Early on Wednesday morning, Dad posed a problem to Jenkins. He took out the vase that the Stress family had sent yesterday morning, and asked Jenkins to deduce the age of the vase within ten minutes.
If he fails, then his weekend reading experience may be a few more inches.
"It will not be earlier than 1309 in the common calendar, because the earliest porcelain products were discovered in that year. It can be seen that the production process of this vase is quite mature, so the production time should be after the mature period of porcelain production process !"
Dad nodded, but Jenkins was worried that he was just pretending to be perfunctory and was actually preparing to scold himself for a while, so he still stared at him.
"It's really right this time. You can continue. Young people must have some confidence in themselves."
Jenkins smiled with satisfaction, bent down, and checked the texture and damage of the bottle with white gloves on:
"The artistic style is biased towards the middle period of the ancient Hikari Empire...or maybe the middle and late period."
Look at Dad again.
"I won't always give you hints. Time is running out, you should hurry up."
"Okay, Dad."
He picked up the round lens on the side and put it in front of his eyes, and his eyes widened to see the material of the bottle body and the wear and tear of the bottle mouth. Even sniffed it, but it didn't help at all.
After Dad looked at the wall clock and started counting down, Jenkins licked his lips and said the answer he thought:
"About 1400-1423!"
"are you sure?"
"Dad, don't play these psychological tricks, just give the answer, I'm ready!"
"The answer is correct!"
"Thank you sage!"
Jenkins' eyes were full of joy, and this was one of the rare moments when he could guess right. When I feel better, I naturally talk more:
"Since it is such a valuable vase, how did the Stress family get it? It can't be passed down from the ancestors, right?"
"of course not."
Dad rubbed his nose. He had already prepared a list of books for Jenkins to read more, but those things can be saved for next week:
"The eldest daughter of the Stress family is a female worker in a cotton textile factory, which is the factory area in the east of the city. People often throw garbage nearby, so a mountain of garbage is formed. You also grew up in Nolan, you should know me Where is it said?"
"I know. A few years ago, the municipal government would clean up on time and throw the garbage into the deep sea. But later, it was protested by the believers of the [Ocean and Exploration Church], so they had to build a large garbage incineration plant nearby. I learned from last week's promise Lan Daily heard that the garbage mountain will be completely resolved by next summer at the latest."
In fact, the opportunity for the construction of the garbage treatment plant was the silver vertigo in the past few weeks. Some people believed that this plague was caused by the excessive accumulation of garbage around the city, so they protested in the newspapers. This statement is obviously wrong, but the purpose is indeed to benefit the public.
"Next summer?"
The old man snorted, apparently not approving such speculation, but he quickly came back to his senses and continued the conversation just now:
"Because the garbage mountain is getting lower and lower, some life debris from many years ago is exposed. Since someone picked up valuable jewelry there, there will always be children or idle workers to pick up the waste, and the vase was taken away. The eldest daughter of the Stress family, who works nearby, brought it back, and I have to say that their luck is really good."
"How much do you value it?"
Jenkins asked again.
"Sold for at least..."
jingle~
The door of the store was suddenly pushed open, causing the bell hanging on the door to ring. The two looked towards the door together, and saw a carriage parked at the door. Captain Bincy pushed the door and waved to Jenkins:
"Come on, I need you to go for treatment, something big happened this morning!"
The destination was the church's secret sanatorium on the outskirts of the city. When the carriage galloped into the yard, Jenkins could already see the wounded being carried in on stretchers at the entrance of the main building from the window.
"What's going on here?"
I didn't have time to ask along the way, but I just listened to Captain Bincy's repeated explanation of what to do after arriving.
"Yesterday evening, we received news from Karfask Field. After comparison, we thought we had found a large-scale settlement of vampire servants. Who would have thought that after the combat team assembled and set off this morning, what they encountered was not a vampire at all. It's the witches from the Witch's House!"
As he said that, he stomped his feet angrily, and then pulled Jenkins non-stop to jump out of the carriage and walk into the main building of the hospital, turned to the side and walked up the stairs. Seeing Jenkins arrive, the people on the stairs gave way consciously.
"Our preparations were all aimed at the blood-sucking species. The sudden start of the battle caught both sides by surprise. Even if we won, we paid a considerable price. Those lunatics are worthy of summoning the giant monsters from the Shadow Realm. Buried a circle of steam bombs near his stronghold! Don't let me know where those bombs came from... "
Most of the wounded were wounded by the bombs that eventually died together, but fortunately, almost everyone in the combat troops possessed the divine ability [Blessing of Books], so there were only two victims on the spot.
This is already a great sacrifice. It is very difficult to cultivate a benefactor, and it takes a lot of time and resources to grow up as a scribe who can join the combat force. Judging from the huge population base of human beings, the number of benefactors is very small. Whether it is the Orthodox Church, or other organizations and churches of false gods, the bestowers have always been the rarest and most precious group of people. A battle in which hundreds of people would be killed or injured simply would not exist in the world of the Bestower.
This time the treatment lasted from the morning until two o'clock in the afternoon. Thanks to the Life Orb, Jenkins' sustain is greatly enhanced when using his healing ability. Coupled with the fact that there were two other healers in the parish, the three of them worked together and finally no new victims appeared.
Jenkins, who had been busy for several hours, finally found time to sit on the bench in the corridor of the inpatient department, while Chocolate pushed the green beads around. For him, these few hours were really boring.
When all the work was over, the sun had already dropped below the western sky, and the golden light reflected on the wasteland west of the nursing home, making people blinded by the brilliant brilliance.
It was still Captain Bincy who sent Jenkins back. Most of his team members were lying in the nursing home, so today's matter had to be done personally.
"Where are you going? Papa's Antiques or your house?"
"Go to church, I have a math class tonight."