After working for half an afternoon, Ju An finished his dinner and sent Doucao back to the stable. He then took a sweat mat and saddle from the stable and put them into the space, waiting for him to ride his naughty bag around the space twice in the evening.
Circle it and treat it as a exercise.
After everything was done, I brought Teddy and Wu Song into the space to spend the night. I put the saddle on the naughty bag and rode it for a lap. The speed was indeed much faster than Doucao, although the calves were a bit thinner than Doucao.
But he couldn't stop his speed. He rode until Naughty Bag was sweating, and then Ju An got off the horse, took off the saddle, hung it on the tree next to the fruit tree, and pulled Naughty Bag along.
When I got to the pond, I just wanted to give the naughty boy a bath. Who knew that he had entered the pond himself? He kept paddling and playing with the water with his two front legs, and his head was still in Ju An's hand.
As soon as Ju An let go of the reins, the naughty boy slowly walked towards the deep water and began to swim. Ju An secretly praised him for a while, what a sensible little guy, he can even take a bath himself.
As soon as I praised a sensible person, this ignorant guy came up to me, biting a piece of fruit in his mouth, swaying his big butt to watch the other person swimming, and he also followed him in, burying his whole body in the water, holding his head high.
Head, with only two eyes and closed mouth exposed, in the clear water
I saw four short legs paddling in rhythm, swimming towards the naughty bag. Who knew that when the naughty bag saw Teddy, he neighed, frightened the guy back, and ran into the shallow water in front of Ju An.
Li stood up and looked at the naughty boy in the water.
He called Teddy, then pointed at the Wu Song under the fruit tree, and Teddy wandered back. As soon as it landed, Ju An hurriedly took a few steps away. Sure enough, as soon as he left, this guy started to shake.
The water on his body was getting wet. If he got too close, he would be thrown all over by this guy.
I watched the horse swim in the water for a while, and waited for the naughty bag to land on the shore. I pulled the naughty bag and gave Teddy a sniff. When the naughty bag got used to it, he stretched out his big head and rubbed his body against Teddy.
When the time came, this guy immediately went crazy and crowded around the naughty bag. Wu Song was a good boy, so he just touched it twice and continued to eat the fruit in his hand.
Seeing that these three guys were getting along fairly well, Ju An felt relieved and left the room, took a shower, squatted on the bed and started surfing the Internet.
As soon as he opened his button, Ju An saw a message from Guo Hanwenhai, saying that he and his teacher would go to New York in three or four days to communicate with some foreign colleagues and also go to the Metropolitan Museum to see some Chinese things.
Ancient books, I hope to see them with my own eyes when the time comes
The scroll of bamboo slips in Ju An's hand mentioned that the old man had some questions about the bamboo slips. In addition, he also mentioned that he hoped Ju An could come to New York. After all, the old man was quite old and it would not be easy for him to go to New York. He wanted to visit again before he passed away.
Take a look at the collection of national treasure-level books.
After Ju An saw it, he patted his head. I plan to keep this guy in space until he dies of old age. Why does this old man think of it again? But think about the profile of the old man that he saw on the Internet before. He has been studying China all his life.
His traditional culture and his polite demeanor towards even a little Tibetan friend really made Ju An feel that this old man was quite respectable and not one of those random people in China.
The so-called brick master of Cannon really couldn't bear to reject such an old man. He thought about it again and struggled for a long time before making up his mind. Even if it was exposed, it could be regarded as a contribution to the development of traditional Chinese culture. Although in
The Americans were confused, but after all, I was a descendant of the Yan and Huang Dynasties, and it was always a good thing to spread one's own national culture, so I left a message saying that I would take the bamboo slips to New York to visit the elderly.
Then he entered the space again, read several scrolls of bamboo slips, picked out the one about the beads on his neck and the ones about martial arts and swordsmanship, put the remaining five scrolls on the table, and stroked them gently.
I didn't know whether my decision was right or wrong. Looking at the bamboo slips from more than 2,000 years ago, they were so well preserved. If they were taken out, I didn't know how big a commotion it would be if it was proven.
After waiting for the space to come out, Ju An still felt a little uneasy when he lay down on the bed. After thinking about it, he entered the dream. In the next few days, his life was relaxed and happy, and Ju An gradually relaxed.
. Just take things as they come. If the sky falls, there will be a big man to hold it up.
Almost a week later, Ju An finally received a call from Haohan Wenhai.
As soon as Ju An answered the phone, he heard the loud voice of a middle-aged man: "Is this Xiao Ju? I am Hao Han Wenhai. My name is Xu Dong. You can just call me Brother Xu."
Ju An smiled and replied: "Hi, Brother Xu, I'm waiting for your call. The old man has arrived in New York? Is the journey going smoothly?"
Xu Dong smiled and replied: "Everything is fine, teacher. I have been here for a few days. I have been spending time in the Metropolitan Museum these days. My teacher will have nothing to do tomorrow and the day after tomorrow. If it is convenient for you, bring your things over.
This time I really bother you. The teacher even specifically mentioned it to me, saying that he wanted you to make a hard trip."
