In the tent, Fang Ming sat alone, stunned.

It turned out that he didn't have such good conditions to live in a tent alone, so when he went to the town before, he bought one and installed it, so he lived more comfortably. He was also tired for a day, but although his body was tired, he was not sleepy at all at this time.

Fang Ming had been staring at the back of his right hand for a long time: his right hand was empty, and it was naturally impossible for Pixiu to appear, but he was still staring at it, as if a flower had grown there.

I don't know how long it took, but Fang Ming, who seemed to be wood, sighed, twisted his neck, and then stood up again and moved his body, which seemed to be a little stiff.

Pixiu has evolved, this is certain, as for whether the appearance of different colors represents different ages, it still can't be confirmed at this time, which makes Fang Ming quite depressed, that is, in a place like the desert where birds don't, such a situation will appear, if in Ningdong City, as long as you find a few antiques from different ages to do a test, it will be clear.

It is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, and now there are no antiques from different dynasties in her hands, no matter how capable Fang Ming is, there is no way.

Why don't you go back to Ningdong City?

This idea is very tempting, but it was forcibly erased before it came out, not to mention the distance, the key is that the traffic is quite inconvenient.

"It's inconvenient to go out, [a_book_read] the novel xstxt."

Shaking his head, Fang Ming looked at the table, there were two things placed there, one was soil, which was taken from the place where Ma Tian had excavated the gold box, and the other was the gold box that he had borrowed when he left Sun Ming before.

After thinking about it for a while, Fang Ming picked up the soil sample and found that it was still the same as before, first Pixiu slowly appeared, and then it changed color to green.

According to the previous reasoning, it was from the Song Dynasty.

Pixiu has already proved its magic, so he no longer thinks about whether Pixiu has a problem, "made a mistake" and so on.

The only question is whether the different colors represent different dynasties or eras, and if so, the solution is which color corresponds to which dynasty.

However, this problem is not easy to solve now, so simply forget it, and gradually fall on the gold box.

Because he was in the wilderness, the power supply was not too sufficient, so at this time, there was only a small lamp above Fang Ming's tent that was used to charge, but under the faint light, the gold box was emitting a burst

The special light that only gold has is very charming.

After a while, Fang Mingcai shook his head, thinking that even if there was any metal like platinum that could create beautiful jewelry now, gold was still the metal that people liked, and when he saw this gold box, he felt even more like this.

Gently picked it up, Fang Ming carefully looked at the gold box in his hand, the body of the box was flat and cylindrical, the diameter was about twenty centimeters, and the height was about seven or eight gonggongs, the workmanship was extremely exquisite, at a glance, he knew that it must have been made by the hands of famous goldsmiths in ancient times with hammers one after another.

The box is divided into two layers, which are connected by the way of the mother and child, which is convenient for opening and closing, and such boxes are usually used to put more precious things in ancient times, such as medicinal materials or jewelry. When he found this box, it was empty, Fang Ming naturally didn't know what precious things had been used to hold it inside, but he was still attracted by the craftsmanship of the box in front of him.

The lid is slightly convex at the bottom, but it flattens again in the middle, and the ornamentation on it is all hammered or carved with wisps.

The ornamentation on the lid is divided into two layers, the middle is a double-beaded ring with a prismatic shape, and the middle is a flying lion, that is, a winged lion, with its eyes wide open, its mouth wide open, revealing its tongue, its ears erect, its limbs strong, and the whole lion showing an incomparable domineering!

There are two forms of flowers around the ring, and the middle is connected by a twig pattern that is common in porcelain.

If you turn the box over, you will find that in the middle of the bottom of the box is a large treasure flower, surrounded by a relatively small treasure flower, which is then connected by a deformed cirrus flower branch.

The walls of the box are carved with various birds and animals.

Just imagine that in ancient times, such gold boxes were made by hand, and one cannot but admire the skill of the technology.

"Tang Dynasty, this is indeed a box of the Tang Dynasty."

Fang Ming put the box back on the tabletop, his fingers lightly clasped on the tabletop, making a "pop" sound, and there was a thoughtful expression on his face.

If his ability to identify the age of Pixiu is not wrong, then it is certain that there are indeed cultural relics of the Tang Dynasty in the soil layer of the Song Dynasty.

Grabbing his hair, Fang Ming thought to himself that it was fortunate that the cultural relics of the Tang Dynasty appeared in the soil layer of the Song Dynasty, after all, the Song Dynasty was after the Tang Dynasty, if it was the other way around, it would be even more chaotic.

However, even this is quite a headache.

