"If this thing wasn't handed down, it shouldn't have been found at Ernst & Young. ”

The tone was cold and flat, as casual as if he was talking to a subordinate, and made the other people tremble.

"This thing also cast a very small number of test pieces. Three months later, Hong Xiuquan was proclaimed emperor and immediately asked someone to recast the holy treasure money. ”

"The back of the Ten Treasures has only been circulating in Stone Town for a few months, and it has been replaced by the Holy Treasure Money, and other places ...... It shouldn't come out of the soil. ”

"Ask your friend and you'll know if it's true or not. ”

Qin Yunhua's face froze for a moment, and then he suddenly realized, couldn't help but reach out and pat his head, and said with a smile: "I forgot about this stubble." Little Jin Feng, you've done you a great favor. ”

Smiled and nodded, stepping aside.

The other old man couldn't wait to reach over, and introduced himself to Jin Feng with a smile.

This old man is Director Fang who Meng Tong called out in his mouth, Fang Jinsong of the Institute of Archaeology.

The level of status is similar to the previous three.

Fang Jinsong had already learned about Jin Feng from Qin Yunhua, including Liu Rui, and Zeng Zimo.

As soon as he saw the real person, Fang Jinsong naturally stepped forward.

"I have admired the name of Master Xiaojin for a long time, and I finally saw the true Buddha. ”

"I'm Fang Jinsong, it's the first time we've met, please take care of me. ”

Fang Jinsong's politeness can be seen by everyone, full of humility.

But the people present were already physically and mentally numb, and Fang Jinsong's attitude towards Jin Feng did not touch everyone at all.

Anyway, the three big names in front of him all treated Jin Feng like this, and Fang Jinsong was just icing on the cake.

At this time, Yan Qiuya, who was in Jin Feng's arms, finally regained consciousness, and she was ashamed to press the edge of the table, struggling to get up, her whole body was hot, and her face was so red that she was about to drip blood.

Jin Feng put his arm around Yan Qiuya's slender waist and helped her sit on the chair next to her.

stood up and formally shook hands with Fang Jinsong.

Fang Jinsong's eyes lit up, a strange look flashed, and his left hand stepped forward to cover Jin Feng's hand, and shook it three times.

After the salute, several old men also sat down at the desk.

Jin Feng learned that these old men were coming for those local chronicles.

There is a high-speed railway from Jincheng to the southwest border, connected to Caiyun Province, the investment is huge, like this kind of super project, it is inevitable to dig out some monuments and tombs.

The day before yesterday, a historic site was found on the side of Yuewang, which was preliminarily determined to be the site of the ancient Zhen people, although Fang Jinsong did not come to the scene in person, but also watched the video and photos sent back.

There are hundreds of things in the ruins, such as bronze mirrors, bronze swords, coins, pottery, and ironware, all of which are from the Warring States period to the Western Han Dynasty.

This ancient ruins are very interesting, Fang Jinsong felt that he could do it, so he found a few old men, discussed it, and decided to find out if there were similar ruins.

This is not necessary to use the local gazetteer.

After all, the authenticity of the things recorded in the local chronicles is still very high.

At this time, the elevator door opened again, and the young man who had just gone to get the local chronicle ran over out of breath and told everyone breathlessly.

The six local chronicles were lost by the Agency for Cultural Affairs, and they are now being searched for with all their might.

This news was like a bolt from the blue, and Meng Tong immediately changed color.

Because of the presence of so many people, it was not easy to lose his temper, so he had to explain to Huang Guanyang a few people.

The local chronicles of the Republic of China belong to ancient books, and it stands to reason that they must be scanned, archived and digitized, but not long after the library moved over, the imported scanners bought back must be given priority to the ancient book museum.

The Museum of Culture and History can only wait in line.

In this case, it will be a disaster.

Huang Guanyang looked a little unhappy, and said with a calm face: "It's also in this hall, and such an important original local chronicle can be lost." ”

"It's good now, I don't even have a reference material. ”

Qin Yunhua and the old men were also speechless.

Jin Feng said lightly: "I have a question I want to ask Director Fang. ”

Fang Jinsong was stunned.

"The Gu Zhen people belong to a remote branch of the Sanxingdui civilization, and the place where they live should be in the Gu Zhen County, how can they find their ruins in the Gu Yue County?"

