The old things I repaired have become fine

Chapter 275 Shen Le, your level of luxury is comparable to that of the emperor!
"Wow, this girl's acting skills are really top notch..."

Shen Le followed closely and was stunned after watching the grand scene of the old lovers meeting each other.

This Miss Jinzhu, no, now she should be called Zhong Jinhatun, changed her image several times smoothly and naturally, which simply beat all the big and small actresses Shen Le had seen.

The pale and haggard widow who is determined to keep her chastity, the majestic female leader of the grassland, the old lover who relies on her wholeheartedly for help...

Every face and every expression is completely natural, without any affectation, and is convincing no matter how you look at it.

Especially the last face. Even though he kept thinking in his heart, "Don't be ridiculous. The man and the woman have been married for so many years. It's too stupid to talk about old feelings," he still felt that it was too unreasonable to stand by and not help her...

With such acting skills and determination, it is no wonder that she has gone from being a kidnapped girl with nothing more than a decade ago to where she is now:
The old Khan's favorite wife, the new king's light cavalry chased after the woman he wanted to marry. The Ming envoys traveled thousands of miles across the border to mediate. If the new king was not allowed to marry her, the whole grassland would be uneasy...

"you……"

Even though she was acting so well in front of him, the young general looked at her with pity and guilt. He said softly:
"You have to remember that if you want to be granted an imperial title, you must be obedient to the court. Most importantly, there must not be wars on the borders, and there must not be troops coming in from time to time to burn, kill, and loot.

As long as you are obedient, even if the imperial court does not grant you a title for the time being, at least the tribute market will not be withdrawn. You can control a tribute market..."

"I understand, Narisu." Jinzhu raised her face slightly and stared at him without blinking. Her clear cheeks were stained red by the morning light, and she looked more and more affectionate:

"With the tribute market, we can buy food, salt, and iron pots. Our elderly and children will have enough to eat when a disaster strikes, and they won't die in large numbers..."

Therefore, Ming threatened her by saying, "If you don't marry the new king, you will be just an ordinary woman and the court will not even know who you are." She had no choice but to give in.

There are many things that are not produced on the grassland at all. If the tribute market - or the trade with the Central Plains - is stopped, her army and her tribe will not be able to be fed and will not be able to withstand several disasters!
"It would be great if you were here to lead the troops..." Her voice became lower and lower:
"If you were here to guard it, I wouldn't be afraid of them at all... and I wouldn't be bullied by them..."

However, as a military commander, he could not decide where to lead the troops or where to guard. The young general was silent for a long time, and whispered:
"I also have familiar generals in Xuanfu. If someone bullies you, you can write to me and I... can always help you mediate."

They looked at each other in silence. After a long while, Jinzhu managed a smile:
"Let's not talk about this anymore. You haven't seen Xiao Jin yet this time, right? Wait a moment, I'll call it out--"

She fumbled around her neck, pulled out a whistle, and blew it hard. The sharp whistle echoed, and after a moment, a low roar sounded in the distance, getting closer and closer, and getting louder and louder:
"Xiao Jin!"

Jinzhu smiled, waved and shouted. At the same time, the young general's horse neighed and kept retreating. He could only jump off the horse, hold the reins in his hand, and stand on tiptoe to look into the distance:
"Xiao Jin?"

The grass waves parted, and a golden figure jumped out and rushed directly in front of Jinzhu. The big head was placed directly on Jinzhu's shoulder, rubbing against him.

Until this moment, Jinzhu finally showed a genuine smile, stretched out her arms to hug its head, and stroked its fur a few times. Then, she tilted its head and pushed it to the side:
"Who do you think is coming?"

"Ow..."

The golden beast roared softly. The young general took a closer look and was shocked:

"Xiao Jin! Have you grown so big?"

He still remembered that when they parted, Xiao Jin was only about the size of a large dog. Now, with his four paws on the ground and his head raised, he was almost as tall as him!

As for his growth, it was even more amazing. He had once killed a fierce tiger in the old forest, which was over ten feet long and majestic. Xiao Jin was even bigger than that tiger...

"When did you grow so big? You...how much have you eaten!"

Xiao Jin obviously remembered him, sniffed him twice, rushed over and threw him to the ground, licking his face desperately. The young general tried his best to push away the big head, shouting in embarrassment:

"Stop licking! Stop licking! Get off me!—You're going to crush me to death!!!"

It was said before that it needs to eat gold equal to its own weight, or ten times its own weight in silver, in order to grow to adulthood.

In the past ten years on the grassland, could it really have eaten so much gold and silver?

The people on the grassland are really rich when it comes to being rich...

"Thank you very much for taking such good care of him." After a long commotion, the young general finally got up from the ground. His helmet had fallen off and his cloak was wrinkled, which he tidied up in a messy manner.

However, his gaze towards the woman beside him was filled with more warmth, and he said softly:

"It must have been hard for you to raise him to this age?"

"No, Xiao Jin also helped me a lot." Jin Zhu smiled softly and reached out to touch the beast's ears. The beast turned around and rubbed her palm, arrogantly:

"I looted a lot of it! I helped her fight the war, so the gold and silver I looted belongs to me. It's fair and reasonable!"

