The figurines of the martyrs continued until the Tang Dynasty, with greater changes and improvements, and the terracotta figurines also reached a new height in the Tang Dynasty.

But compared to the Terracotta Army, it is too far behind.

At that time, the Li Tang Dynasty was known as the center of the world, as far as the ancient pyramid of Dashi, there were people who came from thousands of miles to worship.

The exchange of cultures among various nations and peoples reached its peak during that period.

Therefore, the terracotta figurines of the Tang Dynasty are also strange, all-encompassing, and there are no wonders.

This tiger figurine, which is forty or thirty centimeters tall, is one of them.

It's not ordinary.

Li Chongmao's tomb beast!

Who is Lee Chong-mao?

One of the shortest-lived emperors in history is him.

Emperor Tang Yan, also known as Emperor Shaodi of Tang. His grandmother was Wu Zetian, and his grandfather was Li Zhi.

Zhongzong Li Xian was poisoned by Empress Wei, and Empress Wei then appointed Li Chongmao, who was only 16 years old, as the emperor, and changed the name of the year to "Tang Long", which was weighed by Empress Wei.

Less than a month after Li Chongmao ascended the throne, Li Longji, the king of Linzi, and Princess Taiping joined forces to launch the "Tanglong Coup". killed the ruling Empress Wei, Princess An Le, Shangguan Wan'er and other political women.

Li Chongmao reigned for only twenty days, and he was forced to go into the wilderness to make Li Dan the emperor, and he was personally dragged down from the throne by Princess Taiping.

At that time, Princess Taiping thought that she wanted to learn from her mother and become Wu Zetian.

In the same year, Li Chongmao was involved in his brother's rebellion, was demoted to Liangzhou, and died violently.

He was only seventeen years old when he died.

Therefore, it has been said that the palace and the brothel are the first danger in the world.

Li Chongmao is actually just a puppet, he was buried in Wugong Xiyuan after his death, and his burial in accordance with the imperial system retained the last bit of dignity.

However, time was in a hurry, and there was time to dig the curtain, so I had to find a place to bury it casually, and I did it hastily.

Later, there was a joke in this place, when Li Chongmao's tomb was mistaken for the tomb of Emperor Yang of Sui, so ......

Naturally, it was stolen cleanly.

After a thousand years, it is a blessing that this town tomb beast can be passed on to the present.

As for the origin and origin, it no longer matters.

After cleaning up the tomb beasts, Jin Feng sorted out all the things he had picked up these days and put them in the secret door safe in the bedroom.

This safe was given to him by the seventh ancestor, and the fingerprint and voiceprint passwords were reset, and he was not afraid of being stolen.

Qin Cheng Jin Feng of the Song Dynasty also wrapped it in a sponge and put it horizontally in the safe.

More and more national treasures are collected, and one or two safes are no longer enough.

It's time to make a vault out.

But it will take time, and there will be no hurry.

The money on me is only more than 80 million, and I still need to sell something to save enough for the first investment.

After a while, the Seventh Ancestor came in in a nightgown, his face was filled with great pleasure and satisfaction, and the places on his body were full of lipstick marks.

He put down the hammerhead bottle and took away the Emerald Dragon card that he had lost to Jin Feng.

"Brother Feng, you have fun and eat by yourself, brother, I won't accompany you. ”

"Those Victoria's Secret young models are simply refreshing. ”

The Seventh Ancestor probably also figured out Jin Feng's temper and knew that Jin Feng was not good at women, but he still had to seduce Jin Feng from time to time with his urine nature.

The Seventh Ancestor didn't believe it, there was no cat who didn't like to eat fish.

Last night, a few top supermodels who had just appeared on the Victoria's Secret show had already gone to the pool in the villa to play in the water.

The seventh ancestor was lying on the water mat, enjoying the most extravagant service and service of several top supermodels.

Hee-hee-ha, noisy, incomparably obscene and crazy.

Jin Feng stayed depressed in the villa, didn't eat dinner, and went out.

Through these two days of study, Jin Feng has mastered the spelling and grammar of the current Sunset and Bullfighting Chinese.

In the afternoon, there were still a lot of people in the park, holding the thick "Astronomical Dictionary" and reading it quickly, looking at ten lines at a glance, silently remembering it in their hearts.

The development of astronomy in modern times is beyond Jin Feng's imagination, and the "Dictionary of Astronomy" covers the research and classics of astronomy in several of the most famous civilizations.

This is also the knowledge that Jin Feng needs to supplement the most.

But Jin Feng wants more than that.

This century of vicissitudes of life has overtaken the sum of the entire human process, and many things have completely subverted their own cognition.

