"Smelled, and then what?" After Baoyou's words were done, he looked at the camera, and his eyes were full of confusion.

He felt like he had been fooled, but he wasn't sure.

"Doesn't it smell?" Zhang Yang asked.

"Yes, it's the smell of earth."

"There are many kinds of soil flavors, and dung is also soil. Can you describe this taste in detail and look for similar flavors in your daily life? ”

"It's kind of like the smell of silt in the bottom of a pond."

"That's right, it's like green plaster." Zhang Yang nodded and analyzed.

【Green plaster mud? Isn't that just in the tomb?]

[Co-author: This person is a native master]

[We don't have such a person in Leek Valley, it should be Lao Jiumen]

"Teacher, you mean, I'm real?"

"I look at the barrage and say that this thing has a unique taste of ancient tombs."

Tumulus?

The director and hostess of the program team were shocked when they heard this word.

It's completely untouched territory.

Looking at the picture in the monitor, combined with the analysis of the barrage, everyone's eyes were straight.

Could it be that the young man on the other end of the video is the legendary tomb robber?

Master Zhang was able to talk and laugh with the tomb robbers live, and he didn't feel like an ordinary person.

"No, I didn't say anything like that." Zhang Yang shook his head and denied Baoyou's guess, "Just now I saw that under your statue, there is such a big hole in the horse's belly, I feel a little problem." ”

"If you just look at the shape, it is indeed a Hu horse warrior in the Liaojin period, and there are indeed holes under this shape."

"This was left over when I was revising the details of the terracotta figurines, but they are generally not that big."

"When you say that you smell the green paste mud, I'm sure there's something wrong with this thing."

"It should be a fake made by a small workshop somewhere in the south, a kind of high imitation buried in the soil and gilded."

"Huh? Why? Baoyou asked very cooperatively.

"The reason is very simple, this thing is generally a burial object, and if there is a strong fishy smell on it, it can only be buried in the ground in the south."

"Because the water table in the south is high, the funeral goods will taste."

"But if you think about it carefully, the geographical location of the Liaojin and Jin dynasties, the power did not extend to the south at all, and the tombs of their nobles are all in the northern land, normally, there is only the taste of ordinary loess."

Zhang Yang's explanation is very detailed, no way, after all, he is doing a show on a TV station.

If he was in the live broadcast room, he didn't let Baoyou smell the smell of soil just now, but directly let him put it in his mouth and taste it.

"Then I'll lose money." Baoyou said with annoyance.

His reaction was somewhat of an afterthought.

Being able to spend money on this thing is very rebellious in itself.

The terracotta figurines, even if they are real, are most likely things from the Song Dynasty onwards and cannot be bought and sold.

"It's okay, this is the strength of our leek ditch." Zhang Yang nodded and comforted Baoyou.

A leek for one day, a leek for life.

What is there to say about the loss of leeks when they buy things, of course, they are working hard to make money and continue to buy more fakes.

[The more leeks, the more fakes you buy, the fewer fakes on the market, and the fewer leeks you can buy fakes, so the more leeks, the fewer leeks]

[Our leek ditch has supported an industrial chain of counterfeiting and selling, how many people have been fed]

[Cold knowledge, dealers who sell fakes don't pay taxes, so leeks were cheated out of money, and they didn't contribute to the country, so it's better than the stock market]

"No, teacher, you're wrong, this isn't all my leek strength." Baoyou refuted Zhang Yang's words.

"My dad is also an old leek, I'll show you his collection."

"You take? Wait, isn't my uncle at home? ”

Zhang Yang stopped Baoyou.

If the person concerned is not there, don't take it out for identification.

There are a lot of people today, if the thing is revealed, it is still a fake, and it will be difficult for Baoyou and his father to get rid of the thing in the future.

The old man will not keep the account and count it on Zhang Yang, an expert in appreciating treasures.

"He's not here, but I'm an only child, isn't my dad's stuff mine?"

"Besides, my dad bought all the pottery from Majiayao, so he can only collect it himself, and he doesn't plan to sell it or can't sell it, please help me see what's wrong?"

"Okay, be careful, don't break things for the old man."

Zhang Yang listened to the tone of this treasure friend's speech, a little too filial, and had to make a special request.

lest there be any human tragedy.

Waiting for Baoyou to take things, the hostess who was positioned as a vase couldn't sit still, so she had to ask Zhang Yang:

"Master Zhang, do you also have any research on Majiayao painted pottery?"

"Let's do a little research, in fact, antiques are the same in my eyes." Zhang Yang said very lightly, his tone was plain.

But in Enron's opinion, he was a little too pretending.

So many experts who study Majiayao painted pottery have not pretended, an Internet celebrity from other places, what do you say "all the same"?

