"No, we're too late."

"We? How many of you? Zhang Yang asked rhetorically.

The gang was exposed so quickly?

It turned out that there were really accomplices.

Behind the stone carving, an old man is pumping water from a dirt pit with a water pump.

"This is my dad." Baoyou introduced.

"It's a thief's hole."

[Okay, okay, take my father to rob the tomb]

[Digging graves for brothers, fighting father and son]

[If you steal the hole, can this water be drained?]

[This is groundwater, and the groundwater leads directly to the Xiliang River]

"It rained a few days ago, and it is estimated that there is water in this hole."

"This hole is not right!" Zhang Yang found that there was something wrong.

"Baoyou, you can ask the old man to stop."

"Why?"

"This is a large tomb, and the place where you are standing is the place where the Shinto monument is erected."

"Make a hole in the back of this turtle's buttocks, and even if you get through, you can only enter the grave."

"If you can enter the tomb, won't you be able to enter the tomb?" Baoyou followed Zhang Yang's words and said.

"First of all, the owner of the tomb must have anti-theft measures, and entering from the tomb road is suspected of giving away people's heads."

"Secondly, if this robbery hole is really dug through, then the water should leak into the tomb, how can there be stagnant water?"

Zhang Yang crossed his fingers to analyze Baoyou.

Now there are too many non-professionals, who only know how to dig their heads and use their brains at all.

"I really didn't dig it through." Baoyou said.

"Huh?" Zhang Yang asked suspiciously, "What do you mean?" Did you dig it? ”

"Thank you, teacher, we've learned."

After Baoyou said this, he directly disconnected the line.

【666666】

[People are fighting, the anchor helps to give advice, right]

[Accomplice, you are an accomplice!] 】

"Brothers, don't be too sensitive." Zhang Yang told the barrage with a smile: "The tomb just now is at least a first-class person. ”

"Pay attention, is it an official of the Ming Dynasty's Zhili Province above the first grade, or a puddle, is the tomb so easy to dig?"

"I'm not looking down on him, even if the police don't go, he has to dig for half a month to find something valuable."

When Zhang Yang said this, he was next to a reservoir a few hundred kilometers away.

An amateur archaeologist helping his accomplice move a pumping machine into a van.

"Huazi, let's dig for nothing?" The old man pointed to the turtle stone carving in the distance and said unsatisfied.

"There's no way, Master Zhang has sentenced us to death."

The man named [Huazi] pointed to the Bluetooth headset he was wearing.

He heard what Zhang Yang and the barrage said just now.

As a novice tomb robber, he focuses on a "listening to persuasion".

Since Master Zhang said that he couldn't dig up something, he wouldn't dig it.

Safety first.

"So where do we go next?" The old man asked.

"Let's find a small tomb first, this kind of big tomb is powerless." Huazi sighed with emotion.

"Let's take care of Ono's development first."

"On the way here, didn't you see a Guangxu's grave, let's come and pick it up for him at night, and then find Master Zhang for identification."

"Why does it have to be this Master Zhang?" The old man questioned slightly.

"I saw it in the post bar, and some people said that this Master Zhang really knows how to rob tombs, and he may be a tomb robber who has been officially co-opted."

"If we want to improve, we have to find such seniors to learn."

"Got it!" The old man gave Huazi a straight thumbs up.

Zhang Yang didn't know that the story of Cheng Lao Er was put on his head by a good deed.

By the time he knew, the version had already been iterated to:

"Master Zhang is the apprentice of Yao Yuzhong (the first master outside the Guan) who was sentenced to a suspended death."

But that's another story.

Now Zhang Yang is staring at the baby of the new treasure friend, and there is a trace of confusion.

What Baoyou took out was a small pair of scissors full of rust.

The blade part of the scissors is very short, only as long as a thumb.

Baoyou said that this is an ancestral thing, and his grandfather told him to pass it on.

[Is this used for cutting cows?]

[Like a veterinarian]

[Isn't this a modern thing]

Zhang Yang also thought it was a modern thing at first.