If it's just playing antiques, then you don't have to worry about this situation, anyway, as long as the gold box in front of you is real, then it's done, as for the age of the soil layer, you don't have to think about it, how can people who buy and sell antiques still care where they dig it from?

Shaking his head, Fang Ming lay down on the simple bed, and after confirming that the antique was from the Tang Dynasty and the soil layer was from the Song Dynasty, he found that he had nothing else to do at all, after all, the information in his hand was really a little less at present.

Fang Ming was so tired, so the sun had already risen after waking up from this sleep.

Seeing that it was not early, Fang Ming immediately got up, hurriedly washed his face and brushed his teeth, and then ran out. He knew that Sun Ming and the others must have dug up the golden box yesterday in the place where Ma Tian dug up the gold box.

After arriving, he found that it was indeed the case, and yesterday Ma Tian found that a pergola had been erected next to the golden box, a table and chairs had been placed, and a large bucket of tea had been prepared, except for Sun Ming and Liang Bo sitting, there were still more than a dozen people who were busy, and it was Ma Tian and Sima Xiangqin who were responsible for commanding and coordinating these people.

"Elder Sun, Elder Liang, what is the situation now?"

Fang Ming walked up to Sun Ming and Liang Bo and asked in a low voice.

"Dig up the scale and see if we can dig up something else."

Sun Ming was holding a cup of tea in his hand, but it seemed that he had been holding it for a while, but he didn't have the heart to drink it.

Continue to expand the excavation This is a method that he and Liang Bo discussed last night after Fang Ming and the others left, in fact, this is also a conventional method, once cultural relics are found somewhere in archaeology, they will often increase the intensity of excavation and carry out key excavations to see if they can find more cultural relics. Because according to experience, the excavation of cultural relics is often concentrated.

"Well, it's a good idea."

Fang Ming nodded, although he was not an archaeology professional, he also understood the reason for doing so.

Liang: "It doesn't seem like there's much hope." ”

When Fang Ming came here, it was already close to noon, but the excavation had already started early in the morning, and because of the concentration of strength, it was progressing very quickly, and now a certain area had been cleared, but there was no result.

The point is that there is not even a trace of it.

This is not a good thing in archaeology.

Sun Minghe

Liang Bo is an experienced person, and their hearts immediately sank when they saw such a situation.

Fang Ming was stunned, what Liang Bo said was not very good.

"Elder Sun, Elder Liang, there is no hope of digging here further?"

"It's possible."

A man strode outside the pergola, it was Ma Tian, his forehead was covered with sweat, and it seemed that it was very hot.

Walking to the side of the tea barrel, Ma Tian filled a large bowl of herbal tea and drank it in a big gulp, and then wiped several handfuls of sweat before sitting down on the chair.

"Ma Tian, how's the situation?"

Sun Ming simply put the teacup in his hand on the table, Ma Tian was the person who presided over the on-site excavation, and he couldn't be clearer about the situation at the scene.

"Teacher Sun, it's not good, it's very bad, we cleaned up for a morning, but there is no trace of it."

Speaking of this, Ma Tian is also quite depressed, normally speaking, the excavation of cultural relics is in batches, but now it seems that there is nothing else except the gold box that he excavated last night.

"It seems that the gold box found yesterday appeared there out of thin air, or it simply came through time."

Ma Tian himself smiled bitterly, all this in front of him is not a good thing for archaeology.

Sima Xiangqin also came over at this time, and after hearing Ma Tian's words, he also smiled bitterly, and said: "Yes, Sun Lao, Liang Lao, this situation is not as good as good, I think I will dig again this afternoon, if there is no harvest, then there is no need to dig again." ”

Sun Ming's brows were tightly twisted, like a lump of iron, although Sima Xiangqin is young, he is also a master, needless to say, Ma Tian is his own caring disciple, and he has always been by his side to train, and now both of them say that there is no value in digging down, so there is really no need to dig down.

Liang Bo sighed and said, "Then let's dig for another afternoon, and then let's see how the situation is." ”

Now, there is really no other good way, but to dig and dig first, and if there is no result, then you can only stop.

Although such things are common in archaeology, they can always be frustrating, especially when there is hope.

The atmosphere in the pergola was very depressing, and everyone had no interest in talking, Fang Mingyi

Seeing that it was not okay to go on like this, he said, "Oh! I think this thing is still very common in archaeology, and if we can't find what we want this time, we can just keep looking. ”

Everyone laughed, especially Sun Ming and Liang Bo, they are both old men, this kind of thing has not been encountered a hundred times, but dozens of times, how can it not be seen by Fang Ming.

"It seems that the older you get, the heavier your heart becomes."

