department does not have a lacquerware team, and originally we could not do this work, but the cultural relics restoration factory designated Professor Mo Wen to do it, saying that it was for the restoration of calligraphy, painting and coffins. The same thing. Isn’t this just messing around?”
It is possible to restore other ancient relics, but the lacquer coffin is huge and the entire main body will basically be eroded due to long-term exposure.
What's more, lacquer painting needs to go through dozens of processes, including single-color paint, cover paint, tracing paint, gold tracing, piling up paint, filling paint, carving and filling... none of them can be handled easily.
Not to mention that they are studying calligraphy and painting restoration, even if they are really students studying lacquerware, they cannot guarantee that they will really do a good job in such a huge restoration work.
The entire Mowen Research Laboratory is simply an amateur in the restoration of lacquerware. They are as separated as mountains. How can they be confused?
Professor Mo Wen's voice kept coming: "No! I absolutely don't agree to take risks with such a valuable cultural relic! What's more, you can send it to Fengjing Laboratory. Although they don't have a lacquerware group, There is a wooden equipment team, no matter what, it is much better than us."
"Professor Mo Wen, you also know that we can't refuse the project of Literary Renovation Factory, not to mention that the president of Yan University has already nodded. You can't change it just by saying you don't agree." The voice on the phone also became louder. "This matter has been finalized. At least we need to show our attitude."
To show off one's attitude means to hang on to Professor Mo Wen's name and find any student to take the blame.
"That's nonsense!" Professor Mo Wen's chest heaved with anger, "The students I have carefully trained are not for you to take the blame for!"
Fang He came over and said, "Actually, this matter is easy to understand. Originally, the two teachers Mo Yu were fighting against each other, and everyone was at peace. But now Professor Yu Xinyi is ignored, and only Professor Mo Wen stands out. The higher-ups want to frustrate him. With so much vigor, I’m afraid the principal is also adding fuel to the fire.”
"What are you talking about!" Professor Mo Wen stepped in with a cold face, and his face turned abnormally red.
Ren Zixian's expression condensed and his gaze dropped. Professor Mo Wen's hand trembled unconsciously.
"Do your own thing! Don't interrupt when you shouldn't interrupt!" After saying that, he turned around and saw him covering his heart, panting and falling down straight before he walked out the door.
Ren Zixian was the one closest to him and noticed something was wrong. He reacted the fastest and grabbed Professor Mo Wen: "Call 120!"
She laid Professor Morven flat on the ground and performed first aid measures.
Qin Yiyi obviously didn't react when the incident suddenly happened. After hearing Ren Zixian's words, she remembered to take out her mobile phone and make an emergency call.
The news that Professor Mowen fell ill due to a project spread like wildfire, and many students watched as he was taken away by ambulance.
That night it was posted as a hot post on the forum, but was deleted within half an hour.
Ren Zixian took the information on Qi Coffin and spent the afternoon checking the information in the library.
The information obtained by the cultural relics restoration factory is very complete. The coffins and silks from the pre-Ming Dynasty belong to a famous eunuch.
The natural paint on the entire coffin has obviously peeled off. It was originally able to survive underground. During the early stages of conservation, the lacquered coffin was randomly discarded, so the mold inside came into contact with the air and exploded directly, spreading throughout the entire coffin. .
The coffin is a four-layered coffin made of catalpa wood. The inner walls are all painted with vermilion lacquer, but the exteriors are different from each other, so it is not possible to remove the coffin body and only keep the lacquered part.
There is mold inside that has penetrated the texture, and there is dirt on the outside that has a complex composition.
How to deal with the mold on it has become a major and thorny project.
No wonder the restoration shop sees it as a hot potato.
Qin Yiyi knew that Ren Zixian wanted to do a cultural relic restoration plant project, and saw her in the library looking for information on lacquer paintings, but this was obviously not a job she could take.
"The reason why Professor Mo Wen has not accepted it is because this project is not a good one at all," Qin Yiyi said, leaning on the bookcase with her hands folded. "If it is successful, the superiors know how to do it. If it is not successful, we will take the blame. I know You want to work in a cultural relic restoration factory, but you have to pick a good project to get ahead, and you can’t just send it to others to be used as cannon fodder.”
"I know." Ren Zixian closed the book, "It's one thing that it's difficult to repair, but don't you think it's strange why the lacquer coffin went all the way to Yuanda?"
Qin Yiyi shrugged: "Who knows the things above? This is not something you and I can inquire about."
By the time Ren Zixian left the library, it was almost ten o'clock and Qin Yiyi had already left.
Lin Qingsong didn't call and send a message, so he probably wouldn't go back for dinner. Ren Zixian held the package and prepared to try his luck at Professor Xu's place.
Professor Xu was still sitting there, dressed as a student, reading.
"Professor Xu, do you plan to receive the package today?" Ren Zixian asked directly.