Ju An smiled and said: "It doesn't matter, then I will go to New York tonight, and the old man can see it tomorrow. By the way, I have brought the other volumes with me, and we will show the old man together then."
Xu Dong was very happy after hearing this and said: "There are a few more here. Thank you so much. The teacher is a little doubtful and has never been able to put his mind at ease. I must take a look with my own eyes. He said that even in modern times,
It is also the work of a master, not an ordinary counterfeiter. I have been thinking about it for this period of time. It happens that there are experts in Chinese culture here, and I will be able to give you a definite answer when the time comes."
Ju An also chatted for a few words, repeatedly agreed on a time, hung up the phone, and called Wang Fan again, telling him that he would be in New York tonight and asked him to prepare a room for him, and he would stay with him that night.
There it is.
While waiting for the phone call, Wang Fan asked strangely: "Okay, I'll pick you up tonight, no problem. What's wrong with you? You've only been back from New York for 20 days, and now you're coming again?".
"I won't disturb your two people's world, no, I will stay in the hotel. You are not married yet, so I will give you a chance to entertain me. If you are married, I will not stay at your place. Look at Cora's wink
"What?" Ju An asked with a smile.
Wang Fan said: "It's nothing like that! I'm just curious. You just don't leave the nest. If you leave the nest, something will happen."
Ju An had no intention of hiding it from Wang Fan, so he said: "I got a bamboo slip, which seems to be from the late Spring and Autumn Period. Let me show it to a domestic expert to see if it is genuine."
"Can you please be more reliable? I told you not to bully your uneducated brother. We have seen bamboo slips from the Warring States Period. The Qing Dynasty University still has a few of them. They are dark. They are all treasures. What are you doing?
It's still the end of the Spring and Autumn Period. If you say it's the end of the Qing Dynasty, brother, why don't you believe it?" Wang Fan said disdainfully.
Ju'a smiled and said: "Don't talk nonsense. When the experts take a look, they will know."
"Then I will go with you and open our eyes to see the Spring and Autumn Bamboo Slips," Wang Fan replied with a laugh.
The two of them hung up the phone, and Ju An went upstairs and took out a few rolls of things. Then he found a big piece of cloth and put it in the suitcase. Then he packed a few clothes and put them in.
, after lunch, he called Thomas over and told him that he was going to New York, and then left the little ones at home to Er Zhuang to look after them.
In the afternoon, Er Zhuang was sent to the airport. Before boarding the plane, he sent a message to Wang Fan, telling him what time he would arrive in New York, and then he took the plane straight into the sky.
When they arrived at Wang Fan's home, Wang Fan urged Ju An to take out the bamboo slips and read them casually. Wang Fan nodded and said, "Not bad, not bad."
Ju An joked: "It looks like the real thing. It's not bad. Do you recognize the words written on it? Point it out to me. Don't pretend to understand."
"I don't know the Chinese characters, but my friend has learned calligraphy since he was a child. I'm complimenting him on how good he is at writing Chinese characters. I can only read them with a passing glance," Wang Fan said with a serious face.
"Hahaha, I really want to laugh when I think of you sitting in front of the table like a bird with a brush." As soon as this scene appeared in Ju An's mind, he couldn't hold back his laughter and sat like a bird.
There is no sitting or standing posture, and he has also learned calligraphy. In Wu Mengda's words, the birds are smiling crookedly.
"You don't know, when I was a child, I lived in the old man's compound. I followed a group of boys and was sent to a teacher to learn writing. I practiced calligraphy every night. The old man's secretary checked it every day, and the old man praised me for good writing.
, If you don't write well, write it ten times at night. When I was in elementary school, my calligraphy won the capital award. Fortunately, when I went to junior high school, I followed my dad to other places." Wang Fan made a gesture and wiped his head.
of cold sweat.
"Why haven't I heard you mention it? When I was in college, I didn't even think about writing in big characters or anything." Ju An asked strangely.
Wang Fan glared and said, "I've been forced to give it a try for a few years. Now I'm scared to mention it. By the way, what are the names of domestic experts this time? Maybe I can still recognize them."
Ju An shook his head and said: "I don't know, I just know that one of his students is named Xu Dong, but I know that the old man seems to be eighty years old."
"Xu Dong? Is he the one who is not young, has a Chinese character face, and has a small birthmark on his neck?" Wang Fan asked.
Ju An waved his hand and said, "I've never seen him before, but his voice sounds like he's not young at all."
Wang Fan thought for a moment, then subconsciously shrank his neck and said, "Damn! Then I really have to go and see him tomorrow. If I knew that the old man was here and I didn't go to see him, the old man would have said that I had no tutor."
"Who is it? I see you are afraid. You are so frightened when you hear the name." Ju An asked with a smile.
Wang Fan said: "It is most likely the old man who taught me how to write. He is a close friend of ours."
"Is she also an old woman?" Wang Fan asked.
"Isn't this true? He is a top student in the country, famous in the world, and enjoys state subsidies. Nowadays, any so-called master in his forties or fifties is a scumbag in front of his old man," Wang Fan said.!
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