She said a little badly: "It's worthy of being an expert at the level of a curator." ”

"I don't know which of the Hailin Museum where you are located is stronger than our Majiayao Painted Pottery Museum?"

This is a tricky question.

The honor of Majiayao Painted Pottery Museum is too hard, it has been rated as "2014 Asia's Top Ten Private Museums", and it is also a provincial "Cultural Industry Demonstration Base".

Now it's on someone's territory again, and normal people will say that the master's family is stronger.

It is equivalent to degrading oneself in disguise.

But Enron met Zhang Yang.

This kind of problem, Zhang Yang focuses on telling the truth:

"Of course, academically it can't be compared, who can compare with a professional museum in the study of Majiayao culture?"

"Our Hailin Museum focuses on rich collections, and the benchmark is provincial museums. As a curator, I am also strong in being well-informed, and if you ask me to write a thesis and write about the study of antiques, then I can't write it. ”

"Hehe, Master Zhang, you are humble......"

"It's not that I'm not being modest. Eh, Baoyou is back, let's take a look at things first. ”

An Ran still wanted to speak, but Baoyou came back in time, and Zhang Yang of course took the opportunity to choke her back.

"Master Zhang, this is it."

Baoyou moved out a large clay pot, and the shape looks very unique.

If it weren't for the black stripes on it, it would be believed that this was something from ancient Egypt.

The spout part of the pot is a human head with very vague facial features, and after removing the spout, it looks a bit like a tumbler.

[, is there such a thing in Majiayao? ] 】

[666, I have seen it for a long time]

[It's quite mysterious, it does have the taste of ancient humans]

[There will be no national treasures, right?]

"Teacher, this is what my father asked an expert to buy, it should be true, right?"

"Bought?" Zhang Yang asked rhetorically.

Baoyou immediately realized the problem and changed his words: "In exchange for Tibet." ”

"I exchanged my own collection of treasures, and there was no money transaction involved."

"I just said I leaked my mouth."

"Yes, you're very defensive." Zhang Yang nodded in approval.

Baoyou all claim to be leek ditch, if you don't have any awareness of this, it must be a fake fan.

However, his vigilance is completely superfluous on this faience.

"Baoyou, when I saw this thing of yours, I immediately thought of a place, do you know where it is?"

"Where?" Bao Youyou asked curiously, "Is it Lintao?" ”

The Lintao mentioned by Baoyou is the county where the Majiayao site is located, which is a very important geographical indication in Yangshao culture.

Of course, what he asked rhetorically was pure dreaming.

"I'm thinking of neon." Zhang Yang replied.

"This thing of yours is called the neon version of Majiayao in our circle."

"Come, the director will help find the photos of the Majiayao human pattern double-series pot, and show it to the audience later."

Zhang Yang entered the state, directing the director of the TV station like directing Xu Jie.

But everyone felt that there was nothing wrong with this, as if Master Zhang should be like this.

Before the director cut out the picture, Zhang Yang briefly commented on Baoyou:

"Baoyou, don't you think it's strange to see the shape of this thing?"

"Its head and body are connected together, just a thin spout, what can it do?"

"In addition to the modeling, let's look at the patterns, the patterns on the bottle are almost painted, such a big bald head, the facial features are so poor, and there is no paint, so what is the meaning of pinching it out?"

"Ugly?"

Zhang Yang asked a few questions in a row, and directly helped Baoyou think about it.

Seeing the other end of the video, Baoyou nodded heavily: "I think you're right, teacher, this should be a fake." ”

But Baoyou is not sad at all.

"How about it, brothers in the live broadcast room, my dad and I didn't embarrass everyone, right?"

When Baoyou was "showing off", the director also found out the photos.

The cultural relics that Zhang Yang said are scientifically called [Neolithic Majiayao Cultural Painted Pottery Paste Plastic Human Pattern Double Series Pot].

It is a collection of pottery in the Chinese History Museum.

Basically, when it comes to the "human face" decoration in Majiayao pottery, you can't avoid this thing.

It's just that the way it presents the human face is completely different from the one of Baoyou.

It is carved on the top of the bottle, and the image of a person is carved out of the pile.

The front of the human body is not wearing anything, the head is molded on the neck, the facial features are complete, the ears and the open mouth are particularly prominent, and it looks a little scary.

The hands and feet are made of clay strips that are symmetrically attached to them, and the hands are carefully carved so that the fingers can be clearly seen; The feet are rougher.

There are protruding navels and double wets on the body, and the key parts are deliberately circled in black color.

But the most unnatural is still in the middle of the clay pot, which is also the center of the human body, and a certain organ is painted.