Jin Feng believed that as long as those things were still there, he would definitely be able to find them for him.

But the information that can be found on the market and on the Internet is no longer up to his requirements for Jin Feng.

What I need are top-secret archives and materials that will never be declassified by national institutions.

These are completely out of Jin Feng's reach.

At the moment, there is only one way to lay out slowly, and to wait for the opportunity slowly.

The phone rang, and Sanshui's crying and crying screams came from the other end, which was Sanshui complaining to Jin Feng.

The day before yesterday, Sanshui went to the ointment hall of Huangta Temple of Old Man Wu, and was knocked unconscious by Zhang Chen with a stick when he entered.

When he woke up, he found that Old Man Wu and Zhang Chen had undergone major surgery on themselves.

The stump was ruthlessly broken, and when it was over, it was ruthlessly repositioned.

Now Sanshui is lying on the hospital bed in the medicine hall of Huangta Temple, crying to death, and complaining loudly to Jin Feng.

Jin Feng smiled patiently and listened to Sanshui's crying, asked about the situation at home, and hung up the phone.

The reconstruction of the scrapyard is almost complete. Some fine-tuning has been made on the basis of the original.

The second-hand warehouse was independent and changed to the other end of the road, and the area was much larger than the original.

Affected by the renovation and reconstruction, the business of the scrap yard only recovered eighty percent of its usual business until the day Sanshui was knocked out.

Ten kilometres away, a new scrapyard yard was opened after approval.

This has also had an impact on the family's scrapyard business.

There's no way to do this.

Each business does its own thing, and it can't be blamed on others for doing well or badly.

However, Jin Feng is not worried about the business of the scrap station, and the procedures he asked the Yan family to do at the beginning are not only about collecting scrap.

The sun slowly sets, the wind blows, and the golden clouds like willow leaves are picturesque.

Put on the "Dictionary of Astronomy" and leave the park with your bag on your back.

There are a number of vendors selling things at the entrance of the park, such as toys for small pot friends, fried potatoes, tofu with pulp, roasted sweet potatoes, cakes and pastries......

Next to the roasted sweet potatoes is a small stall.

The stall was less than a square meter, and there were two newspapers from last month on the ground, on which were a handful of five or six items.

The stall keeper was a little girl, estimated to be about eleven or twelve years old, dressed very plainly, but her clothes were very clean.

"Little sister, little sister, buy a painting......

"Auntie, Auntie, buy a painting......"

The little girl was very well-behaved, speaking a thick local dialect of the magic capital, and muttered softly to greet every passerby.

"Uncle, uncle, buy a painting......

"Uncle ......"

The little girl called Jin Feng timidly, looked at the roasted sweet potato in Jin Feng's hand and licked her mouth subconsciously.

Jin Feng smiled, bought another roasted sweet potato and handed it to the little girl.

The little girl shook her head and said softly, "Thank you, uncle, I'm not hungry." ”

"Uncle, buy me a painting. These paintings are in good condition. ”

Jin Feng smiled: "If you buy it, you must buy it, but if you want to eat this sweet potato, I will buy it." ”

The little girl looked at Jin Feng suspiciously, and in the double temptation of roasted sweet potatoes and buying them all, she silently took the roasted sweet potatoes handed to her and took a big bite of them.

The roasted sweet potatoes just out of the pot are very hot, the little girl keeps haggling with her little mouth open, and her little hands keep fanning, full of cuteness.

"Little pot friend, how much do these paintings cost?"

"The big ones are five thousand, and the small ones are three thousand. ”

Such an expensive price came out of the little girl's mouth, and Jin Feng was slightly stunned when she heard it.

For the first time, look down at the paintings on the stall.

Four one-foot-square picture frames, and two slightly larger oil paintings, were also framed and stacked.

The two oil paintings are very ordinary, although Jin Feng doesn't know much about oil painting, but the art is the same.

Painting and music, in particular, can be communicated and communicated anywhere in the world without any words or gestures.

Judging from Jin Feng's eyesight, there is nothing unusual about these two oil paintings. Painting and conception, garbage is not good.

The framing of the frame is good, but it's only a few hundred or thousands of dollars.

To the left of the two oil paintings, there are four other small frames, all of which are sketches on A4 paper.

After a glance, Jin Feng didn't find anything special.

"Why is it so expensive?"

"It's too expensive, no one wants it. ”

Jin Feng asked the little girl softly.

The little girl stiffened her grip on the roasted sweet potatoes and said softly, "What Dad said, these are all collected by rich people's families, and they are all good things......

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