Gongsun Huai said helplessly, "He had already prepared the things he would need after his death before I was born. I was born in his old age, and he never thought he would have descendants."

Li Mingqing: "My condolences."

On the way back.

Zhao Yuanyang hesitated to speak, but could not help but said:

"Dean Li, could that person be a liar?"

"A serious liar wouldn't tell a lie like that, saying someone would get sick and faint the moment they leave the village. This is so outrageous it must be true."

"That's outrageous. You agreed to take care of the old man's son so easily?"

"He's a big man who doesn't need to be taken care of."

Li Mingqing remembered the old man's last words.

Knowing that he is an outsider, he has real skills.

"It's so confusing," Zhao Yuanyang complained.

"Of course," Li Mingqing smiled, "it's quite baffling."

"I suddenly suspect that this guy is Zhao Si's backup plan. He's trying to get close to you, but he's actually up to something."

"Could it be that Zhao Si can calculate?" Li Mingqing joked.

Zhao Yuanyang sighed: "I'm overthinking it."

"I didn't think much of it. My guess is reasonable. But I believe that old man. Gongsun Huai and Zhao Si are not in the same group."

The police officer couldn't help but advise: "Director Li, you still need to be more careful."

"I know what's going on."

Zhao Yuanyang looked at the poplar trees passing by outside the car and sighed, "What a great place."

"Is the place better, or the artifacts found better?"

"All good," he laughed, baring his teeth.

I feel happy just thinking about the two large carts full of cultural relics.

The museum's display cabinets can now add exhibits.

The next two weeks are going to be very busy.

Li Mingqing smiled and said, "If I had known there were so many, I should have asked Zhu Heqing to come along."

"I called him to get up in the morning, but he was busy repairing ancient paintings. You don't know how focused he is on his work. He doesn't even respond when you talk to him."

Zhao Yuanyang complained, "But he is indeed good at restoring ancient paintings."

"This delicate work is particularly suited to Heqing," Li Mingqing praised. "I've seen all kinds of cultural relics repaired in museums, and the technique is very good."

"This brings us back to the hardships we endured. Alas, a hero never brags about his past achievements."

He said in an unfathomable manner.

Li Mingqing smiled and said, "Come, tell us about your heroic deeds back then."

"Actually, there's not much to say. Being an apprentice is tiring, but I've learned a lot from following the master."

"Your master shouldn't be simple, right?"

"My master was a pottery supervisor during the Qing Dynasty, and he had very strict requirements for porcelain production. I was young at the time and had no knowledge of porcelain-making techniques. My master threw me into the kiln, where I lived and ate with the craftsmen, and I learned a lot of real skills. Later, my master personally took me under his wing, teaching me not only ceramics but also the forging of gold and silver utensils, and the arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting."

Li Mingqing nodded and said, "You have a good master."

"Yes, it's a pity that Master died of a sudden illness before I could even fulfill my filial duty," Zhao Yuanyang said regretfully, "Good people don't live long."

"Your master would be very pleased to see your current achievements."