Those who are familiar with Majiayao painted pottery know that there is a strong tradition of fertility worship in Yangshao culture, and there are many double moon-shaped patterns on related cultural relics.

In addition, Yangshao culture is a matriarchal society with the family as the unit, so the image carved on this double-series bottle is considered by experts to be an ancient shaman with female characteristics.

Anyway, no matter what it is, among the tens of thousands of cultural relics unearthed in Yangshao culture, this one has a complete character image.

"This is the correct way to open the human-shaped painted pottery of Majiayao." Zhang Yang explained.

"Like the one in your father's collection, it's obviously a fabrication."

"I'll be honest, it's very much like the canopis jar used in Egypt for mummified offal......"

[This genuine product is so against the sky]

[That is, the TV station, it must be blocked in Master Zhang's live broadcast room, because it is naked]

[Neon people like this kind of combination of Chinese and Western, fabricated things, I watch the movie is it]

Sending away the treasure friend of leek ditch, Zhang Yang was about to connect with the next one, and the director suddenly said in the headset that the time was up.

Yes? Where is this live broadcast?

In the audience's complaints, the host helplessly explained that there is a special event of night tour in Longxi in the evening, and I hope everyone will continue to pay attention.

Although there is no Master Zhang, it will be particularly exciting.

"It's fine without me." Zhang Yang breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Although the TV station is good, it is really not as good as its own studio in terms of live broadcasting.

In addition to the appearance of the hostess, it is not comparable in all aspects.

This suspension came just right.

It wasn't until the afternoon that Zhang Yang knew that the reason for temporarily stopping the live broadcast was simply because Director Wan felt that he was too popular after watching his live broadcast.

If it continues, it will become a TV station setting up a stage to sing for Zhang Yang, which is contrary to their original intention of holding this program.

Anyway, from the director to the host to the field affairs, there was no sense of participation, so Lianmai Jianbao, who said that he was good, ended in a hurry under the instructions of the leader.

But Zhang Yang has done everything he should have done.

Director Wan still kept his promise, removed the staff who were around the ancient tomb, and at the same time found the local village chief to be responsible for recruiting migrant workers.

Now Xiao Chu's archaeological team can start work.

……

In the evening, in the guest house, Chu Ziqiang, who was in the same room, sighed while calling his second master.

"Second master, you don't know how difficult it is to communicate here."

"I also drank wine and ate food, but their city museum and county cultural relics bureau just don't want to borrow people."

According to the work mode of the archaeological team in the past, except for Mao Qiqi, who visited the tomb and publicized the treasure, the rest of the people were temporarily requisitioned by the staff of the relevant local departments.

Who made Lao Chu a hooligan to make it big.

But when Xiao Chu came here, he was deflated, and Director Wan didn't eat oil and salt, and only talked about business, not friendship.

Borrowing? Okay, then let Master Zhang come to the live broadcast for three more times.

Zhang Yang didn't have much opinion, but Chu Ziqiang was embarrassed.

Sell Zhang Yang three more times, then is he still human?

"Brother Yang, why don't you ......" Chu Ziqiang finished the phone call, and looked helplessly at Zhang Yang, who was playing with his mobile phone.

"Don't look at me, you said it, betray me again, and you will be picked up for soap in the bath." Zhang Yang said threateningly.

"I didn't say I was selling." Chu Ziqiang muttered aggrievedly.

"It's really not good, Brother Yang, you can help, find someone from Linhai, it's just money for wine."

"Okay, I'll figure it out, but I don't guarantee it......"

"Knock knock!"

Before Zhang Yang finished speaking, there was a sudden knock at the door, interrupting him.

When he went out, Xiao Chu was still quite vigilant, made a silent gesture to Zhang Yang, and then tiptoed towards the door.

Through the cat's eye, he saw a familiar face.

"Mao Seventeen, you don't sleep in the middle of the night, what are you doing here?"

Chu Ziqiang muttered as he opened the door and walked out.

"Brother Qiang, come out, I have something to tell you."

"What's the matter, you two still have to carry people on your back?" Zhang Yang asked jokingly while lying on the bed.

Mao Qiqi stuck his head in from outside the door and smiled, and said hello to Zhang Yang.

"A little personal matter, Master Zhang, you go to sleep first."

"Okay, let's talk slowly."

Zhang Yang responded casually, and then lowered his head to play with his phone.

He didn't notice at all that Xiao Chu hadn't spoken since he went out, and he was completely silent.

It wasn't until he was ready to go to bed and checked that the door was closed, that he realized that the door was hidden.

It wasn't closed.

"This Xiao Chu is really unreliable."

Zhang Yang complained and went to close the door, not knowing that someone outside the door had been waiting for him for a long time.

(End of chapter)