Chapter 119 Do you want to win an award? (Bonus chapter for monthly votes, 7/7)
The autumn sunset, like melting honey, slowly flowed across the concrete ground.
Yao Hansong's eyes were bright, like a flame suddenly igniting in the ashes, parting a glimmer of light.
His withered hand slowly opened and tightly grasped Lin Sicheng's hand. The corners of his mouth slowly curved into a gentle and considerate smile.
“I’m at the museum every day, even on weekends. You can come anytime you’re free…”
"You know Xiao Chen, and you've met Xiao Zheng from the archives. Next time you come, I'll introduce you to Xiao Huang from the lab."
"It's okay if you can't come. Just save my phone number. If you have any questions, feel free to call me and Xiao Chen anytime..."
"Of course, you should come more often if you have the time. Your theory is sufficient; museums, relatively speaking, place more emphasis on practice and research..."
Feeling the old man's sincerity, Lin Sicheng was secretly moved.
We've only known each other for a day, but it feels like we've known each other for a long time?
Because the elderly saw hope and a desire for talent.
He nodded emphatically: "Professor Yao, I will definitely come often!"
"good!"
The old man smiled and turned around, saying, "Professor Wang, take care!"
Wang Qizhi didn't know what to say: when it was Lin Sicheng's turn, he gave him a thousand instructions and ten thousand reminders, but when it came to himself, he only said two words: "Take care."
And what does your last sentence mean? What do you mean by "your theory is sufficient, and you should focus on practice and research"?
It means I can't teach him, right?
He silently scoffed, but still managed a smile: "Director Tian, Professor Yao, Team Leader Chen, please wait!"
They shook hands and said goodbye to each other.
Lin Sicheng drove the Grand Cherokee slowly out of the parking space. As they approached the exit, the window rolled down, and Wang Qizhi waved.
Then, it drove into the traffic.
Watching the taillights gradually disappear, Director Tian looked suspicious: In the morning, although Yao Hansong and Chen Fen were very enthusiastic, it was more of a formality.
However, beneath the surface of enthusiasm lies a sense of unfamiliarity, xenophobia, and resistance: We have worked hard for so many years and finally achieved some results, but the leaders above want to share them with others as soon as they open their mouths.
Anyone would have some complaints.
But in just one day, his attitude changed drastically: he allowed her to access any information she wanted, use the lab freely, and call him anytime if she had any questions.
It's like they're practically giving it away for free?
The problem is: if you were giving it away for free, you should have given it to Wang Qizhi, but instead you gave it to his student?
Whether he can understand it is another question.
The more he thought about it, the more confused he became. The director was completely baffled: "Old Yao, Little Chen, what's going on?"
Yao Hansong exhaled deeply: "A talent!"
Chen Fen nodded emphatically: "Genius!"
Then, the two of them recounted the general events in turn.
The director's eyes widened little by little.
With just papers, journals, and a few folk replicas, he has cracked most of the technology that the provincial museum has been studying for eight or nine years, and may even be able to go a step further.
Furthermore, they had already studied the Tang Dynasty techniques such as "pearl blasting" and "gold welding" to a considerable extent.
And these two projects are only just beginning for the Provincial Museum...
"Isn't that unlikely?" the director said skeptically. "Could it be He Jintang's apprentice? For example, someone who came to steal his skills?"
"Definitely not. He Jintang is only good at metal welding; he doesn't know as much about anything else as Wang Qizhi!"
Yao Hansong shook his head firmly, "Besides, there's no need!"
Upon hearing "there's no need," the director realized that the child was Wang Qizhi's student.
If Wang Qizhi is really pushed to the limit, he will completely lose all shame and insist on getting his hands on the provincial museum's technology. Do you think he can succeed?
There's no need to go through the provincial museum; the cultural relics bureau has a backup...
"But Wang Qizhi?" the director asked with some doubt. "Isn't he a copper researcher?"
“Yes!” Yao Hansong nodded emphatically. “That’s why he doesn’t understand!”
What is that?
The director looked bewildered: "Does the student know more than the teacher?"
Oh no, it should be that the teacher doesn't understand at all, but the students don't need to understand much?
He looked up blankly, and Yao Hansong and Chen Fen nodded in unison.
...
"That old man is definitely laughing at me!"
Wang Qizhi, nestled in the passenger seat, scoffed, "What do you mean, 'Your theory is enough'? He's practically telling you: You don't need to do your postgraduate studies..."
Listening to his rambling, Lin Sicheng was both amused and exasperated: "Teacher, I'm only a senior, I haven't even graduated with my bachelor's degree yet..."
"I know, I'm just nagging!"
Wang Qizhi felt that Lin Sicheng was like Tang Sanzang's flesh, and everyone who saw him would want to take a bite.
That being said, Yao Hansong owes a debt of gratitude, and a very large one at that.
For example: If Wang Qizhi said, "I want to check your provincial museum's materials and learn your provincial museum's techniques," would the provincial museum agree?
Of course he will, just like today. Because even if they don't agree, he can still get his hands on it.
But agreeing is one thing; whether you cooperate, whether you curse in your heart, and whether you give a pleasant look are two different things.
Unlike now, where they keep reminding him over and over again, as if afraid that Lin Sicheng won't come to learn?
Wang Qizhi thought for a moment and said, "When you come tomorrow, I'll get two packs of good cigarettes for Professor Yao. After that, ask him if he likes ten-year-old Moutai. If he does, bring two bottles too."
Lin Sicheng was stunned for a moment.
It's one thing to do it yourself, but Yao Hansong's spirit of passing on the torch and sharing his knowledge is truly moving.
