For the first time, Professor Wen didn't drink too much during the lunch.
After Wang Ke and Ye Xianxian accepted the task, they drove the excavator and dug in the west of the village. They worked hard and stayed up late at night until ten o'clock in the evening. Finally, this huge pit was dug, and it didn't delay tomorrow's paving of base materials and side stones arranged by the old village chief.
At around nine o'clock the next morning, Wang Ke accompanied Ye Xianxian in a van to pick someone up at Dingxian Railway Station. Godfather Dong Pianfang was busy clearing out another room upstairs and settling in for Mr. Yan.
As soon as Wang Ke got in the car, he closed his eyes and fell asleep, completely ignoring that Ye drove the car alone.
When passing by the army barracks, Ye Qianqian wanted to wake up Wang Ke and ask him if he was returning to the company? After thinking for a moment, she resisted the urge. Why did you wake him up and let Brother Bing sleep a little longer? He was very tired these days.
After arriving at Dingxian Railway Station, Wang Ke woke up leisurely. Seeing that the train from Jinmen would not arrive until half an hour later, Wang Ke jumped out of the car and ran. In the shopping mall next to the train station, he bought a pair of 150-degree reading glasses for his godfather Dong Piaofang. .
The train finally entered the station, and Wang Ke saw Mr. Yan in the crowd of people leaving the station. He is still as bright-eyed and energetic, with his silver-white hair neatly combed. He was wearing a light gray suit, holding a walking stick in his right hand and a leather bag in his left hand.
"Hello, grandpa!" Wang Ke stepped forward, saluted first, then took the bag from Mr. Yan's hand, and then helped him walk towards the van. Then Ye Qianxuan also received the five veteran graduate students, who are now staff of the institute, three women and two men, all carrying large and small bags.
As soon as they got on the bus, Mr. Yan, who was sitting in the front row, said to Ye Qianqian, "Little girl, you are Ye Qianqian, right?"
Ye Qianpian suddenly turned around in shock. "Yes, Grandpa, you know me?!"
"Haha, I don't know you, but my grandson Yanjiao talks about you a lot."
"Ah, Platoon Commander Yan." Ye Xianqian quickly started the car, turned around and drove out of the train station square.
Wang Ke was sitting behind Mr. Yan and didn't know what to say. After hearing what Mr. Yan said, Wang Ke guessed that Yan Jiao must have been bragging at home. On the contrary, it would be better to just shave off his head and choose his son. If he doesn't get rid of his shortcomings of having high vision and low hand, and being eloquent, he really won't be worthy of Ye Qianpian.
It seemed a little funny that there were a car full of adults in a car driven by a little girl.
The van drove very fast, and when it was approaching the barracks, Wang Ke couldn't help but said: "Teacher Xiaoye, can you give me ten minutes, and I will go back to the company to collect the allowance and living expenses."
Wang Ke still didn't dare to be too presumptuous in front of everyone, especially in front of Mr. Yan.
Ye happened to glance at Wang Ke, looked at his pitiful little eyes, and laughed out loud. He didn't pay attention, but when he arrived at the bridge on the east side of the army, the car turned right. The car was familiar with the road and drove to the northeast corner gate closest to the company, stopped, opened the door, "Go quickly, we are waiting for you here."
Wang Ke jumped out of the car and ran towards the company. The troops had already stationed in Xishan. Wang Ke ran to the left-behind squad in one breath. I received my living expenses and allowances, and of course I also found four or five of my own letters among the pile of letters, and there were actually two parcels.
It was exactly ten minutes when he ran into the car with two mailed packages.
"It's taking up everyone's time."
None of Professor Wen's students thought that the young man in the car was actually a member of the People's Liberation Army.
As the van continued to drive towards Nanshao Village, Mr. Yan slowly started talking more and more. It was not convenient for him to strike up a conversation with Ye Xuanqian, so he started chatting with Wang Ke.
"Comrade Xiao Wang, you still owe me something."
Wang Ke knew that Mr. Yan was talking about the three pages of fragments of the Book Saint, but Professor Wen seemed to think that Mr. Yan's talents were not suitable and did not agree to transfer them to him. So for now, Wang Ke can only use delaying tactics. "Report to Mr. Yan, I will remember it. But our platoon leaders have gone to Xishan now, so this matter will have to wait for a while."
"Well, Comrade Xiao Wang, you know the main reason why I came to Nanshao this time, right?"
"I know, Mr. Yan, your love for family and country is unparalleled. My godfather also cares about the future of the whole village."
"Your godfather?"
"It's Dong Pianfang. You are staying at his house today. Teacher Wen is calling you on his behalf."
"Oh, it turns out that Dong Pianfang is your godfather! Why would he get rid of such a precious ancestral possession?" It seems that Mr. Yan has begun to become concerned about the motives of this transfer.
So Wang Ke talked about the flood that had never happened in Nanshao Village in a century, and then talked about Dong’s decision to jointly develop “Dong’s Natural Glue” with Jinmen University School of Medicine. In order to solve the problem of raising funds to set up a factory, he organized the whole village People breed Northwest black donkeys and reluctantly give up their ancestral treasures. As he talked, he naturally mentioned that Professor Wen came to Nanshao to excavate ancient river channels and helped Nanshao Village run a sand mining field.
"Wait a minute, Comrade Xiao Wang, is there anything archeological in this ancient river? So many people came here, including you." Mr. Yan already knew that the people in the car were all Professor Wen's graduate students, but he had not yet Think of more and deeper levels.
"Studying the changes in ancient rivers is mainly to explore the hydrogeological history since the Warring States Period. It is mainly to study the development history of Yan culture through the excavation of sunken ships."
"Comrade Xiao Wang, are you saying that you came to inspect the ancient river channel mainly to excavate sunken ships?"