After several times, Ren Zixian finally understood that Xu Xuanming didn't want to accept the package at all.
If she had just put it down and left the first time, then the package would have been lost before 'Xu Xuanming' got it.
Don't take over, but don't refuse directly either.
Xu Xuanming glanced at her: "If you don't want to take it, take it back."
Ren Zixian didn't ask any more questions and turned around with the express in his arms.
"Aren't you going to ask?" Xu Xuanming's voice came from behind, and he closed the book gently, "You are just a package delivery person, why don't you bother running all the way if I don't accept it?"
Ren Zixian turned around: "Professor, will you accept it?"
"Interesting." Xu Xuanming glanced at the time, "Let's go, the teacher will treat you to a meal."
Xu Xuanming asked Ren Zixian to choose a restaurant not far from the school.
All the dishes are home-cooked, the prices are reasonable and the portions are large, so students often come here.
When Ren Zixian and Xu Xuanming entered, there were only one or two tables left eating, and it looked like the boss was about to close.
The two ordered their dishes and sat down.
"Do you know why Teacher Yu Xinyi asked you to send him there one after another?" Xu Xuanming washed the cup and poured himself a cup of tea.
Ren Zixian shook his head, Xu Xuanming did not go around the bush and told the whole story directly: "She took a fancy to the single qualification for the literary competition in my hand."
So that’s it. Ren Zixian lowered his eyes. The cultural relics restoration competition is a large-scale competition led by the Cultural Affairs Bureau and the cultural relics restoration factory in recent years.
In an environment where policies increasingly focus on cultural export and revitalization, such large-scale competitions have naturally attracted widespread attention from all walks of life.
It can be said that so far, there is no more valuable game than this.
If a student can break through the provincial selection and enter the national competition, not only the graduate qualifications, but also the cultural relic restoration factory and the Cultural Affairs Bureau will exempt him from the written examination.
Many professors will also include their ranking in cultural relic restoration competitions as bonus points in their selections.
The competition is divided into individual competition and team competition.
Since Professor Mo Wen is the gold medal professor of Yan University, under pressure from many parties, he can only lead the team to participate in the team competition and give up the quota for the individual competition.
Xu Xuanming took out a pack of spicy strips from nowhere and ate it by himself: "Professor Yu could also recommend it originally, but she is in an awkward situation now, so she has no choice but to ask me to give you this place in the competition."
The number of places in the competition is very limited. In addition to Professor Mo Wen's recommendation qualifications, only Professor Xu Xuanming has the recommendation place at Yantai University. No wonder Professor Yu Xinyi did not hesitate to ask Xu Xuanming with shame.
She had to admit that this was a good opportunity. If she could get Professor Xu Xuanming's recommendation, it would save her a lot of time.
"But..." Professor Xu Xuanming changed the topic, "No matter how beautiful your resume is, you are still a newcomer in terms of literary studies. Wouldn't it be embarrassing for me to recommend a newcomer?"
"That's not a reason." Ren Zixian nodded, "There must be another reason why you can't recommend me."
"Of course," Xu Xuanming put down the spicy sticks and stopped talking in circles with her, "That means you don't deserve it."
Ren Zixian was not angry.
Xu Xuanming: "As a student of microbiology, you dare to enter the liberal arts major after just sitting in a few classes in your junior year. Do you think our liberal arts major can admit any rubbish? You are just a girl, why should you suffer this? You won’t be able to do it for long anyway, so why don’t you just drop out of school?”
Ren Zixian picked up the serving chopsticks and picked up a handful of bean sprouts for himself: "How do you know I won't be doing it for a long time?"
Xu Xuanming snorted coldly: "You think no one knows? You and I both know very well what relationship you have with President Lin. You didn't catch up with the postgraduate entrance examination last year. It was Lin who found the relationship to get you in. I hate you the most in my life. People who take shortcuts. Don’t you think it’s better to change your major to another major? What we do here is related to the lives of cultural relics. This is the root of our ancestors! It’s not just for fun!”
Xu Xuanming speaks very straightforwardly. He has been digging in the fields with his master since he was a teenager, and now he has become the youngest professor in the field of cultural relic protection and restoration. Without enthusiasm, he would definitely not be able to persevere.
I heard from my master that when the problem of food and clothing was first solved, this discipline had not yet formed a system. There was a shortage of restoration talents, and the superiors did not pay attention to it, so many inexperienced workers were sent to do excavation and restoration.
There are countless outrageous operations such as applying wall paint directly to murals or driving steel nails into clay sculptures.
Many of them cannot be restored to their original state due to the lack of inherited craftsmanship.
Every time Xu Xuanming couldn't help sighing, how many good things left by his ancestors were just wasted.
Therefore, he deeply hates "playing tricks" like Ren Zixian, who became a monk halfway. What harm can this group of playthings and despondent people do?