He nodded. "Okay, teacher, but how about we go another day? I haven't been to the lab for several days. Would you like to go check on it tomorrow?"
"Go and peek out, give us some pointers, and tell us how long it will take."
After saying that, Wang Qizhi also felt that he was a bit like Huang Shiren: "Lin Sicheng, I'll take care of the lab, you don't need to worry about it. But the opportunity to visit the Provincial Museum is rare, you need to take it seriously! I don't expect you to go every day, but at least two or three times a week!"
"Okay, teacher!"
Lin Sicheng also felt that such a good opportunity was hard to come by: regardless of other factors, just in terms of the research on the craftsmanship and technology of the Tang Dynasty court, the Shaanxi History Museum is second to none.
Even He Bo would at most say: "Then I'm second."
Since we have such a great opportunity, we must take the time to supplement our learning and solidify our foundation.
After a moment's thought, he responded.
Wang Qizhi remained silent, lost in thought.
As they approached the school and stopped the car, Wang Qizhi suddenly straightened up: "Lin Sicheng, setting aside the lost techniques, if you were asked to restore the rest of the Tang Dynasty gold and silver craftsmanship, how confident would you be?"
"ah?"
Caught off guard by the question, Lin Sicheng thought about it carefully for a moment and said, "If the conditions are right: such as the venue, facilities, and support staff, there should be no problem!"
"What about lost techniques, such as gold and silver inlay, gold bead soldering, and seamless soldering?"
Lin Sicheng was a little conservative: "Gold and silver plating should be fine, and gold bead soldering and seamless soldering should be about 60-70% successful."
Wang Qizhi pressed on: "Sixty percent or seventy percent?"
Lin Sicheng nodded: "Seventy percent!"
According to Wang Qizhi's understanding: what is the difference between Lin Sicheng's 70% and 90%?
Let's do it!
He clapped his hands and said, "Okay, go back and make a plan to set up another studio: don't give it a grand title, don't mention the Han and Tang dynasties, and don't mention technical restoration, just write 'Research on Gold and Silver Craftsmanship'... leave the rest to me!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Wang Qizhi realized that he might have been a bit hasty and that what he said was incoherent.
He sighed: "Lin Sicheng, do you want to win an award?"
Lin Sicheng was completely bewildered, but still nodded.
"Would you like to go to Beijing and receive an award in the Great Hall of the People?"
Lin Sicheng paused for a moment, then nodded honestly: Which man wouldn't?
Have you ever heard of ICH?
A thought flashed through Lin Sicheng's mind, and he suddenly realized: the UNESCO World Heritage Conservation Program.
One of them is: Intangible Cultural Heritage Protection, abbreviated as ICH.
Provide research funding, conservation training, and international promotion support.
But that's secondary; the key lies in the country's attitude and level of support.
In 2004, China joined the UNESCO Convention for the Safeguarding of the Heritage. In 2005, the State Council issued the Notice on Strengthening the Protection of Cultural Heritage. In 2006, the Interim Measures for the Application and Evaluation of National Intangible Cultural Heritage were officially implemented.
Meanwhile, the selection of the first batch of national intangible cultural heritage projects has concluded and the results have been announced.
Just to clarify, this award really needs to be received in Beijing, specifically at the Great Hall of the People.
With the nation attaching importance to it, local governments will only attach even more importance to it. And the first batch of inheritors were all personally accompanied by provincial leaders to receive their appointments.
There are many other benefits, and not too many to list.
To give a very simple and common example: a regular handmade silk belt might sell for ten yuan, while one woven by an inheritor of intangible cultural heritage might cost at least fifty yuan...
Lin Sicheng stared with his mouth agape: Why didn't I think of this, or even have this thought ever crossed my mind?
Because I had received many awards in my past life, but I had never received this one, and I had never even properly learned about it.
And who could resist the temptation of standing in the Great Hall of the People, wearing a big red flower on their chest, and receiving an honorary certificate from the leader?
Suddenly, Lin Sicheng's eyes lit up.
The basic requirements for Tang Dynasty gold craftsmanship to be listed as an intangible cultural heritage are certainly met:
First, it has a historical significance, with over a thousand years of heritage, which is more than enough.
Secondly, it must be alive and have been passed down to this day, not completely disappeared... The three generations of Director He mentioned by Professor Yao are irrefutable proof.
Thirdly, there is cultural value, which goes without saying.
Fourth, and most importantly: endangered status, which is a priority.
Gold bead welding and traceless welding were almost extinct; they were more than just endangered.
The more he thought about it, the more likely it seemed. Lin Sicheng sighed and said, "Teacher, it's probably too late."
Lin Sicheng remembers clearly: the second batch of national intangible cultural heritage projects will be announced next June. It's already the end of September, and there's simply not enough time for the projects to be reviewed and evaluated by district, county, city, provincial, and national departments.
It's not the time it takes for the research results to be obtained, but the time it takes for the application to be reviewed.
"It might not be enough for just you and me!"
Wang Qizhi was exceptionally certain, "But what if we add the school, and the provincial museum as well?"
After a slight pause, Wang Qizhi gritted his teeth again, "If that's still not enough, I'll add porcelain restoration to the package... I just don't believe that the relevant provincial departments and leaders won't be tempted by such a great honor, especially since it's a buy-one-get-one-free deal?"
Lin Sicheng's eyes lit up, and he thought about it carefully again: He was definitely tempted, but as he said before, there probably wasn't enough time.
Fearing that Wang Qizhi might get carried away and take the lead by installing the antenna, Lin Sicheng remained silent.
It will definitely happen quickly, but there are pros and cons. Besides, he's only in his early twenties; he has time to mature...
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