The underground tombs of King Min Mausoleum in Jianzhou are stacked on top of each other, but except for the ancestral tomb of the Zhang family, the rest can only be regarded as ordinary and there is no danger.

He Zi'an took Friday and returned to the ground smoothly.

More than thirty hours had passed since they went to their graves.

The sky was blue, and early birds were chirping in the woods.

It is about ten kilometers from the foot of the mountain where the archaeological team camp, and there is a village not far away.

He Zi'an and the two walked towards the village.

"Shopkeeper, will they push the stolen grave digging on Xiao Bao." Friday curious.

"Probably, there is one thing I can confirm......" He Zi'an looked back at the mountain road, "Regarding the Jinhai organization operation and the underground Zhang family's old tomb, the outside world will definitely not know." ”

"Why?" Friday was not very understanding.

Returning to the ground, He Zi'an told the experience of going down to the grave in detail, and said that the scope involved was less than one-tenth of the tomb, Rao is so, murals, carvings, etc. spanned the Wei and Jin dynasties, Sui and Tang dynasties until the end of the Ming Dynasty.

Whether it is the archaeological team or the Jinhai organization, it is obvious that they will not let it go, so the news will inevitably leak.

"I forgot to tell you, Lao Zhang, Lao Jin and Xu Shan are all injured inside, the former is directly poisoned without my words, and the last two young legs are missing arms, and it is because of me that they can go down to the core." He Zi'an explained as he walked.

Catching up with him on Friday, he smiled and said, "Your self-confidence is worth learning from your subordinates." ”

"I'm telling the truth." He Zi'an snorted coldly.

"I trust you."

“……”

The two talked briskly.

……

There are more than 100 families in the village, and all the young and middle-aged people here have gone out to work, and only the old and weak are left.

He Zi'an found an old man with a kind face and gave 100 yuan to borrow water to wash.

After washing, the old man entertained them to drink local mountain tea.

He Zi'an saw that the time was still early, so he was not in a hurry, so he opened the bag in the courtyard of the old man's house.

The bamboo slips were badly damaged, and the font on them was blurry, so he had to go back to the city to use potions to slowly repair them, so he put more attention on the copper and iron objects.

"How does it feel like waste." Friday frowned when he saw that the objects were all fragments.

"I forgot to tell you, I sold the fragments of the nine-color lamp to Xu Shan for 250,000." He Zi'an picked up a piece of copper and said.

Friday was speechless and said, "You swore before that everything was too small, and the result was ......"

"There are so many things that omissions are inevitable." He Zi'an replied casually, staring at the copper sheet in his hand, his face enriched.

"What's wrong?"

"Haha... Good luck, us. He Zi'an couldn't stop laughing.

The copper sheet is of the same type as the one sold to Xu Shan, and it can be said that 80% or 90% of it is a fragment of a nine-color lamp.

"Now our antique shop can be renovated." Friday followed the excitement.

Well.

He Zi'an nodded, put aside the copper piece in his hand, and checked the others.

After half an hour, about five pieces were picked out, not only the type was the same as the previous one, but there were also castings on it, although it was very scattered, but the information could also be seen.

"Who is the owner of that sarcophagus? I'm curious. Friday looked at the bamboo slip in the bag and said.

"When Yuzhou comes back, you will be responsible for repairing the bamboo slips." He Zi'an put the items together and put them in the bag.

"Why don't we come over later and open the store first?" Said Friday.

"Don't forget your ancestors when you have good things." He Zi'an tied the mouth of the bag, rolled his eyelids and continued, "Wait a minute, I'll give you 5,000 yuan, you go to Yuzhou first, I'll go back to Minhai to arrange for Fat Da and Ren Shao to preside over the store decoration, and a few days later." ”

"Is it safe?" On Friday, I was worried that the Gimhae organization would send people to make trouble.

"The theft of King Min's tomb is a major project that the province takes care of, so within three months, I don't have to worry about the people in Jinhai at all." He Zi'an said.

Thinking about it on Friday, I won't say more.

Afterwards, the two said goodbye to the old man and left the village, walked about ten kilometers back to the town, took a private shuttle back to the county seat, and then reversed another shuttle bus to arrive in Jianzhou city in the afternoon.

On Friday, with 5,000 yuan in cash, he left alone on a train out of the province to Yuzhou.

He Zi'an took a bus and arrived in Luofeng County at 8 p.m.

His wife Li Hui is still on vacation in the city, so he did not go back to the rental house, and the store temporarily leased in the second-hand market of the capital.

In the four days he left, Fat Da and Ren Shao studied hard to identify and repair antiques, and did not go out to cause trouble.

As he came to the foyer from the back door of the shop, Fat Da sat at a round table studying a piece of porcelain.

Zhao Liang slept in a small bed in the side hall.

"I didn't hear any footsteps when I researched anything." He asked, placing the bag on the table.

The two were taken aback.

Ren Shao, who was even more timid, blackened his face, raised his hand and said, "Believe it or not, I'll whip you." ”

"Boss, is it done over there?" Fat Da asked.

He Zi'an sat down, picked up the teapot and took a sip of a glass of water, and then briefly told the story of this trip.

He omitted those appalling struggles and focused mainly on the harvest.

Ren Shao listened to half of the words, impatiently reached out and pulled the backpack, and took out a gold waist chain weighing one pound and three taels, and after confirming that it was real gold, his eyes were about to fall.

"Boss, will the archaeological team ...... afterwards?" Fat Da was worried.

"No, it won't." He Zi'an waved his hand and said, "I plan to melt the gold chain and make a set of gold jewelry for my wife with my own hands." Then there are four of us in the store, and each of us will have a dragon head and phoenix pattern ring weighing one or two as our future mark. ”

"What does the dragon's head and phoenix pattern look like?" Ren Shao interjected.

Fat nodded and said, "I can't imagine it." ”

"Then you will know that the ring represents our hall name." He Zi'an squinted his eyes and said.

Fat Da knew that He Zi'an, in order not to pay the membership fee, he did not go to the association to register, but the hall number still had to be taken, so he hurriedly asked for the name of the hall number.

"The moment the store is decorated and the red cloth is unveiled when it opens, you will know." He Zi'an said.

Ren Shao scolded: "It's just the name of the store, is it necessary to hide it from your own people to the end?" ”

"Yes, we will arrange the budget for purchasing materials later, and we must have a name for reconciliation in the future." Fat Da said with a look of hope.

He Zi'an didn't speak, threw everything on the table for the two of them to study, and after washing, he ran to the side hall and hugged Zhao Liang to sleep.

He went to Jianzhou for four days, basically did not sleep, this sleep was very dead, and it was noon the next day when he woke up, and he was holding a pillow in his hand when he opened his eyes.

On the side of the small bed, Huang An'an, the business manager of Quanxiu Pavilion, squatted, staring at him with phoenix eyes, not waiting for him to be fully conscious, and said in a hurried tone: "Arrange a photo of the Buddha statue for me." ”

"How many points?" He rolled over to the ceiling with his pillow in his hands.

"No." Huang Anan did not hide it and said bluntly, "Filming the Wuguang Buddha can bring fame to Quanxiu Hall, and fame means the flow of people, and then ......"

"Yes, but the seller's information must be hidden, I don't want to be troubled by a bunch of people." He Zi'an didn't want to listen to nonsense.

"Okay, thanks." Huang An'an got up.

"Wait." He Zi'an sat up from the bed and said, "Do you know anyone who is good at carpentry, help introduce me." ”