The old man took the book carefully, put it on the cover, and flipped through it. His eyes under his reading glasses were full of seriousness: "Not bad, not bad, I'll keep it for now."

"Mr. Song, look at this..." After a while, another person came over with a worm-eaten scroll and asked, the patterns on it were so mottled that they could not be seen clearly.

"Mr. Song..."

…

Pei Manning found that these people were very clear-headed and brought professional tools to check colored metals, books, and old furniture.

Moreover, they were very professional and careful in the appraisal, and picked out a lot of things, including broken porcelain, rusty bronze, and even a lot of calligraphy and paintings.

This Mr. Song seems to be their leader.

After weighing the items, they put them into special wooden boxes according to their categories, put some padding inside, and then moved them to the car.

Pei Manning waited for them to leave before she could not help asking, "Master Zhong, what are they doing?"

Mr. Zhong treated her as one of his own: "It's the cultural relics collection team. I heard that in January last year, the higher-ups issued some standards for protecting cultural relics, and then they set up a cultural relics collection team to collect cultural relics from the scrap collection station. They came here today. From now on, everything in the scrap collection station must be collected first before being allowed to be sold or sent to the smelter or paper mill."

Speaking of this, Mr. Zhong still felt a little sad. He still remembered the events of several years ago clearly.

At that time, every household lined up at the scrapyard to sell books, fearing that they would be reported and exposed.

Not long after, some museums and cultural relics shops were closed. Now the atmosphere has finally relaxed again. I heard that in the past six months alone, many tons of bronze artifacts and books have been brought back from the capital.

Pei Manning was stunned for a moment, then asked: "What will you do when you take it back?"

"Of course they will be restored and put in museums. If the time is shorter, they will be put in art export companies to earn foreign exchange. Some will also be put in the cabinets of cultural relics shops. Oh, our cultural relics shop here will also reopen."

Pei Manning heaved a sigh of relief, said goodbye to Master Zhong, and took the books she had bought back home.

I don’t know if they can restore those ancient paintings?

Pei Manning has a special feeling for these historical relics. Perhaps she herself can be considered "an unknown person in history"?

They made her feel close, like meeting an old friend in a foreign land, or even an “old acquaintance” who had traveled through time and space.

…

Pei Manning was carrying a pile of books as she walked home. She was preoccupied with things and didn't pay attention to her surroundings.

When she stepped into the courtyard, she saw a large dark blue dog that looked like a wolf, squatting there with its tongue hanging out, looking majestic and domineering. Its eyes were sharp and fierce. When it saw her, it stood up and rushed over as if it had suddenly seen a meat bun.

That speed was as fast as a leopard, and his streamlined body was full of energy, as if he could tear her into pieces in the next second.

Pei Manning subconsciously wanted to run away.

"Ah——" She felt a pain in her back and was thrown to the ground. The dog's mouth opened, revealing its fangs and facing her face.

When death approached, Pei Manning's mind went blank. Apart from screaming, her whole body was stiff and cold, and a chill rushed up from the soles of her feet.

"Bullet, get down!" A stern shout came from the kitchen, with a hint of panic in the iron-blooded and unruly aura.

The big dog called "Bullet" immediately lay down, licked her face with his tongue and wagged his tail.

Han Jingchen did not expect that Bullet would suddenly rush out, because military dogs are strictly trained and will never attack people without receiving orders, otherwise, they would have been eliminated in repeated training.

Seeing the bullet suddenly hit Pei Manning who was completely unprepared, his heart almost jumped into his throat.

I don't know how to describe it.

It was like being struck by lightning.

Whole body stiffness.

Not to mention a delicate little girl like Pei Manning, even a grown man might not be able to withstand being thrown down like this!

Without having time to think about the unusual behavior of the bullet, he ran over, helped Pei Manning up, and carefully checked her body: "How are you?"

Pei Manning sat on the ground, still dazed and frightened.

Seeing her pale face and cold fingers, Han Jingchen squatted in front of her and frowned in annoyance: "Pei Manning? Are you injured anywhere?"

Pei Manning finally came back to her senses. Her eyes were still red, but no tears fell. Her voice was a little hoarse: "It's okay."

I tried to stand up, but found that my legs were a little weak.

Han Jingchen frowned again and stretched out his hand to pinch her slender ankle, as firmly as an iron clamp.

"What are you doing?"

"Don't move, let me show you your feet."

His face was a little serious, his eyes were dark, and he exuded an awe-inspiring aura.

Pei Manning retracted her feet halfway and then stayed where she was.

Han Jingchen lowered his eyes, pushed up her legs, pinched her ankles to check, and the scalding temperature of his palms made her extremely uncomfortable.