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"There's a word on it!"

Guan Xingquan is sharp-eyed.

"It is 'the prince and the prince are faint for a thousand years and long live the descendants of the princes', the wedding brocade woven by the official silk weaving workshop in the Central Plains in the Han Dynasty is specially woven for the local princes, and it is impossible for non-princes and magnates to get this kind of fabric! This should be a tomb of the king of the exquisite country, this brocade quilt is definitely a national treasure-level cultural relic, and it is estimated that it is still a unique product.

Brother Guan, open that sealed bag for me. ”

The brocade given to the princes and princes in the Han Dynasty, apart from the Taklamakan where the bird does not, is there still a place to preserve?

The man in Mawangdui is a marquis, but the man has not been corrupt for thousands of years, and it is difficult to say whether Li Cang has such a thing at the level or not, and whether there was such a thing at that time!

As for the princes and kings of the Central Plains of the Han Dynasty, either the tombs have long been stolen, or there are only a few teeth left that are the most difficult to perish, and the most difficult to preserve protein silk products have long been turned into dust over time...

Chen Bu's family treasure, Chen silk is rotten like grass: this old saying shows that the preservation of silk products is not easy.

At this time, Guan Xingquan hurriedly opened the transparent plastic sealed bag in his hand, and the two of them carefully put the brocade quilt in it and sealed it.

"It's not easy to see the light of day now, you can take a look at it first, and then put it in a sealed box. ”

Guan Xingquan looked at it for a while, and quickly put the brocade quilt into a small nest and put it in the box for preservation.

"Brother Guan, if you take away the brocade silk on the head of that dried corpse, you can see the appearance of the dried corpse. This will make Zhang Nan still in the mood to joke.

Guan Xingquan shook his head, "Forget it, this person is also a king no matter what, save some face for him." ”

Saying that, seeing Zhang Nan standing still, Guan Xingquan felt strange and said, "There are so many things inside, don't you want them?"

This time it was Zhang Nan's turn to shake his head: "The pillow that appeared under the head of the dry corpse is probably also Shu brocade, and there should be words on it." ”

As he spoke, he lowered his head and moved the head of the dried corpse slightly, "I'm sorry buddy, I'll take a look." ”

"'Long live the descendants of the thousand autumns', Brother Guan, the national first-class cultural relics may not be counted, the second-class ones are no problem, and you can get at least a few million dollars abroad, do you want it?"

This thing is not easy to preserve, so although the level of cultural relics may not be high, it is extremely precious, and it is of great value to study the history of Chinese silk weaving technology!

At the beginning, the Romans were proud of wearing silk robes, and now those related research institutions in the West will be enthusiastic about this pillow!

Zhang Nan knew that the inner core of this brocade pillow was wheat straw, but now looking at it, the brocade is woven with navy blue, crimson and white three-color silk threads, which is very exquisite, but the color is a little gray.

Anyway, it also made a dead man's head crush for 1,780 years, and it is normal for the color to be a little gray.

Guan Xingquan knew that Zhang Nan was joking, it was too late to move things from outside to his home, so how could he smuggle them out and sell them to gringos.

"The dead man slept on a pillow for 2,000 years, and you want you to take it back and use it, I don't want it!"

Hearing this, Zhang Nan straightened the head of the dried corpse again.

"Man, we're not very vicious people, we don't lack money, pillows, clothes and shoes, and the rest of the quilt are all for you. In the future, if someone comes to disturb your sleep, don't be polite when you hear that it is not a guy who speaks Chinese and Uyghur, those people are not good people, and the king-eight-egg of a robber country far away in the east is looking for trouble to find them. ”

Guan Xingquan wanted to laugh when he listened to it: This guy is talented.

There was also a wooden bow and two leather quivers on the inside of the coffin, and it was because of these two things that the two of them were sure that the owner of the tomb was a man.

He moved the dried corpse and other things in the coffin, and took out the bow and quiver.

I can't tell what kind of wood the bow is made of, but there is a very shallow relief on it, which is very exquisite, and it should be a strong bow of practical value - if it is a deep relief bow, it is a pure ceremonial ornament.

The two quivers are different from the common quivers today, they are round and have lids. When I opened the lid, there was a well-made feathered arrow in the quiver, and I pulled one out and saw that it was a steel arrowhead.

"Use your guy again, I also like to collect ancient weapons, this seventeen or eight hundred year old bow and arrow is not easy to find. Later, we will put a cucumber in your coffin, and if you take it and enjoy it, it will be regarded as an apology. Now in this sea of death, cucumbers are more expensive than life essences. ”

said it quite sensationally, Guan Xingquan almost laughed when he heard it.

After saying that, he put aside the bow and quiver, took out a cucumber from his pocket, and placed it near the right hand of the dried corpse.

It is best for Tufuzi to work without leaving anything behind, so as not to cause problems. However, it doesn't matter if you drop a little seasonal fruits and vegetables - now there are common varieties in Western Xinjiang, and they will become "dried cucumbers" in a few days in the coffin, even if someone is too idle to test the DNA of cucumbers in the future, it is also a local variety in Western Xinjiang.

Poor hair!

But it's enough to toss people: one or two thousand years of things and one or two years of "dried corpse cucumbers", those archaeologists still clearly distinguish.

Since they have all "moved mountains to open the top", why do tomb robbers leave so many precious cultural relics?

The fabrics and brocades on the robes and pants of the dry corpses have patterns, and there are some words, these are all treasures!

Why don't tomb robbers - this question must be tortured to death by archaeology!

What exactly was stolen?

This question will make their brains explode!

Willingness is very simple - Zhang Nan doesn't like to pick up dead people's clothes and pants.

If you don't want the things in the coffin, you don't want it, since the tomb thief became a collector, Zhang Nan has paid attention to this: the things that come out of the tomb are different from other objects, and if you don't put them at home, you can't put them at home, this is exquisite!

Of course, the most important thing is not to put it in the bedroom, unless you are not afraid of bad luck and nightmares at night!

What should he do if he takes this bed back to the brocade quilt of "Princely Hedu, Long Live the Descendants of a Thousand Autumns"?

The dead man was covered with a quilt for nearly 2,000 years, and it must not be placed in the villa, just in the underground ammunition depot.

It was originally the territory of the army, but it was a place where no evil could enter, especially in the murderous ammunition depot: it was already "full of glory", and with the red slogans left by the army on the walls, all the ghosts and ghosts in it would be finished!

Put things in the ammunition depot for a while, and everything is solved.

"Anan, why don't you put a cucumber to tease them?"

"Hehe, forget it, let those archaeology go-getters. If it weren't for the fear of being found out, I would want to put a knife in it and kill those guys!"

Today's Ingisha knife, even if it is not marked, the knifesmiths can even tell which workshop's product it is, and Zhang Nan will not trouble himself.

"Brother Guan, close the lid, let's take a look at the one on the side. ”

The coffin board was re-covered, and Zhang Nan did things from beginning to end: after another coffin was seen later, a layer of sand loess would be backfilled on top, even if the king's tomb was protected.

(Today's update is a bit late, and the blood bat took the children to play on Sunday, and I also have to accompany the family.) A little later today. (To be continued.) )