This round longevity pattern patch is not only not framed, but also a little wrinkled.

"Uncle, this thing can't be kept like this."

Zhang Yang shouted in his heart: What a waste of things!

"Have you ever seen a cross-stitch pendant? The patch had to be framed in a large, transparent glass frame like the one used for cross-stitching. ”

"Uh-oh." Lao He nodded perfunctorily.

We're tomb robbers, frame you big-headed ghost, and we'll sell it in two days.

Seeing that the other party's response was mediocre, Zhang Yang shook his head helplessly:

"You pick up the complement and I'll take a look."

Look at the fabric and craftsmanship first, it is indeed an old object of hand-embroidery.

In particular, the yellow word "Shou" in the middle, the thread may have gold wire, which is in line with the thread and process of embroidering the patch in the Qing Dynasty.

Looking at the date given, 1907 is a little later than the vase.

But as long as it does not reach modern times, it is a cultural relic of the late Qing Dynasty.

Finally, look at ...... Wait, what do you mean by that?

"Generally, it is the fabric on the shroud worn by the old man who was happy to mourn in ancient times, and there are traces of disassembly on the edge, and it should have just been removed from the shroud."

Just removed ???

Zhang Yang is a little confused, isn't the whole piece fragrant?

"Uncle, you point the camera at the back and look at the circle on the edge of this cloth."

"I look into whether the stitches on the lower back are old."

It is said that it is to see the stitches, but in fact, it is to see the traces of disassembly.

Sure enough, as described in the item information, this patch has just been removed, and there are slight signs of aging on the back, and there are even residual threads.

It is claimed to be "something bought by the auction house", but not only is it not framed, but there are traces of it just being disassembled......

Zhang Yang touched the short beard on his chin, and muttered a little in his heart.

That's weird, isn't it?

"Uncle, you are a late Qing Dynasty thing, and it is also a treasure with a price of tens of thousands."

"Thank you, teacher."

Lao He still wants to take things outside, but this time, Zhang Yang specified what he wanted him to take.

"Take another look at that cricket jar just now."

"Can you lift this wooden cover?"

"It should work."

Lao He was just about to lift the lid, but suddenly Huazi threw a small pebble on his body.

The latter gestured to him silently, don't listen to the publicity.

Zhang Yang saw that the other party was a little hesitant, and quickly pretended to be expectant and said:

"In this kind of glass jar, there may be jade carved crickets, and that thing is worth the money of the old nose."

"Shake it and listen?"

The flamboyant statement moved Lao He, and he brought the jar to his ear and shook it lightly twice.

There's really movement.

"There seems to be something in there, but it's not like a stone, it's very light."

"Little cricket, of course it's very light, open it and take a look." Zhang Yang proposed again.

This time, Huazi also agreed.

Lao He slowly opened the jar, aimed the mouth of the jar with the palm of his hand, and buckled it twice.

The leg of a cricket, which had been air-dried, slipped out of the bottle.

Then, the remains of a whole dried cricket.

[Hahahaha, there is really a baby]

[There are crickets in the cricket jar, and there is a wife in the wife's cake]

[No, isn't this thing cleaned up by the auction house?]

"Hey, hey." Zhang Yang chuckled: "Uncle, where did you dig this thing?" ”

It is impossible for a hand-me-down cricket jar to be so visibly dirty.

Only newly unearthed things can have this kind of original goods.

No wonder the owner of the tomb wanted to bring this thing into the tomb, because it had to contain his heart's flesh.

"This is auctioned, not dug up." Lao He's mouth is very hard.

But he couldn't give any information about the auction, and this explanation pales in comparison.

"So, did someone auction off your entire shroud?" Zhang Yang asked with a smile.

"Uncle, you are also lacking in virtue, and you have to take off the shroud on the dead?"

"I guess it's because except for this complement, the other parts are connected to the body of the tomb owner, and they can't be taken off."

Lao He was poked in the center, and his face immediately changed.

When he was still thinking about how to explain, Huazi rushed up, snatched the phone, and then pressed and held the power off button.

"Let's go, it's time for us to move."

……

"That's it? Hahahaha. "Zhang Yangle died.

When robbing the tomb, he even dared to pick up the dead man's shroud, but when something happened, he ran faster than anyone else.

I don't know if it's bold or cowardly.

[What a lack of virtue, even the shroud does not let go]

[They are in such a hurry, why don't they pack up and come back to identify]

[Selling rice is to pay attention to a fast]

"There is some truth in what the barrage says, some tomb robbers will sell things worth hundreds of thousands of yuan, tens of thousands of yuan."

"Because people originally wanted to make a quick buck by robbing tombs, of course, the sooner they shot, the safer they felt."

Zhang Yang analyzed the psychology of tomb robbers thoroughly.

And the truth is exactly what he said.

That night, the curator of the Hailin Museum received a message from his distant cousin.

Ask him to help sell some antiques that have just been collected from the countryside.

Even the price is marked:

multicolored porcelain vase, 18,000; cricket cans, fifteen thousand; Complements of the late Qing Dynasty, 10,000.

Lao He sent the photos to several antique stores that the museum cooperated with, and the quotations they gave were much higher than the reserve price given by his cousin.

There was a profit, and Librarian He immediately made the deposit.

At the same time, in the flamboyant fan group, a friend who has just entered college is complaining:

"Who understands the family, my parents sent me to school in other places, and when I came back, I found that the ancestral grave had been dug up."

"My ancestor is a Jinshi of Daoguang for 23 years, and the ancestral tomb is the most magnificent in the village, and he almost applied to become a cultural relics protection unit in the county before."

"When I came back, I found that the coffin boards had been pried up."

"This group of tomb robbers not only stole the burial goods, but also made a mess of my ancestors' remains......"

There are top musicians in the group, who sent a red envelope of 500 to the victim and asked him to post the photos of the scene in the group.

There is an archway in the ancestral tomb, which is either rich or expensive, and the scene has been surrounded by a yellow cordon.

A group of sharp-eyed friends found that there was a circular area in front of the clothes on the corpse, and the color was obviously different from other parts.

Everyone discussed it for a while, and immediately linked this tomb robbery case with the tomb robber who was appreciating the treasure during the day.

[@主播张大师, your treasure friend, dig up the ancestral grave of your group friends and come out to explain. 】

When Zhang Yang saw the news before going to bed, he was not sleepy in an instant.

At first, he thought it was Cheng Laoer, and they had itchy hands, and they were caught again.

Just like when I was in Bozhou.

But if you look closely, it turns out that the things identified during the day are all the funeral goods of this treasure friend's ancestor!

And looking at the photos of the crime scene, Baoyou's family usually goes to sweep the grave, not the kind of lonely grave in the wilderness.

It is clear that the ancestral grave of the descendants is dug up, which is really lacking in virtue!

"The anchor has to find a way!"

Seeing Baoyou's appeal, although Zhang Yang sympathized with him, he couldn't actually do anything.

At most, it is recommended that he provide a slice of today's live broadcast of the treasure to the local police as evidence to assist in the investigation.

It wasn't until two days later that Librarian He happily called Zhang Yang:

"Curator, I have collected a few private treasures from the late Qing Dynasty, do you want to take a look?"

"If there is a treasure in it that is worth putting in the museum, I can transfer it at the original price."

"Librarian He, you're weird!"

Zhang Yang smiled and asked the other party to send the treasured pictures.

The first time he saw something, he instantly changed his mind:

"Librarian He, Linhai City Public Security Bureau understands?"

(End of chapter)