Chapter 148 Model worker, please don't curse your own daughter. ...
On that day, the front page of the Hunan Provincial Daily featured an article titled "Skilled Textile Workers Protect National Treasures, Millennia-Old Silk Patterns Write a New Chapter of the Times," which detailed the contributions made by the Feiyan Textile Factory to Mawangdui. The article highlighted the factory director, Qin Xiangxiang, a former textile worker, who skillfully protected the national treasures. The entire article focused on the outstanding contributions made by the working class in supporting the protection of cultural relics.
The Feiyan Textile Factory was established as a model of industrial support for cultural heritage preservation.
Qin Xiangxiang and the others were still in Hunan Province, where they were arranged to stay in a special guesthouse. Not only did they not have to pay any money each day, but media reporters also came to interview them.
That morning, as soon as the newspaper came out, Li Jinling saw the Hunan Provincial Daily that the postman had just delivered in the lobby of the guesthouse. She was so careless that she didn't notice it until Xue Haiyang reminded her.
"It's in the newspaper!"
"What?"
"Our Feiyan Textile Factory and Factory Director Qin are in the newspaper together!"
Li Jinling was overjoyed and ran upstairs with the newspaper in her hand: "Sister-in-law, you're in the newspaper!"
Xue Haiyang followed him upstairs: "Truly remarkable, a good factory director of the people!"
Thanks to Li Jinling's shout, everyone knew. The people at Feiyan Textile Factory were overjoyed. Yang Zhixia patted his chest and repeated what he had said countless times before: "None of you were there that day. I saw it with my own eyes. We were all terrified that day. It's all thanks to the factory director's skillful hands in protecting the national treasure!"
"That's outrageous! This is front-page news! Our factory is on the front page of a provincial daily newspaper!"
“Our Feiyan Textile Factory has only been established for a little over a year, and it has already made the front page news.”
Inside the house, Qin Xiangxiang was preparing formula for her daughter, Sui Sui. Qin Xiangxiang: "..."
She's in the newspaper? They won't exactly call her a textile genius, will they? Bad news travels fast, good news doesn't go out the door.
Even a passing crab taking a bath makes such a big fuss.
Yang Zhixia: "Should we call Assistant He? We need to tell the people at the factory about the good news!"
Qin Xiangxiang thought to herself: You, Yang Zhixia, have actually teamed up with Su Peisheng.
Li Jinling: "Of course we need to call the factory right away and let them know about our great news!"
Actually, they didn't even need to call. Assistant He was already as energetic and radiant as if he had taken an aphrodisiac.
Representative Xie was extremely excited, because the Provincial Department of Culture had just called and said, "The Provincial Department of Culture is going to award our Feiyan Textile Factory the 'Red Flag Unit for Cultural Relics Protection' award!"
Assistant He shouted, "The province wants to award our Factory Director Qin the title of 'Model Worker for Applying the Past to the Present'!"
"These are all great honors! Our textile factory has received another set of awards!"
"I also heard that researchers will be sent to our factory to guide the restoration of the patterns on the textiles unearthed from Mawangdui."
"No, no, no, you're wrong. This isn't restoration, but rather using the past to serve the present, taking its essence and discarding its dross, to create a new aesthetic for industry and agriculture!"
"Our factory manager is truly remarkable!"
Assistant He went to the factory's broadcasting station to find people: "Write articles! Everyone write an article about this! Wait, don't rush, I heard that Hunan Province has released news, ask them to send a telegram over so we can have the whole factory read it on the broadcast!"
Feiyan Textile Factory donated a batch of acid-free, self-produced white cloth to Hunan Provincial Museum for the protection of cultural relics. All the factory workers and the director of Hunan Provincial Museum and other staff took a group photo.
Director Sun said to Qin Xiangxiang, "Director Qin, several professors have already told me about your contributions to the protection of cultural relics. You are truly remarkable."
"After our meeting, we decided that these two precious national treasures, namely the Mawangdui Cloud Embroidery and the Fragment of Colored Gauze, will be donated separately to the Feiyan Textile Factory for preservation and use as a reference for 'using the past to serve the present'."
"Thank you for your outstanding contributions to the protection of cultural relics."
"This is a model of industry supporting cultural heritage preservation. Our cultural heritage preservation department should also support the innovation of aesthetics by industry and agriculture!"
Qin Xiangxiang shook hands with Director Sun of the museum and accepted two precious fragments of cultural relics from him, while a reporter took photos nearby.
These two fragments of cultural relics are no bigger than the palm of your hand, and their research value is not high, but their significance outweighs the others. Granting them to the Feiyan Textile Factory for preservation is equivalent to granting them an authorization.
Qin Xiangxiang successfully obtained authorization, achieved her goal for this trip, and created many stories and preserved evidence.
The result was perfect, but the process... Qin Xiangxiang didn't want to recall it anymore.
"This trip was definitely worthwhile!"
"We made the right decision to come!"
Li Jinling, Yang Zhixia, and the others were overjoyed. Yang Zhixia's chest was filled with confidence and pride. By sheer chance, she had unexpectedly "chosen a good tree to perch on".
Before leaving, Qin Xiangxiang and the others went to Orange Isle to take a group photo. They also ate a lot of time-honored snacks on Huangxing Road, including stinky tofu, sugar-coated glutinous rice cakes, and spicy broad beans... as well as braised duck.
We ate authentic Hunan cuisine at the People's Restaurant, including chopped chili fish head, vinegar blood duck, spicy stir-fried pork heart, braised pork, and spicy stir-fried large intestine... This meal made many people spit out tears from the spiciness.
A group of people also went to the Mawangdui archaeological excavation site. The excavation site was not as spectacular as they had imagined. It was just a series of earthen slopes with various archaeologists scattered around.