Sun Ming shook his head and joked about himself. In the tent, Fang Ming sat alone, stunned.

It turned out that he didn't have such good conditions to live in a tent alone, so when he went to the town before, he bought one and installed it, so he lived more comfortably. He was also tired for a day, but although his body was tired, he was not sleepy at all at this time.

Fang Ming had been staring at the back of his right hand for a long time: his right hand was empty, and it was naturally impossible for Pixiu to appear, but he was still staring at it, as if a flower had grown there.

I don't know how long it took, but Fang Ming, who seemed to be wood, sighed, twisted his neck, and then stood up again and moved his body, which seemed to be a little stiff.

Pixiu has evolved, this is certain, as for whether the appearance of different colors represents different ages, it still can't be confirmed at this time, which makes Fang Ming quite depressed, that is, in a place like the desert where birds don't, such a situation will appear, if in Ningdong City, as long as you find a few antiques from different ages to do a test, it will be clear.

It is difficult for a good woman to cook without rice, and now there are no antiques from different dynasties in her hands, no matter how capable Fang Ming is, there is no way.

Why don't you go back to Ningdong City?

This idea is very tempting, but it was forcibly erased before it came out, not to mention the distance, the key is that the traffic is quite inconvenient.

"It's inconvenient to go out."

Shaking his head, Fang Ming looked at the table, there were two things placed there, one was soil, which was taken from the place where Ma Tian had excavated the gold box, and the other was the gold box that he had borrowed when he left Sun Ming before.

After thinking about it for a while, Fang Ming picked up the soil sample and found that it was still the same as before, first Pixiu slowly appeared, and then it changed color to green.

According to the previous reasoning, it was from the Song Dynasty.

Pixiu has already proved its magic, so he no longer thinks about whether Pixiu has a problem, "made a mistake" and so on.

The only question is whether the different colors represent different dynasties or eras, and if so, the solution is which color corresponds to which dynasty.

However, this problem is not easy to solve now, so simply forget it, and gradually fall on the gold box.

Because he was in the wilderness, the power supply was not too sufficient, so at this time, Fang Ming's tent only had a small lamp above his head that was used to charge, but under the faint light, the gold box emitted a special light that only gold had, which was very charming.

After a while, Fang Mingcai shook his head, thinking that even if there was any metal like platinum that could create beautiful jewelry now, gold was still the metal that people liked, and when he saw this gold box, he felt even more like this.

Gently picked it up, Fang Ming carefully looked at the gold box in his hand, the body of the box was flat and cylindrical, the diameter was about twenty centimeters, and the height was about seven or eight gonggongs, the workmanship was extremely exquisite, at a glance, he knew that it must have been made by the hands of famous goldsmiths in ancient times with hammers one after another.

The box is divided into two layers, which are connected by the way of the mother and child, which is convenient for opening and closing, and such boxes are usually used to put more precious things in ancient times, such as medicinal materials or jewelry. When he found this box, it was empty, Fang Ming naturally didn't know what precious things had been used to hold it inside, but he was still attracted by the craftsmanship of the box in front of him.

The lid is slightly convex at the bottom, but it flattens again in the middle, and the ornamentation on it is all hammered or carved with wisps.

The ornamentation on the lid is divided into two layers, the middle is a double-beaded ring with a prismatic shape, and the middle is a flying lion, that is, a winged lion, with its eyes wide open, its mouth wide open, revealing its tongue, its ears erect, its limbs strong, and the whole lion showing an incomparable domineering!

There are two forms of flowers around the ring, and the middle is connected by a twig pattern that is common in porcelain.

If you turn the box over, you will find that in the middle of the bottom of the box is a large treasure flower, surrounded by a relatively small treasure flower, which is then connected by a deformed cirrus flower branch.

The walls of the box are carved with various birds and animals.

Just imagine that in ancient times, such gold boxes were made by hand, and one cannot but admire the skill of the technology.

"Tang Dynasty, this is indeed a box of the Tang Dynasty."

Fang Ming put the box back on the tabletop, his fingers lightly clasped on the tabletop, making a "pop" sound, and his face was ruo

Thoughtful expressions.

If his ability to identify the age of Pixiu is not wrong, then it is certain that there are indeed cultural relics of the Tang Dynasty in the soil layer of the Song Dynasty.

Grabbing his hair, Fang Ming thought to himself that it was fortunate that the cultural relics of the Tang Dynasty appeared in the soil layer of the Song Dynasty, after all, the Song Dynasty was after the Tang Dynasty, if it was the other way around, it would be even more chaotic.

However, even this is quite a headache.

