Chapter 871 Rebuilding the Country and Waiting for the Next Generation

The Hunan Provincial Museum has a rich heritage. As one of the earliest first-class museums in the country, it has many collections, especially some of the listed earthworks, mainly from the "Mawangdui".

But the "Shang Pan Fang Lei" is still a treasure of the first echelon here, and will directly become the new "treasure of the museum".

With Yang Yongtao's personal explanation, this "Wonderful Night at the Museum" can be regarded as a fruitful experience, and I felt a little bit of the inheritance of Chinese culture.

This sense of heaviness cannot be reflected in cultural relics from other countries.

The "Real History Foundation" he established has been in existence for four months, and has issued 21 bounties in total. With the addition of the entry effect, its influence has begun to show results, but there is still a long way to go to break the pseudo-history and pseudo-objects.

Yang Yongtao knows this place very well, and knows which ones are genuine and which ones are just replicas for the convenience of exhibition. He also took Zhou Rui to the cultural relics warehouse to see many genuine items that are not on display.

The only small problem is that when he saw the body of "Mrs. Zhui Xin", Gan Yuan was so scared that her legs went weak.

At first, she thought it didn't look like a real person, so she took the courage to get closer to take a look.

As a result, Yang Yongtao said it was real, and she felt as uncomfortable as if she was being tickled by a bug.

(Don't search, you've been tricked)

When they came out, they were all supported, which made Zhou Rui feel bad.

Shouldn't the hotel give them a good massage this time?

That night, in order to appease Gan Yuan, she reluctantly went out to seduce her again.

I don't know if it's because she got it late, but Gan Yuan is prone to allergies.

She would report back to them for any slight disturbance.

I can't say more, so I'll keep it to myself.

The next morning was the day of the return ceremony of the "Shang Dish Square Lei Vessel Body".

The red carpet at the entrance of the museum stretched two miles, with a background wall and a large screen.

Hunan TV also dispatched a lot of people, and there were also many guests from the Hunan cultural relics, cultural, and Z circles.

There were probably half of the TV station's people, or centaurs.

Although Zhou Rui was the most important guest, he was relatively low-key. He only spoke for five minutes and didn't even have a script.

He didn't want to talk about his "nobility" here, why he did it, and how high his sentimental value was.

He just went with the flow.

But even so, the speech of a big celebrity like Zhou Jiaozhu was still recorded by countless flashes and cameras. I think if it can't be on the news broadcast, it will be circulated wildly on the Internet.

The title has been thought of: "Shocking! A man spent hundreds of millions for this!"

With the bonus of [entry], he is ultimately not "low-key".

After all the speeches, the "Shang Dish Square Lei Body" was covered with red silk and placed in the display cabinet. Everyone followed it and moved to the museum.

As a new rookie who has just returned, it was placed in the most core and conspicuous position.

Finally, under the gaze of everyone, the "Shang Dish Square Lei Body" and the "Lid" were combined into one, and this exquisite bronze ware spanning more than 3,000 years was finally complete again.

Zhou Rui suddenly had an epiphany.

Cultural relics are about culture first and objects second.

Its value is not in itself, but in "civilization".

If civilization continues and is passed down from generation to generation, this artifact can be considered a priceless treasure.

If civilization is cut off and there is no inheritance in the world, then whether it is from 1,000 years ago or 3,000 years ago, it is just a "toy" played by foreigners.

Perhaps "cultural relics" should be in museums, not in the storage room of a wealthy person.

Because the "museums" that are becoming more and more magnificent and richer all over the country are the embodiment of the continuous inheritance of civilization and its revival.

After the ceremony, the Hunan Provincial Museum opened normally, and a large number of tourists immediately flocked to see the treasures of their own civilization, including ordinary citizens, archaeologists, three-year-old children, and octogenarians.

Zhou Rui has already gone to the airport and boarded a plane to Beijing North.

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Beijing North, Jiuding Mountain.

An old man in his nineties stood in front of the tombstone and presented a bouquet of flowers.

The winter cold turned into a concrete white mist, which slowly floated out of the old man's nose, but was soon dispersed by the cold wind.

"Mr. Qian, in two days, the satellite we made will be back."

His voice was very light, more like he was talking to himself

"Actually, it has been back for a while. A powerful young man sent the 'Dongfanghong-1' back to the ground intact. Well, two antennas were broken, but it's not a big problem."

"At that time, this mission was delayed for ten years, and finally fell into the hands of our Fifth Academy. I was also forced to switch from missiles to satellites. It's been another forty-five years. I didn't expect that there would be a day to come back."

A person behind him stepped forward and said, "Mr. Sun, it's cold today, let's go back early."

Sun Jiadong waved his hand and said kindly, "It's okay, I just said that if I catch a cold because of talking, it will be blamed on Mr. Qian for not blessing me well, hahaha."

As a scientific worker, he actually doesn't believe in this, but just expresses his grief, which has nothing to do with superstition.

This is just the feeling of the living.

A fallen leaf spun and fell on the tombstone. Sun Jiadong's vigorous and withered hand brushed across the tombstone and picked the fallen leaf for Qian Lao.

The tombstone reads "December 11, 1911 - October 31, 2009".

"That young man is amazing. He has done a lot of things that we didn't dare to think of before, at least I didn't dare to think of them. Rocket recovery, lunar exploration robots, and especially the orbital mechanical platform are really amazing."

"Now in orbit, apart from the International Space Station, the largest man-made fortification is the 'orbital mechanical platform', and its area is still increasing. It can move freely like a ship. I don't know which one is better, this thing or the 'spacecraft' you envisioned back then."

"By the way. They said they would also build a 'scientific research orbital platform' named after you. Several old brothers are a little envious."

"It's a pity. If you stayed in this world for a few more years, you might be able to see the rapid development of the aerospace industry now, and even know that young man."

Suddenly, Sun Jiadong thought of the information he had seen and thought of a possibility.

"Hey~, that young man was the top scorer in the college entrance examination in 2009. Maybe you really heard about him when you were alive."

After saying this, Sun Jiadong himself found it funny. After laughing, he didn't know what to say.

After a long time, he bowed deeply and then stood up with difficulty.

He is also 86 years old, and has become "Old Sun" in other people's mouths.

With the help of the young people behind him, the former head of "Dongfanghong-1" left Jiuding Mountain.

However, he did not go home, but went directly to a restaurant.

In front of the restaurant, the current director of the System Engineering Department of the Space Administration and a strong contender for the next director: Li Changping, was waiting at the door.

"Mr. Sun, be careful here, the ground is slippery. Why do you have to come here?"

Li Changping supported Sun Jiadong's hand and went inside

Although Mr. Sun had resigned from all positions and only retained the empty title of lunar exploration project consultant, no one dared to neglect him

To put it bluntly, Mr. Sun could have not come to today's reception. At his age, he only needed to show up at the last minute, but after hearing the news, Mr. Sun specifically asked to attend an ordinary dinner party

Sun Jiadong smiled and said, "What's wrong? How can an old man like me eat a few bites of your meat? Are you reluctant?"

"If you say so, I have to jump down"

"This is the first floor, why jump?"

As he was talking, another car drove up from behind

Sun Jiadong, who was about to enter the room, turned his head and looked over. An ordinary Hongqi N501 stopped and a young man with a dignified demeanor got off.

Sword-like eyebrows, bright eyes, and a straight figure.

This vigor, this body, this car

What a promising young man.

Sun Jiadong stopped and turned to stare at him.

Zhou Rui was stunned when he saw this strange old man staring at him with a smile.

"Hello, are you waiting for me?"

Sun Jiadong smiled:

"Yes, I am waiting for the young man."