Qin Xiangxiang and her group brought two cameras, one of which was borrowed from Zhuang Xiaoman. Zhuang Xiaoman's camera cost five or six hundred yuan. She would load film under the covers and take more than thirty photos at a time.
They used up nearly ten rolls of film and took more than three hundred photos on this trip.
This trip cost a lot, but fortunately the factory was doing well and earned a lot of foreign exchange, so we didn't need to worry about the small amount of money.
If the Mawangdui textiles can make a stunning appearance at the Canton Fair this time, it will be absolutely worth it!
As for Little Fatty and his friends, they had a great time.
Little Fatty: "So happy!"
Sui Sui: "Happy!"
Huang Shuyun made a hand gesture to indicate "happy".
Qin Xiangxiang: "..." She felt like she had lost out.
The group took the train and then the boat back to the island, like heroes returning home, and were warmly welcomed by the factory.
At this time, the provincial cultural department had already issued the award certificates, including the "Red Flag Unit for Cultural Relics Protection" certificate and Qin Xiangxiang's personal "Model Worker for Using the Past to Serve the Present" certificate. These certificates were hung together with the certificates she had received in the previous arts competition.
Assistant He: "The certificates of merit in our factory are becoming more and more valuable!"
Qin Xiangxiang stared at the certificate that read "A Model Worker for Applying the Past to the Present," feeling a chill run down her spine. She, a nobody, never dreamed that she would one day receive a "Model Worker" certificate.
That's terrifying! This is practically a ghost story!
After returning home, Qin Xiangxiang gave her deadbeat husband a big hug, and then bit her collarbone with her fangs. "You deadbeat husband, you're such a good wife! You're the one who reminded me to bring a magnifying glass, long tweezers, and cotton cloth... If I bring these things with me, I'll be conscripted as soon as I get there!"
"I've been conscripted! For several days, several professors have kept me in a dark, gloomy warehouse with ancient corpses as my companions..."
Li Jianzhi held the person in his arms and chuckled, "That's an exaggeration."
"You saw Xin Zhui...you saw that incorruptible female corpse, that Eastern Sleeping Beauty?"
Lady Xin Zhui is the 2,000-year-old, uncorrupted female corpse unearthed from Tomb No. 1 at Mawangdui. It was this 2,000-year-old uncorrupted female corpse that caused a worldwide sensation and was hailed as the "Sleeping Beauty of the East".
This female corpse, which has survived for two thousand years, still has all her internal organs intact, her skin complete, and retains its elasticity. It is the best-preserved and most complete wet mummy in the world.
When this thousand-year-old female corpse was unearthed, it was soaking in an unidentified solution with a slightly reddish hue. Her entire body was wrapped in twenty layers of silk clothing. At first, the archaeological staff did not realize that she was still well-preserved because the clothes had not been removed. When they discovered her lifelike and complete body a week later, all the archaeologists were stunned!
It is precisely because of this thousand-year-old, incorruptible female corpse that Mawangdui has gained a legendary aura.
It is estimated that it was precisely because of the widespread public discussion caused by this female corpse that tomb raiding novels such as Ghost Blows Out the Light were later created, and these tomb raiding novels became extremely popular.
It was early 1973. So far, only Tomb No. 1 and Tomb No. 2 have been excavated. The well-preserved female corpse has no name yet, and her origin is unknown. It was only through the artifacts unearthed from Tomb No. 3 that we learned she was "Lady Xin Zhui," the wife of a prime minister at the time. She loved to eat melons, and when she was dissected, there were still many undigested melon seeds left in her stomach.
This is truly a miracle.
Lady Xin Zhui was dissected at the Hunan Provincial Museum last December, and Qin Xiangxiang and the others went there after the New Year, which can be considered as witnessing a historical event.
Qin Xiangxiang nodded: "I have seen it, but I didn't dare to touch it."
Li Jianzhi: "???!!! You still dare to touch it?!"
The words his wife uttered were truly outrageous, but people these days... are indeed quite bold, and many people lack awareness of cultural relic protection.
Lady Xin Zhui was later exhibited nationwide, and it was an open-air exhibition, where some daring onlookers actually reached out and touched her.
Lacking both awareness of preservation and research, Lady Xin Zhui was initially disposed of by being burned. It was only through the efforts of the Hunan Provincial Museum that she was preserved.
The Mawangdui archaeological excavation was facing a severe shortage of funds, and the supplies sent by Qin Xiangxiang and others came at just the right time.
"Let's not talk about this corpse anymore. It gives me the creeps and makes me scared."
"Um."
Li Jianzhi hugged his wife and said, "I'll sleep with you tonight, so don't be afraid."
Qin Xiangxiang: "...What if you turn into a thousand-year-old male corpse tonight?"
Li Jianzhi's lips twitched: "I can only become an unborn embryo."
He was actually born in 1988, which means he was an embryo within an embryo.
"Go call your mom. She knows you received the Model Worker Award and she's so happy for you."
Qin Xiangxiang: "My mother is more frightening than a thousand-year-old female corpse."
Qin Xiangxiang finally decided to call her own mother, Zhou Aodong, "Mom..."
"—'Women textile workers protect national treasures with their skillful hands, and the millennia-old silk patterns compose a new chapter of the times.' Director Qin, you are truly remarkable. You have even become a model worker." The tone of Zhou Aodong's voice on the other end was unreadable.
Qin Xiangxiang: "Luckily, it's all just pure luck."
Zhou Aodong: "Lucky? You don't expect to get lucky and become a provincial model worker, do you?"
Qin Xiangxiang: "Mom...you're my real mom...please don't say that!"
Please don't curse your own daughter.
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