An army-green jeep sped down the road.

In order to make the treasure pick up appear in front of the world openly, Lei Qianjun and Song Yiran decided to drive back to the capital by themselves. It's not troublesome to borrow a car, but it's a bit troublesome to return the car.

Fortunately, the identity of the Lei family is there! Lei Jun is promoted, and the people of Haishi are eager to come and live with the people of the Lei family in the capital in the future, so what is the matter of borrowing a car?

The car was borrowed very smoothly.

It takes three or four days to drive from Haishi to the capital at the earliest, and it has to be day and night, and two people change it.

After all, there is no navigation in these years, and the fair conditions are just like that, and there will definitely be such and such small problems on the road. If the weather is bad or the car is faulty, I am afraid it will take longer.

The two of them drove for ten days before they reached the edge of the capital boundary. The road is smooth, mainly these two people stop and go, encounter anything fun, delicious to stop and take a look, just like a self-driving tour, there is no hurry to hurry, so go relatively slowly.

The combination of two people with a big white dog is also quite strange, and it can attract everyone's attention wherever they go. While eating, drinking, and having fun, Song Yiran was not idle, as long as he saw something he was interested in, he always had to accept two pieces. The closer you get to the capital, the more good things you have, you must know that this was a gathering place for the children of the Eight Banners a hundred years ago, what if there is any treasure!? It would be a pity to miss it.

Now is the age of treasures everywhere, whether he is true or not, he will collect it first.

Song Yiran simply didn't leave, and discussed with Lei Qianjun, "Brother Lei, why don't we dress up and be a waste collector?" She heard that in the past, there were many good things in the villages near Sijiu City, after all, it was next to the Imperial City, and after many things flowed out, they all settled here first.

Lei Qianjun has no objection to Song Yiran's proposal, anyway, there is still time, and his daughter-in-law likes it, so he will follow suit.

Habitual daughters-in-law are used to him to this point, and there are few of them.

Song Yiran simply found a place where there was no one to collect the car and treasure into the space, and found a few torn clothes from the space, painted his face black, messed up his hair, and put on big rubber shoes, which really looked like a different look. Especially Song Yiran, who made a flower headscarf to wrap his hair, not to mention, and made a black fake mole to paste on himself. The little girl with a beautiful face and moon appearance instantly became a black and ugly village woman.

The two of them are dressed like that, and with the sacks and rod scales they carry in their hands, they are no different from the real waste collectors.

At this moment, Song Yiran was squatting on the ground, carefully looking at the few things in his hand, a copper wine jug, which looked black, some years old, but it was not properly preserved, and one place had been deflated. There is also a palm-sized bronze mirror, which seems to be used to set up feng shui arrays in the past.

The provenance or something, Song Yiran can't recognize it, but she has been collecting antiques for a few years, and she still has some eyesight, at least when the counterfeiting technique has not reached a certain level, Song Yiran dares to say that the few things she saw are all old, but the age is unknown, let alone propose.

There is also a snuff box, which is black and does not slip away. Song Yiran took a closer look and found that the stains on it could be wiped off, and the body of the pot was painted with landscapes, and it looked particularly transparent when wiped clean, as if it was made of jade.

The honest peasant elder sister said to Dao Song Yiran: "Collect the rags, these are what I want to sell, you give me five yuan, take them all!"

Song Yiran looked embarrassed, "Eldest sister, you scrap copper and rotten iron, why is it worth five yuan? This wine pot is deflated, if it is good, it may be able to sell it for a few dollars." "She deliberately learned to speak from the locals, and her accent was quite pure.

"Isn't that also copper!he~" The eldest sister said of course, "If you want it, there are still at home, I will find it out, and you will take it together?"

Song Yiran nodded, "Then you can show it to me." ”

The eldest sister was very happy, turned around and went into the barn, and after a short time brought out a worn-out earthen basket woven of wattles, which was used in the countryside for garbage and chicken manure. But at this time, there were a lot of bits and pieces in the earthen basket, all of which were black and not slippery, and they couldn't see the original appearance.

Song Yiran looked disgusted, "What is this, I can't sell it for money." That being said, she was slightly nervous, because there was something in the basket that made her feel inexplicably excited.

It was a two-eared three-legged incense burner, no more than six or seven centimeters high, with a diameter of about ten centimeters, and the incense burner was full of black clay, a very thick layer, which perfectly concealed the original appearance of this incense burner.

Song Yiran pretended to be casual and turned the incense burner over at random, and sure enough, at the bottom of the incense burner, he saw the traditional Chinese characters of the Xuande year system of the Ming Dynasty.

The famous Xuande furnace is said to be made of twelve refined copper, and everyone in later generations is eager to collect it.

The sludge is so thick that it can't be seen clearly, in fact, even if it is clear, it is useless, because Song Yiran doesn't understand it, and he can't distinguish the authenticity of this thing through the style.

However, it is the early 80s, not the era of national collection and fakes everywhere in later generations. In such a rural village, who would bother to get such a high imitation, and the copycat goods are placed in the warehouse waiting for someone to collect it!

If it is really a fake, it must be that you want to fight big with a small amount and want to sell it at a high price.

But the eldest sister said......

"Look at it, these are all for you, take it for five dollars!"

Five bucks!

You can't buy five yuan, you can't afford to lose money, you can't buy it! Five yuan is not enough for the cost of counterfeiting!

Song Yiran looked embarrassed, trying to control the corners of his mouth, "Okay!" After speaking, he 'throws' the contents of the earthen basket and the previous wine jug, bronze mirror and other items into the sack, and turned around to hand over a piece of five yuan to the eldest sister.

The eldest sister was so happy that she took it and put it in her pocket, "What, I'll save some wine bottles in the future, and you guys will come again!"

Song Yiran nodded and left the eldest sister's yard with a sack.

"Picking up a big leak?" When she threw something into the sack just now, her movements should not be too gentle, if a shrewd person was here, I am afraid that she would have seen that something was wrong.

"I don't know, maybe!" Song Yiran cautiously put his hand into the sack and received the incense burner, bronze mirror, wine jug and other objects into the space one by one.

Now there are only a few wine bottles in the sack, some waste newspapers.

"Brother Lei, let's hurry up, the next one!" Time waits for no one, the treasures are waiting, I will come to rescue you immediately.

Lei Qianjun shook his head, thinking in his heart, my daughter-in-law is a money fan.

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