If it's just playing antiques, then you don't have to worry about this situation, anyway, as long as the gold box in front of you is real, then it's done, as for the age of the soil layer, you don't have to think about it, how can people who buy and sell antiques still care where they dig it from?

Shaking his head, Fang Ming lay down on the simple bed, and after confirming that the antique was from the Tang Dynasty and the soil layer was from the Song Dynasty, he found that he had nothing else to do at all, after all, the information in his hand was really a little less at present.

Fang Ming was so tired, so the sun had already risen after waking up from this sleep.

Seeing that it was not early, Fang Ming immediately got up, hurriedly washed his face and brushed his teeth, and then ran out. He knew that Sun Ming and the others must have dug up the golden box yesterday in the place where Ma Tian dug up the gold box.

After arriving, he found that it was indeed the case, and yesterday Ma Tian found that a pergola had been erected next to the golden box, a table and chairs had been placed, and a large bucket of tea had been prepared, except for Sun Ming and Liang Bo sitting, there were still more than a dozen people who were busy, and it was Ma Tian and Sima Xiangqin who were responsible for commanding and coordinating these people.

"Elder Sun, Elder Liang, what is the situation now?"

Fang Ming walked up to Sun Ming and Liang Bo and asked in a low voice.

"Dig up the scale and see if we can dig up something else."

Sun Ming was holding a cup of tea in his hand, but it seemed that he had been holding it for a while, but he didn't have the heart to drink it.

Continue to expand the excavation This is a method that he and Liang Bo discussed last night after Fang Ming and the others left, in fact, this is also a conventional method, once cultural relics are found somewhere in archaeology, they will often increase the intensity of excavation and carry out key excavations to see if they can find more cultural relics. Because according to experience, the excavation of cultural relics is often concentrated.

"Well, it's a good idea."

Fang Ming nodded, although he was not an archaeology professional, he also understood the reason for doing so.

Liang: "Look

There's not much hope. ”

When Fang Ming came here, it was already close to noon, but the excavation had already started early in the morning, and because of the concentration of strength, it was progressing very quickly, and now a certain area had been cleared, but there was no result.

The point is that there is not even a trace of it.

This is not a good thing in archaeology.

Sun Ming and Liang Bo were both experienced people, and their hearts sank immediately when they saw such a situation.

Fang Ming was stunned, what Liang Bo said was not very good.

"Elder Sun, Elder Liang, there is no hope of digging here further?"

"It's possible."

A man strode outside the pergola, it was Ma Tian, his forehead was covered with sweat, and it seemed that it was very hot.

Walking to the side of the tea barrel, Ma Tian filled a large bowl of herbal tea and drank it in a big gulp, and then wiped several handfuls of sweat before sitting down on the chair.

"Ma Tian, how's the situation?"

Sun Ming simply put the teacup in his hand on the table, Ma Tian was the person who presided over the on-site excavation, and he couldn't be clearer about the situation at the scene.

"Teacher Sun, it's not good, it's very bad, we cleaned up for a morning, but there is no trace of it."

Speaking of this, Ma Tian is also quite depressed, normally speaking, the excavation of cultural relics is in batches, but now it seems that there is nothing else except the gold box that he excavated last night.

"It seems that the gold box found yesterday appeared there out of thin air, or it simply came through time."

Ma Tian himself smiled bitterly, all this in front of him is not a good thing for archaeology.

Sima Xiangqin also came over at this time, and after hearing Ma Tian's words, he also smiled bitterly, and said: "Yes, Sun Lao, Liang Lao, this situation is not as good as good, I think I will dig again this afternoon, if there is no harvest, then there is no need to dig again." ”

Sun Ming's brows were tightly twisted, like a lump of iron, although Sima Xiangqin is young, he is also a master, needless to say, Ma Tian is his own caring disciple, and he has always been by his side to train, and now both of them say that there is no value in digging down, so there is really no need to dig down.

Liang Bo sighed and said, "Then let's dig for another afternoon, and see how the situation goes."

Let's talk about it. ”

Now, there is really no other good way, but to dig and dig first, and if there is no result, then you can only stop.

Although such things are common in archaeology, they can always be frustrating, especially when there is hope.

The atmosphere in the pergola was very depressing, everyone had no interest in talking, Fang Ming saw that it was not okay to go on like this, and said, "Heh! I think this thing is still very common in archaeology, and if we can't find what we want this time, we can just keep looking. ”

Everyone laughed, especially Sun Ming and Liang Bo, they are both old men, this kind of thing has not been encountered a hundred times, but dozens of times, how can it not be seen by Fang Ming.

"It seems that the older you get, the heavier your heart becomes."

Sun Ming shook his head and joked about himself.