"Director Zhang, aren't you back in Linhai......

Seeing Zhang Yang reappear at the door of the office, Lin Yupan was surprised.

"Is there anything else you would like to ask?"

"It's not an instruction, it's a big deal." Zhang Yang walked to the sofa opposite Lin Yupan and sat down.

"Tell me honestly, what is the origin of this Teacher Miao?"

"He is an archaeological expert of the Hunan Provincial Archaeological Team." Lin Yupan replied.

"Nonsense, can I not know this?" Zhang Yang was a little speechless, "I searched for his personal information on the Internet, and he only joined the archaeological team when he was 30 years old, and before that, his resume was blank. ”

Zhang Yang's words have all been said about this, and Lin Yupan finally found something wrong.

Why do you care about people's experiences before the age of 30?

Unless there is something wrong with the experience.

Thinking of the prestige of Master Zhang's live broadcast room, Lin Yupan's face changed.

"You mean, Mr. Miao, he used to be upside down?"

"No, he's a member of the archaeological team. You're not mistaken, are you? ”

"The two are not in conflict, and there are no tomb robbers in Zhao'an, and if he is a senior tomb robber, it is not difficult to pack it and enter the archaeological team."

Zhang Yang is talking about more than 30 years ago.

At that time, when I went to college, I could impostor and enter a department like the archaeological team, which was really not a problem.

"It should be okay now, after all, it's been thirty years." Lin Yupan showed a look of embarrassment on his face.

First, it was Mr. Miao who helped him a lot, and if he knew how to repay him, he would at most suspect the other party in his heart, and he would definitely not be able to do anything;

And people are also experts in museums, and as soon as the museum opened, they sent the "ancestors" in?

Not good.

Second, Lin Yupan felt in his heart that the tomb robbers more than 30 years ago could be counted if they didn't have a life lawsuit.

There is no such case retrospectively.

Originally, the average tomb robbery was a fixed-term imprisonment of three to five years, but after such a long time, even if it is found, the procuratorate may not necessarily prosecute.

"How can it be okay?"

"Of course there is!" Zhang Yang Zhengse said, "I don't care about Miao Lao's legal responsibility, and I didn't say it, I must send him in before I stop." ”

"But I'm interested in the artifacts unearthed in that ancient tomb, where the tomb is, and whose tomb it is."

Teacher Miao is old, Zhang Yang is afraid to ask directly, and the old man is excited.

So you have to pull Lin Yupan.

Lin Yupan is a little biased towards Teacher Miao, which is also expected by Zhang Yang, one sings black face and the other sings white face, just right.

After listening to Zhang Yang's thoughts, Lin Yupan nodded in agreement.

The two set off directly and went to Mr. Miao's house to find him.

The excuse is, of course, "visiting", but in fact, Zhang Yang wants to know what the situation of Mr. Miao's family is.

Exactly how many artifacts are in the collection.

Don't enter his house, the bronzes of the dynasty will directly block the road, that is really unbearable.

……

Teacher Miao's home is in an old community in Sanchuan City.

Looking at the exterior of the house, it is at least 20 years old, and most of the residents are retired old people.

This kind of old building naturally does not have an elevator, and Mr. Miao's house is on the seventh floor, the highest floor.

Zhang Yang felt tired when he got up, but the white-haired teacher Miao climbed very steadily and had super good physical strength.

This old man can't be a mountain mover, right?

Zhang Yang touched his pocket, and there was a gold talisman bought by Sister Gao, and everyone in the studio had it.

You can take it out later to identify yourself.

When he entered Mr. Miao's house, Zhang Yang immediately realized that he had come to the right place.

Because on the niche at the entrance, there is a brownish-yellow clay pot full of fake flowers.

Anyone who knows about antiques should immediately think of the true identity of this jar - the soul bottle when they see its shape.

"Teacher Miao, can this bottle really be placed in the hallway?" Zhang Yang asked, looking at the ornament on the soul bottle.

The overall color of the jar is olive green, which is the preference of the upper class of the Wu State during the Three Kingdoms period;

The tube body is decorated with embossed crabs and shrimps;

In the upper part of the jar, there are pottery pavilions, temples, tripods, and even tomb beasts and turtles carrying steles.

Complete elements, top soul bottle!

Zhang Yang was almost instantly sure that this was unearthed from the tomb of the unknown nobleman of the Wu Kingdom.

"Director Zhang, you don't have to go around the bend, the experts of the State Administration of Cultural Heritage, won't they recognize what this thing is?" Teacher Miao said with a smile.

Zhang Yang's level of knowledge exposed today is very high, and of course he will pay attention to Zhang Yang's identity.

And since Director Zhang has entered the list of experts, this identity is not a secret to those who know the industry.

"Hehe, I didn't hide it." Zhang Yang also smiled, "Then Teacher Miao should also know the purpose of my coming today, right?" ”

"Yes."

"You come with me."

Teacher Miao led the way.

He was alone in the big room.

But the room is not empty, because there are antique shelves everywhere with porcelain, metalware, wood carvings, etc.

On first look, there are almost no fakes.

"These are my collections over the years." Teacher Miao introduced, and at the same time added, "It should be legal." ”

"As for the illegal, it's all in this room."

The room he was talking about had a rusty iron lock on the door, and the lock was covered with dust, and it hadn't been opened for a long time.

Mr. Miao's behavior of picking the lock also proves this.

He just smashed it with a hammer.

Because the key had already been thrown into the garbage heap at the same time he locked the door.

"I'm not afraid of two jokes when I was young, I felt that when I was young, some things were locked up and couldn't be seen, which meant that they were gone."

"Later, I really almost forgot about it, and I already defaulted in my heart that this room couldn't be opened, but I didn't expect that when I was halfway into the ground, I suddenly remembered."

Teacher Miao's words were full of emotion.

In his words, if it weren't for Zhang Yang's appearance, he would continue to treat this matter as if he didn't remember.

"Why don't you donate?" Zhang Yang asked curiously, "If you mix a little bit of other antiques, you should be able to fool the past." ”

"I can't mix it up."

"You'll know when you see something."

Teacher Miao pushed open the dusty wooden door.

The windows in the room were nailed shut, very dim, and there was a lot of dust suspended in the air.

The PM2.5 index exploded.

Lin Yupan originally wanted to go in, but was directly persuaded to retreat by the oncoming ash.

Decades-old ash, a little scary.

"Don't come in, I'll take out the important stuff."

"Okay." Lin Yupan replied obediently.

Zhang Yang covered his nose and used the flash of his mobile phone to help light it.

Standing at the door, he could only see a table of eight immortals, filled with twenty-centimeter-high terracotta figurines.

Outside, you can see that there are maids, cooks, farmers, civil officials, and so on.

Typical Han Dynasty funerary goods.

And the first thing that Teacher Miao took out was properly placed in a mahogany box.

Obviously more precious than terracotta figurines.

When opened, there was a golden turtle button mark inside.

The seal is in very good condition, and even the ornamentation on the turtle's body is clear.

Zhang Yang gently picked up the seal, turned it over and put it in the palm of his hand.

Seeing the four-character yin text engraved on it, he gasped.

"Wuhou Seal?!"

(There was a six-hour delay at the airport today, blood collapsed, a chapter owed, and the weekend was returned)

(End of chapter)