Three years ago, he was a genius who emerged in the restoration world in Beijing. It took him nine months to restore a Ru kiln narcissus basin, but he was publicly denied by three "experts" who said, "the traces of restoration will damage the sense of the ancient object's vicissitudes." His hard work was smashed to pieces. Without saying a word, he turned around and left, retreating to the countryside.
Three years later, the people in Lujia'ao only knew that there was a lazy man living at the east end of the village. He squatted on the threshold all day, tinkering with broken bowls and jars. The grass in the field was taller than a person, and he couldn't even be called a wife.
Until that summer, the secretary of the Provincial Museum led someone into his small courtyard and saw the "big porcelain bowl" he was repairing in his hand. His legs became weak——
"This, this is the Mingcheng Hua Doucai Chicken Cup that was broken into eighteen pieces! There are only seventeen pieces left in the world!"
Shen Ke wiped his hands and said calmly: "Oh, it's repaired now. How much is it worth?"
