The classroom of the archaeology department of Kyoto University is on the second floor of the teaching building, and when Yang Xiuwen and the others arrived, there were already more than a dozen students arriving.

Among them, there were three girls, and when they saw Yang Xiuwen, their eyes lit up, and it was rare to see such a handsome boy, and they frequently looked at them.

Song Yi touched his neat hair, and said to a few people who felt good, "Brothers, am I particularly handsome today?" Hu Yuan glanced at him and didn't speak.

Zhang Jun said directly, "Boss, what do you look like, don't you count it in your heart?" That's looking at the third child. ”

Song Yi looked at Yang Xiuwen and then said, "Second, fourth, let's stay away from the third, with him, our brilliance can't shine." The two nodded.

Yang Xiuwen looked at the three of them and wondered if he had misrecognized his brother.

At this time, a middle-aged man walked in, about 1.7 meters tall, thin, with hair that was the most popular flat head at that time, with Ling and horns.

The most distinctive thing is the figure-eight eyebrows, small eyes, and a pair of glasses, which is very joyful.

He looked around, came to the blackboard, and wrote on the blackboard with chalk - Xu Changjie.

Then he turned around and said, "Students, welcome, my name is Xu Changjie, I am your homeroom teacher and your main teacher." Now, please introduce yourself in turn. ”

A boy sitting in front of him walked up to the podium and said, "Hello everyone, my name is He Junlu Province, and I like basketball." Applause rang out.

Hello everyone, my name is Zheng Xiaokai, a native of Hei Province, and I like to swim. My name is Wang Li, a native of Shanghai Province. My name is....

When it was Zhang Jun's turn, this product was funny, and he said in Central Plains dialect, "Hello everyone, my name is Zhang Jun, Central Plains, I like small leather money, but it's rare." The classmates burst into laughter.

Yang Xiuwen also went up and introduced, "Hello everyone, my name is Yang Xiuwen, from Shaanxi Province. And then he went down.

The three girls welcomed the warmest, and he looked at the hostile eyes of the boys and shook his head secretly, "I'm shot while lying down."

Teacher Xu waited for everyone to finish the introduction and said, "Okay, everyone knows each other, He Jun, Zheng Xiaokai, Wang Li, a few of you go to get textbooks, Zhang Jun, Hu Yuan, Song Yi, Yang Xiuwen, a few of you go to get clothes, and start military training tomorrow." ”

Yang Xiuwen only remembered that there was still military training at this time, and he forgot all about it.

After receiving the textbooks and clothes, he asked Hu Yuan and them to take them back, and left the school in a hurry.

Because he forgot about military training, he also planned to finish the decoration plan with Master Lu on Saturday, and then go to the yard to take out the things in the dark grid, and the construction team could enter the field.

When I came to the courtyard, I took out a roll of waterproof paper wrapped in the dark compartment of the living room, like calligraphy and painting.

In the secret compartment of the dining room, two shallow bowls with blue and white dragon patterns wrapped in silk cloth, two bowls with floral patterns in carmine enamel and four pairs of silver chopsticks were taken out.

Open the oil paper package, inside are two volumes of calligraphy and paintings, put on the table and slowly open, the gold paper, is a poem, Li Bai's [Wanghuangshan Waterfall].

The font is written, elegant and beautiful, the pen is solid, seeing the payment, Yang Xiuwen was excited, Kangxi royal pen.

After calming down, he opened another one, four words [Chest Na Qiankun], strokes Xiuyi, graceful, Kangxi book.

He sighed with emotion, "The ancestor of the six sons, Niu, this kind of imperial calligraphy and painting can be obtained, and it is not done by ordinary people."

Carefully put away the calligraphy and paintings, porcelain bowls, ready to leave, he seems to have remembered one thing, the ancients built the courtyard on the beam, the big families will put the house beam money on the beam, the palace building, the temple will also be placed, but the specifications are higher.

Yang Xiuwen looked up and found that there was a layer of paper ceiling pasted above the living room, and when he opened the eye of the sky, the red aura in the middle of the beam was absorbed, and his mind showed that the sandalwood box was made of sandalwood.

Yang Xiuwen stood on the table, tore open the ceiling, and grabbed the beam with a slight jump.

Dust fell on the head, on the face. He didn't care, reached out and grabbed a small box with one hand, and jumped down. Simply washed his hands and face, found a towel, wiped off the thick dust on the box, and the palm-sized box revealed its original face.

The purple-black sandalwood box exudes a dark luster, and the workmanship is exquisite, with a delicate copper lock at the lid and a small copper lock on it.

He knew the internal structure of the ancient lock, found a piece of wire, folded the head into a figure 7, reached into the lock and twisted it gently, and the lock was opened.

Slowly opened the box, a sandalwood fragrance emanated, red silk cushioned the bottom, a string of red rope copper coins, and a silver ingot.

He took out the copper coin and looked at it carefully, it was the Little Five Emperors.

However, when he saw the copper coin tied on the head of the red rope, his pupils shrank, and the regular script and Manchu text [Lin] were heavy in his hand, and the color was white, and it was Song style [Kangxi Tongbao] when he turned it over.

Another treasure coin, his heart was rolling, and Yang Xiuwen threw himself to the ground for the five bodies admired by the ancestors of the six sons.

The silver ingot is very ordinary, it has been oxidized to gray-black, and the upper hand is upside down, about two or two.

After putting away all the things, Yang Xiuwen came to the courtyard, looked at the dilapidated courtyard and sighed, "Who would have thought that the wealth left by the ancestors of the Xu family to the descendants was cheaper for him. ”

I probably calculated in my heart that if I sold these treasures, I would not only get back the money to buy the yard, but also make a profit.

He took the treasure money down alone and went to Jubaoxuan, Wang Mingyi saw the calligraphy and painting and the treasure money, and his jaw fell.

When he learned that the porcelain was left for the master, he scolded Zhou Xingwen for his luck.