Several people stole glances at the curator.
I thought to myself, it’s time for you, the director, to take over!
The curator hesitated for a long time before saying:
"In the 1980s and 1990s, a number of local chronicles were indeed published... but there was no local chronicle on Guo County in northern Shaanxi... Yes, I'm sorry."
"So what do you have?"
As soon as the curator finished speaking, a low questioning voice came from the door.
The curators hurriedly looked with their eyes!!
The leader was Bai Tingwei, the leader of China's Ministry of Culture.
Logically speaking, someone of the curator's rank would have little chance of meeting Bai Tingwei.
However, Bai Tingwei is a man who is vigorous and decisive in his work. In the field of antiques and cultural creation, he has been doing very well in recent years.
Who in the Wenhua Department doesn’t know Bai Tingwei’s name?
The chairman of the library board, the boss of the Shangjing Library Administration, often flatters Bai Tingwei in video conferences!
The curator often sees Bai Tingwei’s photos on various PPTs!
Now, I actually met the real person!
He is the boss of the boss of his direct boss!
The curator's knees went weak and he almost couldn't stand.
"Shirabe... I'm sorry I couldn't come to meet you... Yes..."
Bai Tingwei had a gloomy expression on his face and ignored the curator. Instead, he walked to the sofa with Xing Xiao and Nie Shenxian to talk to Lin Han.
Lin Han was still sitting with his legs crossed, and when he saw them come in, he didn't even move.
His attitude frightened the curator and others.
But the shock is yet to come.
Bai Tingwei asked Lin Han in a gentle voice:
"Master Xiaolin, the books here...are of no use?"
Lin Han was not polite at all:
"Your people are so useless!"
hiss……
ah?
The curator was full of grievances.
The Literature and History Department of Siping City Library is only this big.
Lin Han, if you want to find the local chronicles of Guo County, you have to go to the library to find it!
How can we find a book for you if it’s not available?
Although Bai Tingwei also had some complaints in his mind, he didn't dare to say it out loud.
It was not easy for Lin Han to agree to go to Guo County. Bai Tingwei begged and pleaded with Lin Han.
How dare I question it?
"Then...I'll have someone find it for you from Shangjing?"
Lin Han waved his hand and stared at the left side of the bookcase:
"It's not the book's fault, it's the people's fault!"
After a pause, Lin Han said:
"During the Republic of China, Guo County didn't seem to be called Guo County, but Jinghe?"
boom!
Bai Tingwei, the director and a group of library leaders felt as if something in their brains suddenly exploded!
They couldn't help but bang their heads in self-blame!
yes!
How could they be so stupid!
No wonder Lin Han said they couldn’t do it!
Since we are looking for the local chronicles of Guo County, the earliest record is from the Republic of China period.
Then you must look for it according to the geographical name at that time!
Hundreds of years ago, Guo County was called Jinghe!
The curator was the first to react. He ran towards the row of bookshelves that Lin Han was staring at and said:
"Local Chronicles of Jinghe! Here it is! Here it is!"
A minute later, the curator came trotting over holding the local gazetteer.
Look at Bai Tingwei, then look at Lin Han,
Finally decided to hand the book to Bai Tingwei.
"What do you want me to do? Give it to Master Xiaolin!"
The curator made a sound, wiped the sweat from his head, and handed the book to Lin Han again.
Lin Han flipped through a few pages casually.
That's right.
This is the one.
There are records about the wooden pagoda in Guo County in the Jinghe Chronicles.
Although there is no specific address,
But as long as you determine the approximate location, there shouldn't be any problem.
"Okay, let's go."
Lin Han closed the book, stood up and left.
Huh?
Don’t want the book anymore?
The curator held the book in his hand and followed Lin Han respectfully:
"Master Xiaolin, take the book and read it at your leisure...if you need anything, give us a call and I'll send it to you."
Bai Tingwei was satisfied with the curator's approach.
He also replied:
"Take it, you can refer to it."
Lin Han didn't even turn his head:
"I already know the approximate location, so there's no need!"
He walked very quickly, and the last syllable of his last word was still echoing in the Museum of Literature and History, but his figure had already disappeared.
Bai Tingwei and the other two didn't care about anything else and hurried to catch up.
Not to mention saying hello to the curator and the others, he didn't even look at them.
The director of Siping City Library and several leaders had no choice but to look out the window fearfully and follow Lin Han's back at a hundred steps.
After being stunned for a while, the leaders sighed:
"Who is this Lin Han?"
"The Shirabu are just like followers in front of him!"
"Are you from Siping City?"
The old lady packed her things with a clatter and said unhappily:
"Lin Han is a genuine Siping native!"
“Have you seen it?”
"They are so ignorant! You must be dumbfounded now!"
The old lady herself knelt down to lick Lin Han,
But she looked down on these leaders even more. They were arrogant and domineering on weekdays, but when they saw the Bai tribe, she wished she could grow eighteen knees and kneel down on the ground!
She became even angrier when she saw her husband, the museum director!
"You guys leave now! I'm going to lock the door!"
The old lady was furious. She walked to the door, stared at the leaders of the gang, and ordered them to leave.
Hey! Let’s go!
The director and the leaders didn't have the energy to say anything else and left the library with sad faces.
Let’s talk about Lin Han.
After returning to Shuangmulin, I checked the accounts with Mr. Zhang.
Then I planned to go to Huangfu Xue's place.
The city had already booked a five-star hotel for Bai Tingwei and his two companions.
But Bai Tingwei and Nie Shenxian didn't know what they were thinking and insisted on following Lin Han to Huangfu Xue's courtyard.
It was Immortal Nie who told the truth.
"Lin Han, you are a living fossil! Let's follow you and learn something..."
After saying this, he quickly raised his hand to assure:
"Don't worry, we will pay for the three of us to stay and take care of our own food expenses!"
"That's not necessary!"
Huangfu Xue answered for Lin Han: "But there are only three bedrooms in my house, so you can't have one each..."
"It doesn't matter, let's squeeze in!"
Immortal Nie quickly added.
There was no way. After these three people came to Siping, they became Lin Han's followers.
While Lin Han was looking at the guests' belongings, they followed him, watching and pondering.
Lin Han bargained, but they didn't say anything and just listened.
Lin Han and Huangfu Xue were having dinner.
They paid the food fee first, then went to the pot with smiles on their faces to scoop the wontons that Huangfu Xue had cooked herself.
Huangfu Xue works very efficiently.
I got up at six in the morning and in a short while I had wrapped wontons for four or five people.
The small wontons are fresh and fragrant, and are sprinkled with some chopped green onions, coriander and sesame oil before being served.
As soon as Immortal Nie came out of the bedroom, he was so greedy by the fragrance.
Lin Han sat at the dining table, staring at the wall, wondering what he was thinking.
Huangfu Xue served him a full bowl of wontons, then scooped out a plate of side dishes and prepared half a thin pancake.
Just as he was about to scoop some for Immortal Nie and the others, Lin Han's pupils moved and he lowered his head to drink a sip of soup:
"Let them serve themselves!"
Huangfu Xue felt a little embarrassed.
However, Immortal Nie didn't care at all.
He served himself a bowl, took a pancake, sat next to Lin Han, and began to eat with relish.
"Don't be so cold to us old men! Look how nice Huangfu Xue is."
Immortal Nie took a bite of pickles and said.
Lin Han's mind was elsewhere, but he still replied:
"Then why don't you leave?"