After all, it's scissors, no matter how old it is, it's amazing to the late Qing Dynasty.

But the production time shows that this humble iron scissors were produced in 1401.

The Ming Dynasty was established for three years.

"You're a little old with these scissors."

"Is that all there is to it? Is there anything else? ”

"And this."

Bao You took out another toothbrush-style thing from the drawer.

The handle of the toothbrush is wooden, and the bristles look a bit thick.

Zhang Yang asked Baoyou to pick it up and looked at it carefully.

"This is also from the Ming Dynasty."

[There were toothbrushes in the Ming Dynasty? What kind of joke is the anchor making]

[The ancients used willow branches to brush their teeth, when I haven't seen history, right]

[If this is from the Ming Dynasty, then my family also has it]

"This is boxwood, and the pig's bristles nailed on it are not the same thing as those plastic toothbrushes in your house."

Zhang Yang lightly snorted the barrage and continued to ask Baoyou:

"Is there anything else?"

"Hmm." Baoyou took out something like a thin bamboo tube as if squeezing ointment.

The surface is yellow and has a metal lid embedded in it.

It's like a fire break.

"Can the teacher help me see, is this ivory?" Baoyou pointed to the yellow "bamboo tube" and asked.

"Of course not." After Zhang Yang finished appraising, he shook his head: "This is a dog bone." ”

"You think this is a container for something, right?"

"Yes, there are a few silver needles in it."

Baoyou opened the barrel made of dog bones, shook it twice, and poured out a handful of silver needles.

Put it on the table and line it up, a total of six.

Each one is about the same length as an adult's middle finger, the handle is a little thicker, and there are small small bumps on the surface, which should be non-slip.

[You call these nails silver needles??? 】

[This thing is called the Soul Suppression Nail]

[Shouldn't silver needles be as fine as hair?]

[Hua Tuo: If I go down with a needle, you may die]

The silver needle is so thick, Zhang Yang feels real.

Most of the silver needles in ancient times were originally the thickness of embroidery needles.

He was amazed that these silver needles were much older than the bones of dogs used as containers.

The bones are from the late Qing Dynasty, but the silver needles arrived in the early years of the Yuan Dynasty.

"Baoyou, what is the origin of your ancestors?" Zhang Yang was curious.

Because now it seems that scissors and brushes, like silver needles, are medical supplies.

Scissors are used to cut carrion, and brushes are used to brush wounds.

It may even be surgical instruments.

"My ancestor is Zhang Tianshi's apprentice." Baoyou said.

Of course Zhang Yang didn't believe this, he himself was surnamed Zhang, and he knew that Zhang Tianshi was from the Eastern Han Dynasty, so it was impossible to pass on these things.

"My grandfather said that the silver needle is opened and has fairy energy, which can drive away ghosts, disperse evil spirits, and protect the body."

"These ancient silver needles should be used in conjunction with Qimen Dunjia."

"It's just a pity that in that era, Qimen Dunjia's books were burned......"

The tone of Baoyou's speech didn't seem to be making up a story.

It should have been deceived by his grandfather.

Zhang Yang did not deny him, but asked:

"Is there anything else?"

"And a knife."

What knife? Scalpel!

A rusty iron single-edged knife with a slightly sharpened tip compared to a modern scalpel.

After 600 years, I feel that I can continue to grind it.

"Baoyou, don't say anything about Zhang Tianshi, your ancestor is definitely an old Chinese medicine doctor with advanced medical skills!"

"Chinese medicine? But aren't these surgeries? Baoyou wondered: "I think it may be a veterinarian." ”

"I feel like your ancestors' coffin boards are going to be unpressable."

Zhang Yang cleared his throat and told the other party:

"Who is it that scrapes bones to cure poison, have you forgotten?"

"In ancient times, military doctors who fought wars have already started to perform surgeries."

"Traditional Chinese medicine is not as simple as boiling herbs as you think."

I went to the hospital today, the widow is sick, and I have been busy all afternoon, and I will add more to you tomorrow.

(End of chapter)