1982From Restorer to Cultural Relics Returning Home

The day Shen Qingshan died on the national treasure restoration platform, he thought his life was worth it. Open your eyes again and go back to 1982. At the age of eighteen, he failed the college entrance examination and worked part-time at a scrapyard. The fourteen years of experience as a restorer of the Forbidden City in his previous life were all in his mind. In the golden 1980s, when everyone was scrambling for steel approvals, he squatted in the corner of the scrapyard and dug out a Yongzheng blue and white bowl - he bought it for three yuan and sold it for five thousand yuan. From the county scrapyard to the provincial cultural relics bureau, from the Beijing restoration room to the international auction house, he has never just repaired things. He put the broken things back together, brought out his apprentices, and brought home the cultural relics that had been scattered overseas one by one. There is no system, no ability. Just one pair of hands and forty-two years. Under the sycamore tree, she put her hand on his and asked, "Are you satisfied with this life?"