Live Jianbao: Baoyou, you are very wrong

Chapter 176 Is this the end?Recovery of first-class cultural relics

Soon, everyone saw a strange room appearing on the screen.

The bottom is a serious cement and steel bar, the middle half is green bricks, the top is made of colored steel sheets, and a few waterproof cloths are laid.

It is not appropriate to say that modernism is not so pure, that retroism is not that primitive, and that it is not appropriate to say postmodernism.

In short, it doesn't look right and I can't tell what's wrong.

Seeing the barrage here, Wuyin held his breath and hesitated to speak.

"This... you guys think too much!"

"What kind of doctrine and artistic style, does he deserve it? He is poor."

"You don't know, his house has been repaired for three years."

"In the first year, I didn't know what kind of business to do. I got 10,000+ and came back. I said I wanted to build a small three-story building, so I paid for someone to lay the foundation."

"The foundation and half of the first floor were repaired, and the money was insufficient, so he asked someone to change it to brick and concrete, and only made the first floor. He also said that it would be the same if the outside was painted with cement."

"When the craftsmen finished laying the bricks, the money was not enough. In the end, others saw him as miserable, and sent a few pieces of extra color steel plates from their own house, so that they could barely live."

After Wuyin here finished speaking, the friends stared wide-eyed and couldn't believe this fact.

They thought it was some kind of avant-garde art behavior, but they didn't expect it to be because of poverty.

This is really too bad!
Everyone in the live broadcast room was still discussing, the door of Pioneer's house had been pushed, and a person came out.

That's right, it was indeed pushed down.

Everyone watched helplessly as the wooden door drew a quarter circle around the ground and hit the ground, splashing a cloud of dust.

Green coats, wicking trousers, bird's nest hair, cigarette butts, rattling wine bottles.

Several elements make up the sloppy man in the picture.

Looking at the drunken eyes of everyone, he let out a cold gasp.

"Hey, isn't this Lu Laosan, what? Did the pigpen collapse when I sold you?"

Wuyin rubbed his hands here, and pointed to the supervisors around him.

"It's not broken, Brother Niu, it's not me looking for you, it's these guys!"

Hearing this, the sloppy man took a few glances, dropped the wine bottle to the side, and muttered as he stamped out his cigarette butt.

"Bad luck! A note came early in the morning!"

"What's the matter, everyone?"

"I'm a good citizen, a responsible person who runs a small business."

"It's not going to be such a big fight, is it?"

After Niu Meng finished speaking, the inspector stepped forward and gave a close-up of the blue bricks of the house.

"Master Ning, are these?"

"Well, that's right."

Ning Fan glanced at it without any hesitation, and confirmed that these were the same blue bricks as the pigsty just now.

On the side that exposed the carving traces, there were lines drawn by swords shining brightly.

In Ning Fan's eyes, the murals of Buddha statues that had just been put together in half had even been formed automatically.

"not enough."

Ning Fan didn't wait for the inspectors to open their mouths and said two words directly.

Everyone in the live broadcast room was dumbfounded.

Did you see that it was missing before you even started taking stock?

Master Ning's eyes are too vicious, right?

Ning Fan saw the question on the barrage and opened his mouth lightly.

"The lotus platform just now is one and a half feet high, and five layers of bricks were used. Combining the height of the portraits and the previous Buddha statues in the Northern Wei Dynasty, we know that this mural wall still needs more than 300 pieces."

"Now counting everything here is only 240 yuan, where is the 60 yuan?"

After the recitation, Niu Meng was completely stunned when he heard the words.

"I... this... is all there!"

"The bricks are all here!"

"At the beginning, I put the unused ones in the house to prepare for the stove, but I never did it."

Speaking of taking the initiative to lead the supervisor into the house, he did not forget to confess the news.

"Uncle Inspector, ah no...it's a comrade!"

"I'm really not a grave robber, it's something I collected from the construction site before."

Next, I made it clear.

According to Niu Meng's words.

He pulled bricks from a construction site to be a secondary dealer, and it happened that a batch of green bricks came out of the construction site and put them directly here.

By accident, such a cart of murals in the underground palace was sent here after several rounds.

The inspector was dumbfounded when he heard the news.

They thought it was just an ordinary case, and they were coming here with only one person.

Unexpectedly, I received a call on the road, saying that this was a transaction involving a first-class national treasure.

The captain of the inspector immediately came up with a 130-minute national treasure plot, and even went back to select the strongest men and equipped them with full armor.

I didn't expect to come here and found that the so-called first-class cultural relics are a pigsty wall.

The protection and escort process is not so difficult either.

Even... It seems that Niu Meng has no problem pulling bricks by himself.

But first-class cultural relics are first-class cultural relics after all, even if the house has been built, there is only one way to deal with it.

"Tear it apart!"

In a word from the supervisor, within half an hour, all the blue bricks were placed in front.

It has to be said that the ancient bricks are good, and after being dismantled twice in this way, none of them was damaged.

In the live broadcast room, Ning Fan was still feeling emotional when he heard Ning Fan speak.

"There is glutinous rice flour in the ancient city wall bricks, which are hard enough after being fired, and when you are hungry, you can directly chisel the bricks and cook them to resist disasters."

"These blue bricks are all fired according to the standard of city wall bricks, so it's not surprising that they have this quality."

"However, we still have to deal with the demolition of the house."

After Ning Fan said so, in the live broadcast room, the person in charge of the local Cultural Relics Bureau immediately came forward and said that they would discuss this matter with the inspector and Niu Meng, and they would definitely come up with a satisfactory solution.

"Things are well protected, even if you donate on your own initiative, it won't let you suffer."

"Could it be five hundred yuan plus a pennant?"

"That must not be."

The person in charge of the cultural relics bureau laughed at the words.

"For such a precious thing, at least you can apply for a compensation of six or seven figures, which will definitely satisfy you."

Hearing this number, Wuyin and Niu swallowed fiercely and agreed again and again.

For them, this is definitely a huge sum of money.

The things were sent back to Wuyin Baoyou's home, and the assembly began on the spot.

With the help of supervisors, the bricks on the ground can be completed as quickly as a puzzle.

Everyone looked at the picture in front of them and couldn't help but have the thought of worshiping.

The Buddha statue on the screen is dignified and majestic, with a holy atmosphere in its kind expression. On the blue brick wall, the carvings on the Buddha statue are as continuous as a stroke of a painting.

If Ning Fan hadn't explained that this was carved with a sword, they would have thought it was carved by a craftsman stroke by stroke.

No wonder Master Ning said that it can be listed as a first-class national treasure and is forbidden to be exhibited.

Really good!

After Ning Fan finished reading, the person in charge of the local cultural relics bureau couldn't wait to lead people to meet the Buddha mural.

Even if they have to be transported to the Forbidden City in the end, before the experts come, they have to hurry up and make a demonstration.

In the barrage, there are even buddhist friends who have already started booking tickets and decided to visit these things in the past.

Ning Fan breathed a sigh of relief and ended the live broadcast.

He also didn't expect that even looking at the National Treasure Gang, he could accidentally distort a first-class cultural relic, so he could only say that his body might really be a little abnormal.

The Curse of Touching Gold is really mysterious.

Just as he was thinking, another person came to the live broadcast room and took out a weird wooden shelf to ask Ning Fan for advice.

"Master Ning, I wonder if you know what this thing is for?"

(End of this chapter)