Yes, that's really reasonable. The young general couldn't help laughing, thinking of the first time he met Jinzhu:

"You didn't eat her hairpin again?"

"It didn't reach her head to eat!"

Xiao Jin was confident. Now he was an adult! He had refined the transverse bone in his throat and could speak!
If anyone dares to say bad things about him or throw dirty water at him, he can refute it on the spot without having to write on the ground!

After a long separation, they were particularly happy to meet again. Xiao Jin had a fierce fight with his friend, and when he was about to leave, he still held the corner of his robe tightly and refused to let go: "You said you would come to pick me up! You said you would protect her for a while, and then you would come to pick me up! Three years, three years and three years, three years and three years, it's been more than thirteen years!"

"Xiao Jin, don't be like this... I can't afford to support you..."

The young general was sweating profusely, rubbing the head of the strange beast again and again. He served as a lieutenant general, guarding the pass, and he did have some extra income every day, such as the tributes given to him by the passing caravans -

However, at the end of the year, after deducting the expenses for supporting his family, soldiers and servants, the pocket money he could get was at most a few thousand taels of silver.

It's okay to make a good set of armor and a good sword, but do you want to support Xiao Jin, this bottomless pit?

What a joke!
"Well, you stay on the grassland for a while longer, spend more time with Jinzhu, and protect her well." He looked up at Zhong Jinhatun, who smiled and nodded at him:

"I want to think of a way to see if I can be transferred to a nearby place so that I can visit you more often?"

"You need to get it over here quickly!" Xiao Jin ate the sword he carried with him as a snack with a few crunches, and then stretched his body in satisfaction:
"I'll give you two years - no, three years! If you don't come to see me in three years, I won't like you anymore, and I'll keep following her!"

"No! - Okay, okay, I'll come. I'll definitely come. Even if I can't make it, I'll find a way to see you!"

The light and shadows gradually faded. Shen Le kept smiling, standing up and sitting down, sitting down and standing up again. After a long while, he sighed and fell on the bed.
"Forget it, forget it. It's late at night. I won't bother him anymore. If you tease him tomorrow, I'll say, 'If you don't come to see me for three years, I won't like you.' That's ridiculous! You're still acting like a spoiled child at this age!"

...Then, early the next morning, he was severely ravaged by the Alloy Boss - he held down his scalp hair and rubbed it hard, rubbing it hard, repeatedly rubbing it clockwise and counterclockwise.

While kneading, he also complained:
"Acting like a spoiled child? Acting like a spoiled child? Do you want me to act like a spoiled child with you? - By the way, did you see what the chip on the backing paper looks like?"

"No! No!" Shen Le struggled to save his hair from his hands:

"Don't just talk about me! What about you? Have you found the corresponding hill in the painting?"

"No..." Speaking of this, the Alloy Boss was a little discouraged.

He looked over and over the satellite map, searching all the mountains and rivers he and the boy had traveled to, but still had no clue:
"How about I go and take a look around? When you've finished repairing it, if I still haven't found it, I'll come back and ask you."

Shen Le was indifferent. The Alloy Boss looked at the scorching sun outside and shrank back:

"Forget it, let's wait. If I run outside now, I'll be all hot. Hey, fix it quickly!"

In fact, once the painting is done, there is only some work left to do, mounting it, which is not difficult at all. If you put it in a paper, you don't need to write it unless it is a master's thesis to make up the word count.

Teacher Zhang actually wanted to leave. As for mounting, he could just hire a mounting master, or send one of his students over to guide Shen Le.

However, Shen Le held him tightly and wouldn't let him go:
"Teacher Zhang, please help me again. I want to use the original materials as much as possible to frame this painting - but how can I repair this brocade satin?"

When Teacher Zhang heard these three words, her head started buzzing. When she looked at the holes in the fabric, her blood pressure went up.

He asked tremblingly:

"You want to fill these holes?"

"Yes!"

"Just don't put up a piece of paper on the back and stick to the principle of minimal intervention?"

"Teacher...spirituality or something..."

Teacher Zhang felt dizzy. As I said before, when repairing cultural relics, if we don't fill in the holes in these silks and satins, doesn't that mean we don't want to?
In addition to the principle of minimal intervention and preserving the cultural relics in the same state as when they were discovered, there is another reason, and that is poverty!
"It's very expensive to fix this hole! - The only cultural relic restoration I've seen is the "Long Live the Emperor" plaque in the Forbidden City, where they restored the brocade satin...

Do you really want to be like them? You have to weave a new piece of brocade satin, cut the hole and patch it up again!"

Shen Le put on a smile and held up the Special Affairs Bureau points on his phone.

If you have money, you have nothing to fear.

capricious!
Teacher Zhang had a mouthful of blood stuck in his chest.

"you……"

Your level of extravagance is as high as that of the emperor!

　"Zhongjin Hatun", "Zhongjin" is the transliteration of the Chinese word "Zhonggong", and "Hatun" means lady.

　　In other words, Jinzhu, as a latecomer who married Altan Khan very late, became the "Lady of the Central Palace", which is roughly equivalent to the Khan's main wife...

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