The Treasure in the Iron Cabinet

  Woke up early, looked outside and it was still pitch black. Looked at the clock and it was only 5 o'clock. Was thinking of sleeping but couldn't sleep anymore. Had a refreshing feeling like when people are happy, yesterday was busy until after 1 am and today woke up at 5 am, slept for more than four hours, not feeling sleepy at all.

  Since I couldn't sleep, I got up and brushed my teeth and washed my face.

  Entered the space, it's the same as yesterday, even the sky is the same, only a few open windows hint that someone was here yesterday.

  After a walk around, the excitement passed, and I found that there was a flaw in this peaceful place - it's too quiet. Except for the occasional sound of fish jumping out of the water in the pond, there is no other sound here. Although I have a calm temperament, such a quiet place still makes me feel a little lonely.

  Or else raise a clock and some flowers, thinking about it with a peaceful mind.

  Think and do, live in a small courtyard by the pond, preparing to grow some melons, fruits and vegetables. Just pulled out a piece of grass, looking at the place where I just pulled it out, the small grass seeds sprouted and grew rapidly, staring blankly at the rapid growth of the small grass, in no time it grew as high as if it hadn't been pulled out. If someone told me that I had schizophrenia, I would believe it if I didn't still have the grass in my hand.

  Threw away the grass in hand, parted the grass thicket, and saw a small grass seedling, picked up all the grass seeds on a palm-sized area, then pulled out the grass, and surprisingly another piece of grass grew out, but this time it was from another grass root. You're ruthless, this is simply the King of Grass! Forget it, no more fruits and vegetables.

  Washed hands by the pond and wiped them on pants casually.

  Entering the yard and looking up at the big tree, I felt a surge of excitement. Standing on the earthen wall, I wrapped my arms around the trunk, kicked off with both feet, and easily climbed up to sit on a branch, feeling incredibly pleased that my childhood skills hadn't been lost.

  It wasn't until I looked closely at the tree that I discovered a cluster of dark red small fruits around the branches, each fruit was only about the size of a thumb nail. These small fruits were only found near the branches and nowhere else in sight, where there were only leaves without any fruit. There were over ten clusters, with three or four fruits in each cluster.

  Picked one and smelled it, a faint fragrance hit my nose. Put it in my mouth and chewed, my mouth was filled with saliva, and as soon as I put it in my mouth, it seemed to melt suddenly. Ate several in a row, and when I looked at the bunch beside me, it had been picked clean by the children. Didn't think of what we learned in school - "more is not always better", so let's leave some for later.

  It turned out that it was already bright outside, and when I looked at the alarm clock on the table, it was already 9 o'clock.

  Put on the coat, went out of the door, rushed to a nearby hardware store, spent more than 200 yuan, bought a pair of wire cutters. Prepare to deal with the lock on the iron cabinet.

  When walking through the vegetable market, I saw an old farmer with a basket in front of him, and there were three small dogs inside. Several people were surrounding it, which reminded me that my own space was empty, so raising a few dogs might not be bad either.

  Three fluffy little guys, just full moon, Chinese rural dog, commonly known as countryside earth dog, spent eighty bucks to buy these three little guys from the old man, and also came with a basket.

  One hand held a basket with three little ones inside, the other hand carried a large pair of pliers, and his strange appearance attracted people's attention.

  At the pet store by the road, I spent another 100 soft sister coins to give the three little guys a bath. Except for Tiao Suo, Ju An doesn't want to bring Tiao Suo into space.

  It was almost eleven o'clock when I returned to the rental house. It took me about an hour just to take care of these three little guys.

  As soon as the door was closed, Ju An hastily entered the space and put down three little ones. Having just arrived in a new environment, the little ones were still afraid of strangers and huddled together.

  Squatting down, he stretched out his hand, and the little guy sniffed it, with the black one even licking it.

  "Hmm, you're black so I'll call you Eggshell, white one, you'll be Garlic Head, and you with the yellow fur and white nose, hmm, you'll be Tiger Head." Ju An gently patted each of the little ones on the head.

  "Woof! Woof!"

  "Dismissed as invalid, the original verdict is upheld." Looking at the three little guys, they were all serious-faced at first, then burst out laughing.