As soon as these words came out, Fang Jinsong was shocked, and his eyes suddenly tightened.

Jin Feng continued: "Yuewang and Guzuo are three hundred kilometers apart, separated by lofty mountains and mountains, and belonged to the pre-Qin barbarian tribe during the Warring States Period, since Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty established Yuewang County, it has always been an important place for soldiers......"

"Yuewang has a perennial army here, and the Han family has been inherited, how did the Sanxingdui civilization branch of the Guzhen people pass?"

When the two sentences came out, Fang Jinsong's face changed.

Although the others are museum curators, they are all experts in history and archaeology.

Hearing Jin Feng say this, the information and data stored in the minds of several people immediately turned out, and the color changed in an instant.

Fang Jinsong hurriedly said, "Master Xiaojin, what do you mean?"

Jin Feng replied.

"The ancient Zhen people worship stones and stone statues, are there any ruins that came out of Yuewang?"

Fang Jinsong stomped his foot hard, pinched his thigh fiercely, and screamed viciously.

Huang Guanyang, Qin Yunhua and Dong Zhiqin woke up like a dream.

In the blink of an eye, he gasped.

"How did he know that the Guzhen people worshipped stone statues?"

Here, Fang Jin took out his mobile phone in a panic, opened the gallery, and handed it to Jin Feng: "Master Xiaojin, look at the live videos and photos......"

Jin Feng only looked at a few pictures of the on-site excavation, and then said, "This is a bit interesting. ”

Several old men hurriedly stepped forward, all four heads together, eight old eyes and two glasses looked at it for a while.

I looked down at my phone in a daze, and then looked up at Jin Feng in a daze.

I don't know what to do.

"Xiao Jin Feng, what do you mean by interesting?"

Jin Feng snorted, and said in a mansheng voice: "Four people who add up to three hundred years old, can't even see a painted pottery figurine?"

was sarcastically ridiculed by a young teenager, and the four old men and four old faces were three points redder than a monkey's ass.

Angry and angry, he turned his head around, clicked to zoom in again, and finally found something in the corner.

The thing was only a centimeter out of the earth, and the photo was put to the maximum, and finally a little bit of painting was seen.

"Boom!"

The four old men shouted at the same time.

"Red terracotta figurines!"

Fang Jinsong, as the director of the Institute of Archaeology, was so excited that he jumped up immediately.

You must know that the discovery of painted pottery in the ruins is a great event.

Most of this year has passed, and except for the excavation of the silver treasure at the bottom of the river of Emperor Daxi, there are really no decent results in other places.

Quickly call someone to prepare the car and go straight to the scene.

Before leaving, he didn't forget to come back and thank Jin Feng.

Huang Guanyang, Dong Zhiqin, and Qin Yunhua stood stunned on the spot, completely frightened by Jin Feng.

This young man in his early twenties has ruined everyone's three views again and again.

The master of leakage, the master of treasure appreciation, the master of calligraphy, the master of history, these four things alone have refreshed their cognition of the master.

Today, when such a thing came out again, the three old men completely and seriously doubted whether they had lived in vain in their lives.

Jin Feng turned around and whispered to Yan Qiuya: "Bed rest, don't go to work again." ”

"Seven days later, I went to Taihuatang to find Ge Guanyue to open a deputy prescription, and I said what I said. ”

When these words came out, the others shook again.

Ge Guanyue is a miracle doctor, the first needle king, even a three-year-old child in Jincheng knows his name, but Jin Feng directly called Ge Guanyue's name.

That can only show one point, his relationship with Ge Guanyue is not ordinarily good.

Yan Qiuya leaned on the table weakly and said softly, "I can persevere." ”

"Thank you. ”

Jin Feng's face sank, and he said solemnly: "Even you don't cherish yourself, don't expect others to help you again." ”

Yan Qiuya's red lips opened and closed slightly, looked at Jin Feng lightly, and said in a low voice: "I, I can hold on." ”

The library director Meng Tong, who had not dared to squeak for a long time, stood up and said solemnly.

"What can you do? Don't do it, Comrade Qiuya. ”

"You really don't care about yourself. ”

"From today onwards, you will go home and recuperate...... The body is the capital of the revolution......"

Meng Tong, who scolded Yan Qiuya fiercely with a straight face, slowly turned around, instantly changed his smiling face, stretched out his hands and couldn't help but grasp Jin Feng. ()

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