When Ou Yangming heard what I thought was a fake, his face immediately fell.

That was his last glimmer of hope.

If it really wants to be identified as fake, what can I do about my old father's illness?

In order to cure his father's illness, he sold everything he could sell in his family.

If this plate can't be exchanged for money, then he can only watch his father die.

Wang Ruyan continued.

"This plate is very large, but from the perspective of the painter, it is made in a private kiln, and in the past, it was rare for a private kiln to fire such a large plate."

"And the blue and white color also feels a little problematic, the color is relatively dark and dull, and there is no sense of showiness."

"In the end, the bottom of the plate is flat, and most of this flat chassis is from the early Qing Dynasty to the Ming Dynasty, and the painter feels that it is something from the late Qing Dynasty, so the characteristics of the times are not matched."

Wang Ruyan shook her head and said.

After finishing speaking, he looked at Lin Cheng with an application waiting for praise.

When she said it, she gradually gained confidence in her heart, and felt that the reasons she listed should be tenable.

Lin Cheng raised his hand and tapped lightly on his brain.

"This is for your master, follow me to study hard in the future, you are still far from health insurance."

"Huh?!"

Wang Ruyan covered her brain with both hands, and her little tongue spit out lightly.

Then he looked at Lin Cheng with some unconvinced.

"So what do you mean I said wrong?"

"If you can say that it is all wrong, there is no right place."

"It can't be that bad, right?"

Wang Ruyan wailed, very unwilling to believe that she was completely wrong.

But that's just the way it is.

Her results could be said to be wrong.

Ou Yangming's heart suddenly rekindled hope.

"Teacher Lin, is it true that this heirloom of my family is so?!"

"It's true, the folk kiln plates in the late Ming Dynasty are okay, but they can't be sold at any price in the current market."

In the antique shop, the folk kiln is synonymous with ordinary goods.

The amount of surviving is quite large, so the price is not high.

Even if this is a plate from the Ming Dynasty, it can only be sold for a few thousand yuan, and it is considered lucky to be able to sell it for tens of thousands.

"So, then, how much is it worth?"

"The market price of four or five thousand will come to an end, and it is basically impossible to increase it."

The hope that had just been born in Ou Yangming's heart was immediately extinguished.

For his father's illness, four or five thousand yuan is only a drop in the bucket.

"It's worth it, it really looks hopeless."

"If you sell this plate, I can take it, and if you have any antique objects in the future, you can also show it to me."

"I don't have any antiques...... Hey. ”

Ou Yangming's eyes suddenly lit up, as if he remembered something.

Then his expression became agitated.

"I remember, when I was young, my father seemed to put all the old things in the house in boxes and bury them in the ground."

"I'm going to go back and look for it, and if I can find it, maybe the problem will be solved."

Lin Cheng carefully observed Ou Yangming's expression.

Seeing that his expression was very natural, it didn't look like he was pretending to be excited.

So I believed Ou Yangming's words in my heart.

"Do you know where things are buried?"

"Of course I know, it's buried under my old tree, I'll go back and look for it now."

"If you don't mind, we can go with you."

"This ......"

Ou Yangming hesitated for more than ten seconds, then nodded in agreement.

The three of them went downstairs together and drove in the direction of Ou Yangming's house.

Ou Yangming's home is in a village on the outskirts of the city.

The place is relatively remote and the economy is not developed.

After driving for nearly two hours, I arrived at Ou Yangming's house.

It was an old farmhouse.

The two-story red brick house looks like it is twenty or thirty years old, and the furniture in the house is even older.

Ou Yangming took out two worn-out elm chairs.

"You two, please sit down, the house is a little simple, please don't mind."

"It's okay, you can get busy digging things first."

"Okay."

Ou Yangming took out the hoe from the backyard and walked towards the old tree in the yard.

The old tree looks very old, and the thick trunk can't be held by anyone.

I walked around the tree twice, remembering where my father had buried things.

A moment later he found a spot and dug up with his hoe.

This digging is more than half an hour.

Just when Ou Yangming wondered if he had misremembered the location, there was a dull sound of the hoe touching something.

"There it is!"

Shouting excitedly, Ou Yangming sped up the movements in his hand.

Soon a rusty tin box was dug up by him.

Struggled to take the tin out of the box.

Ou Yangming walked quickly towards Lin Cheng.

"Teacher Lin, you have to help me take a good look, these should be the good things that my father picked out."

There is still a lock hanging on the tin box.

Buried in the ground for many years, the lock has rusted to death.

Ou Yangming swung his hoe and smashed the lock, and then opened the box.

When the box opened, it was a piece of coarse cloth.

Because it is buried in the ground, the moisture is heavy, so the coarse cloth is covered with mold.

"Why is this all moldy? The contents won't break. ”

Ou Yangming was a little anxious, and he stretched out his hand to rummage through the box.

Lin Cheng stopped him.

"If there are gloves or tweezers at home, don't be anxious at this time, you have to take your time."

"Yes, all of them."

Ou Yangming rushed back to the house and quickly retrieved gloves and tweezers.

Lin Cheng put on gloves and held tweezers, and first clamped up the coarse cloth.

After being in a humid environment for a long time, although it initially looks quite good, it is completely rotten after a little force.

Little by little, the coarse cloth on the outside was cleaned off, revealing the contents of the box.

It was a vase.

The vase is pastel, and the painting is quite good.

The visual inspection should be from the hands of a famous artist.

Lin Cheng cautiously picked up the vase.

When he picked it up, he felt that the vase was not the right weight, and it was a little too heavy.

After putting the vase on the table, Lin Cheng turned on the flashlight of his mobile phone and took a picture of the vase.

There is also a cloth bag in the vase, and it seems that there are a lot of good things hidden in it.

Lin Chengtan took out the cloth bag.

The heavy weight, as well as the feeling of holding it in his hand, made him guess that it should be gold and silver and other soft items.

Take out the cloth bag and place it on the table, and carefully open it.

The golden light dazzled the eyes of the three people.

Gold, and a lot of gold.

A carved gold bowl contains many pieces of gold jewelry.

This is definitely not something that ordinary people can have, and only large families in the past would have so many gold objects.

"What was your family's identity before? I was able to hide so many gold artifacts in private. ”

"My ancestors had a champion, and although they were defeated, they were also landlords on the rich side."