  After playing with the puppies for a while, the three little guys became familiar and started running wildly around the yard. Pidan was pulling hard on the wisteria vines on the fence, while Suan Tou and Hu Tou were climbing up the mound of soil around the big tree. The mound was still too high for the two little ones, and they tumbled down with a thud after trying to climb it. Suan Tou got up, shook its head, and continued to climb and fall. Hu Tou curled up its tail, panting and biting at the grass.

  He easily picked up the iron pliers, snipped off a few large locks with a few clicks, casually threw the pliers to his feet, twisted the lock a few times, and then took it down.

  With a strong pull on the large iron ring, and a gentle tug, the iron cabinet opened. The entire cabinet was divided into two layers: one layer held several thick black leather-bound books, while the lower layer was much larger, holding only a few leather-wrapped packages of varying sizes.

  He picked up the black notebook casually and flipped through it, only to find that it was an English account book. He flipped through a few more pages, and this time he recognized the words. The notebook recorded how many boxes of opium were sold on which days, and how much silver was collected on which days. Thinking back to the note he saw yesterday with the dog's belly writing, he guessed that it was an opium merchant's account book. He then flipped through another one, and they were all the same - account books. Looking at the dates in the account books, they ranged from 1900 to 1910.

  Put the account book back upstairs, this thing is useless for Ju An, now it's already 2020s, a hundred years ago opium account book, if you take it out, how to explain the source of these account books. Taking it out will be a big trouble.

  Sat down on the grass, stretched out her legs, took out the outermost leather case from the lower layer, tried it in her hand, and found it not too heavy. With a few quick movements, she undid the three buckles on one side, opened it up, and oh, it was a painting! On the canvas, a little girl with her hands spread wide, holding a bunch of pale blue flowers in one hand, as if the painter had run over to capture the scene. The background was a forest. In the lower right corner of the painting, there was a line of the artist's signature, which she didn't recognize, but knew it was Russian.

  Put this little girl aside, take out the second leather case, which is slightly larger than the first one. Open it and see that a man with goat legs is painted on the painting, chasing three smooth women in the forest, and these three women are still smiling back at the goat leg **, damn, group p + beast heavy taste. Then look carefully again on the painting, find an inconspicuous signature 'Bouguereau' this word is familiar, William-Adolphe Bouguereau.

  Another strong flavor, is it that all those called Adolf are so fierce? Look at this William Adolf who created a personal beast, and the Führer Adolf who made Europe, the center of the world at that time, a mess.

  Open the third painting, it's a girl wearing a ballet skirt practicing dance in front of the mirror, the door is open and another girl wearing the same ballet clothes is about to come in. This painting is the ugliest, what is this thing, blurry, the little girl's face is not even painted carefully.

  In my heart, I secretly suspected and then carefully searched again to see if I could find a signature or something. After searching for half a day, I still couldn't find the signature anywhere, so I had no choice but to give up.

  Rehang a few paintings, put them in an iron cabinet, just close the iron door, and feel like something is pulling on your pants.

  Lowering my head to take a look, it turned out to be a pidan (preserved egg). Upon closer inspection, I found that the three little ones were all at my feet, making "wu wu" sounds. Squatting down to touch each of their little heads, I discovered that the three little ones were still making "wu wu" calls. Hu Tou (a nickname) even called out to Ju An twice.

  Could it be that I'm hungry? Thinking about this, even I feel a little rumbling in my tummy.

  "I'll go buy two boxes of takeout right away, everyone dig in" he said to the three dogs, and then swiftly exited the space.

  After a while, I took two boxes of takeout back to the rental house. Also bought two large iron bowls for dog food at the bottom.

  I poured a box into an iron basin and stirred it, then sent it to the little guy in the space. I used another basin to scoop up half a basin of water from the earth circle and placed it on the side. As soon as I put down the basin, the little guy started eating around the basin with gusto, seemingly really hungry.

  Out of space, open laptop, ready to ask Baidu, what is Bouguereau, eating while waiting for the system to start.

  I looked up Baidu and was amazed. According to Baidu, William-Adolphe Bouguereau (1825-1905) was a French painter who was the most important figure in French academic art painting from the first half of the 19th century to the end of the 19th century. Bouguereau pursued aestheticism and was skilled at creating beautiful, idealized scenes. His works include paintings on mythological, angelic, and allegorical themes, as well as realistic paintings with photographic qualities. These perfect styles attracted a large number of artistic followers and patrons, earning him numerous honors and making him the most famous painter in France at the time.