At this moment, Qi Feng was looking for the source of the cultural relics in the direction of the golden qi.

At first, he just started the dragon hunting technique on a whim, wanting to look at the approximate distance of the location of the cultural relics, but he suddenly felt confident that he could find the specific location along the rich golden mist, and walked far away without paying attention.

Now Qi Feng is about to walk into the deep mountains, and even the surrounding villages can no longer be seen.

"Speaking of which, when I met with Professor Xu and them just now, they didn't seem to ask much about online public opinion?"

Qi Feng felt a little strange, it seemed that all the people around him, even Lin Zhiyi, didn't take online public opinion seriously.

Obviously, there has been a lot of 'conclusive evidence' of Qi Feng's sale of cultural relics recently, and Qi Feng himself is a little suspicious of himself, but the people around him don't even mention this matter, let alone questioning Qi Feng.

This point, in fact, is not difficult to understand, the Internet public opinion is so big, mainly because the vast majority of people have not known much about Qi Feng at all, and only know that there is such a person who takes cultural relics in major museums.

However, as long as Qi Feng knew a little bit about it, he knew that he couldn't be this kind of person.

After all, no one would move almost all of a museum's collection for money.

Just as he was thinking about it, the richest golden qi in front of Qi Feng's eyes suddenly broke off.

He was stunned, then looked at the muddy ground beneath his feet.

"Right here?"

Qi Feng looked around left and right, and after confirming that it was correct, he made another difficulty.

Although he is sure that some rare ancient artifact is here, he can't dig it with a hoe alone, right?

If you don't say anything else, you may be tired to death.

"Go back first, and talk to Lao Xu and them then."

Qi Feng took a picture of the neighborhood to confirm the location, then turned around and walked back.

..........

As he was about to return to the archaeological site, Qi Feng suddenly heard a commotion nearby.

With the instinct of the melon-eating masses, he subconsciously glanced twice, noticed that there were still local security cars, and directly surrounded him curiously.

In front of a red-brick house, a man wielding a hoe confronts several police officers.

"Get out! Get out of here! I picked it up myself, what does it have to do with you? ”

The man was dressed modestly, in his early thirties, and he was very emotional at the moment.

Several police officers were also not easy to move, so they could only keep persuading the middle-aged man on the side.

Qi Feng looked at the aunt next to him who was also eating melons, and wondered, "Auntie, what's wrong?" ”

"Alas, this young man, I heard that a small bronze cup was picked up in the field, and then many people came and said to let him hand it in, and today the police officer also came, but he has been refusing to donate it, and wants to sell it for his own money."

This place is the site of the Erlitou culture, and it is not uncommon to pick up antiquities in the fields.

In the past, the villagers would at most pick up some broken pottery shards and the like, and they would honestly hand them in, but this man refused to hand them in, and even dared to confront the police officer.

Qi Feng's eyes flashed slightly, a small bronze cup?

Could it be a 斝? Or maybe it's a knight?

This is a very important antiquity of the Xia Dynasty, if it is complete or has words, it is enough to derive many treatises.

On the other hand, its monetary value will also be very high, but if it is not very bad, it can be worth at least a few million, or even tens of millions.

At this time, the man and the police officer were still confronting, their faces were red and their necks were thick, and the movement was getting louder and louder, and the nearby students were also attracted to it.

The autumn evening painting also came, and he noticed Qi Feng in the crowd at a glance.

"Teacher Xiaofeng, what's going on?"

Qiu Xihua pushed the wheelchair to Qi Feng's side and listened to him tell him what had happened.

After learning what had happened, Qiu Xihua was about to say something, when he was suddenly attracted by the quarrel between the police officer and the man.

"You officials, do you know how to bully us ordinary people? Those rich people spend money to collect cultural relics, why don't you care? ”

"Brother, this is not the same thing as collecting antiques, those are purchased by them through bidding and other means, and they belong to private items, and what you picked up in the field belongs to ownerless objects, you are not qualified to own them, according to the law it is the state."

The police officer can actually understand the man's feelings, so he has been patiently persuading.

He shook his head and sighed, and continued: "Moreover, you are a bronze artifact, even rich people are not allowed to buy or sell it, and in the case of the cup you picked up, if you buy it, I am afraid that you will be sentenced to a maximum sentence of ten years." ”

The responsibility for selling bronzes is light and heavy, generally less than five years, and the heaviest is only ten years, and the man is holding a major state-owned bronze of Erlitou culture, and the situation can be imagined.

"Fart! Fuck your shit! Even if I fall, I won't hand it in! ”

The man's eyes were so shattered that he was almost overwhelmed by resentment.

When he picked up the small bronze cup, he thought he was going to make a fortune, but he was found within two days, and then a bunch of people ran over and asked him to turn it in.

What are you kidding, this is a treasure that you were lucky enough to pick up, why should you ignore your will and force it to be handed in?

Turn in the country? Will the state give itself money to make a good living?

Seeing that he was about to lose his mind, the surrounding crowd hurriedly retreated, for fear of being accidentally injured by his hoe.

Only Qiu Xihua frowned and stopped in place.

"Contributing to the country makes you embarrassed, doesn't it?"

"What did you say?!"

The man's eyes were red, and he turned his head to glare angrily at Qiu Xihua.

Qi Feng was slightly frightened, sometimes it is not a good thing that the sense of justice is too strong in Qiu Xihua, and it is not necessarily necessary to be shoveled to death with a hoe at this time.

Just when he wanted to push away the autumn evening painting, he was grabbed by her.

The man sneered and said in a muffled voice: "Contribution? Lao Tzu has never had a few good days in his life, and now he finally has the opportunity to become rich, why should I contribute to others? ”

Qi Feng breathed a sigh of relief in his heart when he saw this, and the man could still refute it clearly in a clear tone, proving that he had not completely lost his mind.

"The martyrs of the Anti-Japanese War, how could they have lived a good life for a few days?"

Qiu Xi drew a sentence, which instantly blocked the man's mouth and made the crowd present feel a sense of resonance.

The villagers who had donated tattered pottery shards to the archaeological team before felt a sense of pride inexplicably rise in their hearts at this moment.

Qi Feng looked stunned, Qiuxi paintings are always like this, and a concise word can pierce the other party's heart.

"With your feet on the land, the state doesn't force you to do something, but at least you should do it when you are obliged."

"Obviously you picked up cultural relics that don't belong to you, but you refuse to hand them in here, compared to Mr. Fengqi, who ventured into various countries and donated national treasures and cultural relics for free, wouldn't you feel ashamed?"

Qiu Xihua was followed by another remark, which made the man's face redden, and the green tendons on his forehead bulged.