"Master Zhang, I'm going to buy the goods, and now I'm out of town."

On the phone, the owner of the gold and silverware shop listened to Zhang Yang's words, and his tone seemed panicked and helpless.

He just wanted his wife to look at the store, how did he open the relics coffin and clean it?

Let you be diligent, wipe it when you see dirty, and you will punish me like this, right?

"Actually, I can't blame my sister-in-law for this, I see that she only plays Yao with pesticides, and it is normal to not understand the cultural relics of the relics coffin."

"Huh? She's farming with another man? ”

On the other end of the phone, the boss said "again", which made people think about it.

The angry pounding of the table afterwards speaks for itself.

"Brother, calm down, the current situation is that a relics coffin from the Song Dynasty contains a suspected relic of a monk after his death, and my sister-in-law washed it off."

Zhang Yang felt that the boss's focus was wrong.

The top priority now should not be to pay attention to whether his wife gave him a cyber green hat, but what to do next.

Even if the audience reports of justice are not considered, how should the Yangcheng Internet police squatting in the live broadcast room respond?

Or, donate it to the museum, we are professional, and we will carry this thunder.

"Washed off? Really? Didn't you say she was farming? ”

"It was the relics that were washed away, not that she died."

"Oh, that's fine." The boss's tone calmed down a lot: "This kind of thing, Director Zhang, don't worry, there are people above me." ”

"Buy whatever you need to buy, don't delay business."

"Does the person above you have that much energy?"

To be honest, Zhang Yang didn't believe much in his boss's words.

The relics are the most precious treasures of Buddhism, and religion-related things are not so easy to press.

Boss: "Try it first, it's really not good, you can get a divorce." ”

Zhang Yang: "......"

Your answer is also confident.

"Then this silver coffin, let's leave it with you first, and mail it to me after the relevant legal risks are lifted."

"No problem, we'll fix it soon."

The boss said it quickly, and Zhang Yang thought it would be at least ten days and half a month.

I didn't expect it to be just three days later.

When Zhang Yang received the silver relic coffin, he also attached an appraisal certificate inside.

The certificate was issued by an expert surnamed Qiu, and after his identification, this silver product from the Song Dynasty is a modern imitation.

Imitations can be bought and sold, and naturally there is no legal risk.

"Will this work?"

Zhang Yang went to consult Master Wang.

Mr. Qiu, who opened the certificate, knew both him and Master Wang, and even met offline.

If you're playing around like this, nothing will happen, right?

"It's a bit outrageous, but it should work."

Master Wang took the silver coffin in his hand and looked at it for a moment, then nodded with a sinking face.

"Report to the Cultural Relics Bureau and apply for it to be a third-class cultural relic."

"Then, let the people from the Cultural Relics Appraisal Committee have a war of words with Lao Qiu. In less than a year and a half, there is no result. ”

"And then?" Zhang Yang asked.

There will be a day when it will come to fruition.

"At that time, this silver coffin has been exhibited in our museum for more than half a year, and it is time to go offline and replace it with a new batch of cultural relics."

"As for the old collection of this museum, they have to hand it in, and they will always give us a little explanation."

Master Wang's method is simply a "time assassin".

In half a year, the source of things has been turned from a store to a museum.

Zhang Yang felt that it made sense, but he still thought of a loophole.

"What if you are stunned and have to investigate it all the way after half a year?"

"It's okay, the stunned leader will stop him."

Master Wang looked at this silver relic coffin with a complicated expression.

He gave Zhang Yang a look at the possible source of the artifact.

In the middle of the last century, a large number of ancient temples were completely destroyed in that huge event.

Such a relic coffin, Master Wang has seen several pieces, and it can be basically determined that it is a cultural relic flowing out of the Buddhist temples in the southern Jinnan area during that period.

Tracing the source? Unless someone is mad.

"Speaking of which, the shopkeeper's father participated in the rescue excavation of some ancient temples with me back then."

"Maybe it was hidden at that time, and now it is taken out by the daughter-in-law of the loser."

"Maybe it's already an ex-daughter-in-law." Zhang Yang corrected and continued to ask the matter: "Is his father also an expert in Yanjing?" ”

"No, it's a tomb robber who washes his hands in a golden basin."

"Cow!"

This is the second time that Zhang Yang has heard from Master Wang that he has cooperated with the tomb robbers after washing his hands in the golden basin.

No wonder it was said that it was the golden age of archaeology!

You don't have to find your own grave or dig it yourself, it's cool to think about.

Zhang Yang inexplicably thought of Cheng Lao Er and them.

Now these two stalwarts of the archaeological team, have they put the pottery figurines of the Han Dynasty back into the tomb?

……

"What are you putting back for?"

Mao Qiqi stood on the edge of the thief cave and asked Cheng Lao Er:

"You're stupid on a sewing machine, aren't you? Won't it be over when you throw it into the graveyard? ”

As he spoke, he wrapped the terracotta figurines in his hand with some soil, and threw them into the hole like bowling.

"Is that okay?" Cheng Lao Er touched his cheeks, and his eyes revealed shock.

"Of course, haven't you moved goods before?"

Mao Qiqi looked at Cheng Lao Er, and suddenly felt that his previous opinion seemed to be wrong.

Although this man is very accurate in looking at the tomb, he doesn't know much about anything other than selling rice.

Could it be that I've been in there for a long time and I'm rusty?

He patiently explained to Cheng Laoer:

"In the past, I didn't bend down to pick up such big road goods as terracotta figurines."

"The other teams should be similar, otherwise there are so many left in this tomb."

"I really haven't moved much, you said so, okay with that."

Cheng Lao Er accepted Mao Seventeen's approach, and he sent a message in the group of the archaeological team, signaling that he had finished his work and could now call the police.

Then he asked Xiao Chu in the group:

"Where are we going now?"

The other party replied to the message in seconds, asking them to go to northwest Hubei.

There was a treasure friend there, someone in the village dug a cellar and dug up salty sand.

"Salty sand, isn't that sea sand?" Cheng Lao Er analyzed: "Southwest Hubei, it is estimated that the quicksand tomb of Chu was dug up." ”

"Quicksand Grave?!"

Hearing this word, Mao Qiqi, who was sitting on the ground, stood up directly excitedly:

"Let's go, let's go."

"Why are you so excited?" Cheng Lao Er asked suspiciously.

Now it's not a few decades ago, you need to use the "harrier turning method" to enter this kind of ancient tomb, and Mao Qiqi has no room to show at all.

Directly fake it as a construction site and dig it with an excavator.

After all, quicksand tombs are generally tombs from the Warring States period to the early Western Han Dynasty, and they are far less large than the ancient tombs of later generations.

"Hahaha. Of course, I went to see how many tomb robbers were in that tomb! ”

Mao Qiqi couldn't help laughing.

He just wanted to see how the waves were crashing on the beach.

And he, a post-wave, is sorry, now he is a temporary worker of the official archaeological team, fearless!

(End of chapter)