"Cough cough cough!" Ye started coughing in the driver's seat, and Wang Ke suddenly realized that he had talked too much. It should be said that all archaeological relics belong to the state, and many specific things are classified. I have learned the confidentiality regulations and should not say anything that I should not say.
"Mr. Yan, you can have a good chat with Professor Wen tonight. You haven't had lunch yet, right?" Wang Ke started to interrupt. In fact, it was an attitude that was not suitable for continuing the discussion.
Mr. Yan smiled, of course he understood the warning in Ye Xianxian's coughs just now.
The car soon arrived at Nanshao Village. Professor Wen and the old village chief had already been waiting at Dong Pianfang's home, so when the car horn sounded, everyone came out to welcome them.
"I, Yan Qizhong, have long admired Professor Wen." Mr. Yan raised his fists.
When he met his old friend in a foreign land, Professor Wen immediately introduced Mr. Yan to everyone, and after a brief exchange of greetings, the old village chief and Ye Xian led the five students to arrange food and lodging, while only Professor Wen, Mr. Yan, Dong Pianfang and others were left in the room. Wang Ke and four people.
Professor Wen immediately took the time to talk to Dong Pianfang about the transfer of the three bezoars. When Wang Ke saw it, he felt that it was inconvenient for him to be there and immediately wanted to excuse himself and leave. As soon as he got up, Dong Pianfang immediately said: "Wang Ke, don't leave, you stay here."
It was embarrassing now. Wang Ke didn't want to leave or stay, but stood at the door.
"Come and sit down." The four of them gathered around the Eight Immortals table. Dong Pianfang asked Wang Ke to sit with him. Then he took out the small iron box from the medicine cabinet, opened it carefully, then opened the sealed oil paper and took out the three pills. The black and yellow ancestral bezoars came out, and a burst of fragrance immediately spread out.
These three bezoars add up to more than two kilograms.
Professor Wen leaned forward, gently fanned his nose with his hand, took a deep breath, and repeatedly praised: "It's genuine, top-grade bezoar." On a whim, he wanted to tell an allusion again.
At this time Cuilan came in with two bowls of poached eggs and handed them to Yan Lao and Wang Ke.
After being polite, Mr. Yan leaned his cane on the table, sat there, picked up the bowl, and ate with Wang Ke, while still listening to Professor Wen talk about ancient times.
"According to legend, Bian Que, a famous doctor in the Warring States Period, once practiced medicine in the Bohai Sea. One day, he was treating a stroke and hemiplegic patient at his neighbor's house next door. Suddenly he heard a noise coming from his home, and Bian Que hurried back to find out. It turned out that When the family slaughtered an old cow that could not be farmed, they found a yellow stone in the gallbladder of the cow. Bian Que asked his son to keep the stone for himself so that he could study medicine in the future. He then mixed the stone with it on the table. Put together the Qingmao stones that are ready to cure diseases."
"What was the result?" Wang Ke put down the bowl and asked very curiously.
"At this moment, the stroke and hemiplegia patient had another attack, and Bian Que hurriedly ran back. He saw the patient's eyes rolled up, phlegm in his throat, cold limbs and shortness of breath. He was very critical. He immediately inserted an acupuncture and told his apprentice to go home. Bring the stone from the table! When the apprentice was panting, he brought the medicine, quickly ground it into fine powder, and drank five cents of it for him. After a while, the patient stopped convulsing, his breathing was stable, and the crisis was over."
"You must have taken the wrong medicine." Godfather Dong Pianfang interjected.
"Yes, when Bian Que returned to his home, he found that the green stone was still on the table, but the cow stone was missing. He hurriedly asked his family and found out that the apprentice had taken the wrong medicine. This accidental mistake brought him deep thought. : Could it be that cow stones also have the effect of relieving phlegm and calming panic? So, when he continued to see a doctor for his neighbor the next day, he consciously changed the green stone in the medicine to cow stones. Three days later, the disease miraculously improved, and not only stopped He suffered from stroke and convulsions, and his paralyzed body was able to move. From then on, it was discovered that bezoar can clear the heart and open the mind, calm the liver and extinguish wind, and can save and prolong life. Ox belongs to the genus of ugly, so bezoar is also called ugly treasure."
At this time, Mr. Yan also put down the bowl, took out his handkerchief and wiped his mouth, and said to Professor Wen: "Professor Wen, you are teaching me Yan Qizhong how to read illiteracy. In fact, the value of bezoar is not only in treating stroke and hemiplegia, but also in curing strokes and hemiplegia. It can enhance and improve heart function, and has the functions of clearing the heart, lowering blood pressure, resolving phlegm, resuscitating, cooling the liver, extinguishing wind, detoxifying, analgesic, choleretic, and protecting the liver, including being used to rescue coma caused by high fever. So it is Life-saving medicine.”
"No further talk, Mr. Yan, since you understand everything, can you make an offer?"
Mr. Yan smiled but did not answer. He thought quietly for a while, stretched out his left hand, put up the five fingers, and turned them over three times in a row.
"150,000?" Professor Wen was disappointed. The price was very reluctant. The older the bezoars become, the more valuable they become. These three hundred-year-old bezoars are worth at least 500,000. According to the probability of bezoar growth, a hundred thousand cows can only produce I got about 200 grams of bezoar, but what was in front of me was more than 2,000 grams of century-old bezoar! Mr. Yan is taking advantage of others' danger.
"No, no, no, one and a half million!" Mr. Yan looked at Ye Qianpian who came in from outside and suddenly spoke, shocking everyone. He said: "The purchase price for Yan Qizhong may be a bit high, but for Professor Wen's sake, it can be considered as my contribution to Nanshao Village, but I have two conditions..."
When Wang Ke heard this, he suddenly shuddered.
"What two conditions?" everyone asked.
