The village is not big, and the distance to the end is nothing more than a few hundred meters. The men walked to the last house, the door open.

A man was sitting in the yard smoking, and there was a middle-aged woman next to him, whose clothes looked very expensive, but her face was full of sadness. When the man saw someone standing outside the door, he asked, "Who are you?"

Dongzi said: "I am from a nearby village, I heard that you are demolishing here, come and ask you if you have anything to sell?"

"Received?" The man looked at Dongzi and raised his eyebrows: "Come in." ”

The yard is not big, about 30 square meters, and there is only one room. This house is relatively small in the village. Looking at the entire courtyard, it was empty, except for the stools where the men and women sat on, there was only one well.

"Brother, do you have a separate well at home?" Dongzi said enthusiastically as he handed over a cigarette. After visiting so many households, except for the communal well at the head of the village, this is the first family to have a well.

"Hmm. The man muffled.

Qin Yu took a look at it, the well was not deep, five or six meters long, the soil under it had long dried up into lumps, and the tools used to draw water in the past had also been removed. He looked at the stone of the well circle again, ordinary bluestone, rough workmanship, nothing brilliant.

"The furniture and everything are in the house, so go in by yourselves. ”

"Liuzi, you can't sell it, you can't gamble anymore!" the middle-aged woman lowered her voice and spoke in a hurried tone.

"Don't care, when the house is demolished, all debts will be paid. The man named Liuzi gritted his teeth: "It's too tight over there, I have to put on a little first." ”

The woman wanted to say something, but in the end she kept her mouth shut and looked lonely. In fact, the sound of the two biting their ears was very low, and except for Qin Yu, no one else seemed to hear it.

The room is not large, and the furnishings are even more simple than the previous ones, except for a beech wood square table, only a small wooden cabinet and a shelf bed one meter five or six wide.

There is a Buddhist shrine on the wooden cabinet, and a small bronze incense burner is placed in front of it. At a cursory glance, there's nothing surprising. The Buddhist shrine is also a popular style in the nineties, with a layer of gold lacquer on the outside of the plastic, and the god of wealth is enshrined inside.

The foal picked up the censer and examined it carefully. The material of the incense burner is brass, and the inside is covered with thick incense ash, and the incense tail is crooked, and it should not have been lit for a few days. Raise it up and look at the bottom of the furnace, and the payment is "Ming Xuande Year System".

"Brother, look at this. ”

Ma Cannon walked over, looked at it for a moment, and shook his head. Ma Ju asked Qin Yu again: "What do you see?"

"It should be a Republic of China product, there is too much ash in it, it is not easy to judge from the weight, and it may be a little later. Qin Yu also observed and analyzed.

The foal nodded, and put the censer back down. He didn't expect to be able to pick up such a shocking leak as the Xuande furnace, he just thought that if it was imitated in the Qing Dynasty, he might be able to sell it for money. He devoted himself to the study of wood furniture, and his judgment of the copper furnace depended more on his younger brother's palm. Now that Qin Yu is by his side, he is even more at ease.

The middle-aged man, Liuzi, entered the house and pretended not to care and asked, "Is there anything you like?"

"Dude, you're a little bit lacking. ”

"Well, I don't usually live here, and a lot of things in the old house have been taken to the city. ”

"Can you open the door of this cabinet?" asked Toko, pointing to the small wooden cabinet.

Liuzi stepped forward to open the cabinet door, took out a jet-black box, and rolled his eyes: "And this box, I asked a friend, and it was gloomy and wooden, and it was quite valuable." He asked me on the spot if I could get out, but I didn't want to. Don't you want to demolish it, it's also troublesome to hold, you can make a price if you like. ”

When the colt heard this, he raised his head with a puzzled expression, he felt that the owner of the house was a little strange. If you want to say that this table and bed are too troublesome not to move, such a small box is afraid of trouble and not take it away? Just as he was surprised, he suddenly found that Qin Yu glanced at him behind the man, and immediately understood something.

"Those that sink in the water all year round are called gloomy wood, and there are many types, not all of which are valuable. Ma Ju replied casually, took the box to the yard and put it in the sun, and the four people, including Feng Shuya, came over.

This is a rectangular wooden box, all plain and undecorated, about twenty times fifteen in length and width, almost ten centimeters in height, and a copper buckle in the middle. The size is not large, but the weight is quite beaten.

The surface of the wood is jet black, the pulp is very thick, and the dust is gently rubbed off by hand, and the hand is slightly astringent. It should be caused by no one who has been on it for a long time, and the surface is dry, and fine cow hair lines can be vaguely seen on the surface.

"Qing Dynasty sandalwood. The foal spoke softly.

Ma Pao and Qin Yu both nodded in agreement, whether it was the texture or the weight, it showed that the material of the box was sandalwood, as for the small-leaved red sandalwood or ebony, they had to be carefully distinguished. The foal opened the box, and it was empty, but not dusty, and it looked well sealed. The jet-black wood surface is smooth to the touch, completely different from the outside touch.

"Is this okay?" the man leaned over again: "It's gloomy wood, right, if you like it, give a price." ”

The foal played Tai Chi: "Brother, we don't play much with this gloomy wood, did your friend say what kind of wood this is?"

He didn't say anything, he asked me if I would sell, and I didn't want him to leave. The man finally showed some eagerness: "Do you want it?"

"How can there be any reason for the buyer to give the price himself? So, brother, you tell us a price, and if we think it's okay, we'll talk about it?" said the colt with a smile.

"This... The man hesitated, not because he didn't want to make an offer, but because he didn't know how much to offer. The man turned his head to look at his wife's reluctant and sad face, thought about it, and gritted his teeth and quoted a price: "30,000!"

This amount is the interest he should have paid to the loan shark yesterday.

Ma Ju shook his head when he heard this: "Brother, we also sincerely want to buy it, and your price is too scary." This box doesn't work, it's all plain, and it doesn't even have to be any wood, I just like its regular shape, and I plan to go back and put things for myself. ”

"And how much do you say?" The man's eyes wandered, not knowing what he was thinking.

The foal stretched out a hand and spread his five fingers: "Five thousand." ”

"Just kidding! You're asking for food! I'm an old thing!" the man jumped like a cat with its tail stepped on.

"But you don't have a carver in this box, can the Yangchun noodles and the big meat noodles be the same price?"

Doing business is like this, asking for a price all over the place, paying back the money on the spot, and the two began a long price tug-of-war.

Ma Cannon stood quietly on the side and didn't speak, Feng Shuya watched with interest as the foal and the owner of the house talked about the cannon, while Qin Yu sat bored on the small stool on the side, his hand on the edge of the wooden box, and subconsciously flicked his fingers.

Suddenly, his hand seemed to touch something, like a shallow carving, and he picked up the wooden box with a slightly strange feeling. This is the side of the box opening, and if the average person doesn't pay attention, they won't look there, so what's the point of these engravings?

With doubts, Qin Yu flipped the box over and looked inside curiously, but at first glance, there was nothing.

Could it be that his feelings are wrong, just the natural texture of the wood? He changed a few angles to observe, and just when he was about to use the system to travel back to take a look, the inside of the box seemed to be carved into the jet-black wood under the sunlight, and the small characters that were almost imperceptible to ordinary people loomed: "Underground." ”

Qin Yu instinctively turned his head and looked at the dry well, his mind racing sharply.

Underground, what treasures are there?