According to history, more than 300 years ago, Zhang Xianzhong owned as many rare antiques, gold and silver jewelry as many as 24 rooms, worth at least tens of millions of taels of silver ingots.

If it is converted into soft sister coins, it will be at least more than 3 billion!

What a staggering number!

According to the records of the local county annals, during the Qianlong period, in order to please the saint, the local prefect also paid attention to Zhang Xianzhong's treasure, and specially organized a group of people who were proficient in water.

Of course, it is not known exactly how.

Anyway, in these long 400 years, many people have had the idea of this batch of treasures, until today.

After getting the approval, the archaeologists circled a large area and excavated it, and a lot of cultural relics were unearthed, but they could only be regarded as the first and second grades, the real national treasure level, and there was not even a single hair.

This is also the reason why Huangpu Jun and others have to pull Zheng Shaoqiu over.

"Xiao Zheng, the scenery here is still very good, you have the right to take a break this time, walk more, see more......"

"By the way, I've already said hello to my friends about the scrap I talked about yesterday......"

"I just made a call, and I'm currently loading the car, and I'm almost there tomorrow......"

After wasting a lot of spit, the third old man took Zheng Shaoqiu and walked slowly towards the mountain.

What caught my eye was the stone dragon, which had been submerged in sand and gravel before, but now it had been completely cleared.

The dragon's head is facing down, the dragon's body is winding, majestic, and there is a trickle of cheerful circulation next to it, faintly having a sense of the dragon in the sky.

The most surprising thing is that the dragon has no eyes, or rather, its eyes have not been carved out.

However, this also implies the finishing touch, and the locals also say that if the dragon has eyeballs, it will fly directly.

In addition, there is also a very strange point, throughout the ages, among the symbols of various dragons in history, the dragon's head is generally facing upward, and the stone dragon in front of him is actually facing the dragon's head downward, which is clearly a sign of defeat.

I don't know what kind of thoughts the people who carved it had at that time.

According to the identification of archaeological experts, the age of the stone dragon is the Song Dynasty.

As we all know, the Tang and Song dynasties were the heyday of the development of Buddhism in China, when all parts of the country were building Buddhist temples and digging stone cliffs, such as Dunhuang Grottoes, Longmen Grottoes, Dazu Rock Carvings, and Leshan Giant Buddha are all works of this period.

The third old man stopped and stood not far away, his hands behind his back, and he was full of interest, glancing at Zheng Shaoqiu's face from time to time, as if to see how he reacted.

Seeing this scene in front of them, those local experts and professors were all shocked.

The identities of Yan Jinsong and Huangpu Jun are all known to them, but why are they so respectful to this young man in his twenties......

There is even a little bit of fear......

This is too unbelievable.

What was even more puzzling was that the young man's face did not change in the slightest, and his whole body exuded a kind of cold air that no one could enter.

Dressed ordinarily, without any exquisiteness, he looked a little shabby, with a cigarette in his mouth, a canvas bag on his body, and a thick illustrated book in his left hand.

He just glanced faintly at the stone dragon and then withdrew his gaze.

"Xiao Zheng, ......"

"This stone dragon is amazing, what do you think?"

Poor Li Henian was once again pushed out by Huangpu Jun and Yan Jinsong as a pioneer, wanting to pry something dry out of Zheng Shaoqiu's mouth.

Zheng Shaoqiu nodded faintly when he heard this: "In the Southern Song Dynasty, the carving is okay, and it can still be preserved until now after so many years, which is good." ”

Speaking of this, he stopped talking, and no matter how Li Henian tried it, he didn't say a word.

After staying for more than 20 minutes, a light rain suddenly drifted, and the tendency intensified, and on the surface of the river like a ribbon, a thick mist rose, and as far as the eye could see, it was white.

Those who are qualified to stand here are all key personnel, all of whom are over half a hundred years old.

Because of the proximity to the river, the cold wind blew and the cold rain froze, and the body bones suddenly became a little unbearable, and they all froze their faces blue, and they kept sneezing, and their legs were swinging.

Not far from the stone dragon, there is also a stone tiger, which is described in the limerick poem.

Of course, the statue in front of me was re-carved later, and the previous one has long been annihilated in the long river of history.

Even if it was redone, the position of the stone tiger's head was mutilated, as if someone had cut it off.

Comparatively speaking, Shilong is still more interesting.

There is also a record in the local county annals.

"Shilong, fifteen miles east of this county. Its shape Xiao Long, the first meandering, the bun is exposed, the scales are grand, there is the potential to hold the rain and take the clouds, three or four zhang long, if the ghost axe is magical, and the stone tiger is opposite. ”

The stone dragon is matched with the stone tiger, the dragon is the king of the water, and the tiger is the king of the mountain.

Zheng Shaoqiu lit a cigarette and put it in his mouth, opened the teacup he carried with him, drank two sips to dispel the cold, and then walked around the dense forest around him, and then stood on a commanding height, looking at the vast river.

The surface of the river is locked in a heavy white mist, and it looks like it is in Asgard.

The three old men noticed his movements and hurriedly gathered around.

"Ahem...... Xiao Zheng, will you pick a place......"

"The view here is pretty good......

Yan Jinsong blew his nose, put his hands in his sleeves, and asked softly, "By the way, you also saw that stone tiger just now, what do you think?"

Zheng Shaoqiu turned his head, glanced at him lightly, and said in a calm tone: "What can you do if you rebuild?"

Hearing this, Yan Jinsong was slightly suffocated, and he was suddenly speechless.

Huang Pujun took two steps with a smile, and said unhurriedly: "Shi Long to Shi Hu, gold and silver are ten thousand five, who can recognize it and buy all the Jincheng Mansion ......"

"Hehe, why do I think this statement is a bit wrong......"

After a pause, he said with a sigh: "Back then, I was still a sturdy young man, and I just came back from the snowy plateau, and it was the time to be in high spirits......

"At that time, Lao Li and Lao Yan and I almost measured this place, even if it was a radius of ten kilometers, we didn't let it go. ”

"There is also the bottom of the river, at that time, I was young and vigorous, and I took off my essence without saying a word, and dived to the bottom of the river. ”

"I really didn't expect that it has been so long in a flash, and the years are unforgiving......"

Yan Jinsong was shivering from the cold, and sat in place with various stretching exercises.

A flash of remembrance flashed in Li Henian's eyes, and he sighed: "What do you say, it's true, in the blink of an eye, we have all become bad old men." ”