Live Jianbao: Baoyou, you are very wrong

Chapter 297 Crane Bone Bronze Flute, a Musical Instrument That Connects Two Worlds
Everyone watched Ning Fan set off, and then went to see things, and they were not in a hurry to ask questions, and took advantage of the opportunity to chat in the live broadcast room.

"Professor Tang, how is your grave digging going?"

"Is the previous Western Zhou tomb settled?"

"How is the progress of the Ba Ling that came out later? No more news."

"Why did you suddenly watch Master Ning's live broadcast again today? Could it be that there is something that you can't recognize?"

……

Everyone finally saw Tang Qisheng coming out, and they kept asking questions.

Tang Qisheng smiled wryly at the news.

I was just busy for a few days and didn't show up, so I felt like I had changed from an archaeologist to a tomb robber.

But still answer seriously.

"No comment on this one."

"I can't say, I'm sorry."

"Very good, thank you for your concern."

Anyway, no matter how you ask, in Tang Qisheng's place, neither water nor oil can get in.

Asking again is a state secret.

Seeing this, everyone didn't ask any further questions. After all, they were just curious and didn't want to inquire about these confidential questions.

Ning Fan looked at the people joking, smiled, did not speak, shook his head and walked forward.

I was a little funny.

Returning state secrets, this old professor is really interesting. In his circle of friends, Huang Haoying and Jackdaw are about to finish posting things.

Even when it was dug up, it was almost memorized.

That is to deceive friends who don't understand.

But it's good, at least someone is chatting with Baoyou, so I can concentrate on looking at things.

This Xijing...

"Come on, let's play with things!"

"Boss, look at these are good things, do you like them?"

"Woo~li~ oh~~ oh~~~"

"Come on, there are all ancient coins from all dynasties, let's see if you don't suffer or be fooled."

The idea just came up, and before I had time to think about it, a voice suddenly appeared in my ears.

Ning Fan stopped and looked around carefully.

He was sure that the voice that was mixed with the cries just now was definitely the voice of a cultural relic!

And [-]% of them are what he thinks!
In the live broadcast room, everyone saw the screen turning and realized that something happened, and asked what happened.

Ning Fan ignored it, closed his eyes, and listened carefully to the movement next to him.

The voice was close but very soft, the breath was not long enough, and it was a little jerky.

Not familiar.

Audio test?

Ning Fan glanced at several booths around him, but he didn't see anyone playing.

wrong.

Ning Fan closed his eyes again.

"Woo~mile~"

"Oh~oh~"

A short and rapid sound sounded, it was in a fixed place, but it didn't look like someone was playing it.

wind?
Ning Fan opened his eyes, and his gaze was fixed on a booth in the corner.

There, someone happened to be shaking a ivory-yellow thing casually, and the port shone with bronze light.

Ning Fan touched it without any hesitation.

Walking nearby, he pretended to play with his mobile phone and waited on the side.

Everyone in the live broadcast room guessed that there was something in this booth by looking at it.

They were just curious about what could make Master Ning so excited.

You must know that even the Zhou Tianzi Sacrificial Riding Cauldron discovered by Zhou Wangling before, to Ning Fan, it was just a little excited.

But now this thing is so serious.

Isn't this more precious than Zhou Tianzi offering sacrifices to the sun tripod?
"almost."

From the corner of his eye, Ning Fan watched someone picking things at the booth, and by the way blocked others from talking with his treasure friends.

"A good thing, Xia Guo's top musical instrument."

When these words came out, the live broadcast room exploded.

Xia Guo's top musical instrument?

Those who can bear this title are all peerless national treasures.

The national treasure-level musical instruments that appeared in the history of Xia Kingdom are only a few things so far.

Chime bells from Marquis Yi of Zeng, guqin from Tang Dynasty, harp from Song Dynasty...

Each of these reached the pinnacle of instrumentality, craftsmanship and value, and some are still playable today.

And these things all have one thing in common.

Not small in size!

Even the smallest one is half the size of a human body.

Now that Ning Fan said that there are national treasure musical instruments and cultural relics here, their eyes don't know where to look.

No matter how you look at the scene, these things the size of the largest book are not considered musical instruments.

If it is to be counted by force, there are a few things that look like cymbals on the ground, but things like bronze cymbals should be fabricated.

The treasure friends looked hard, but couldn't see anything.

Ning Fan didn't speak, just looked at his mobile phone, and watched the people in front of the booth leave from the corner of his eye. The stall owner sat back in frustration before touching him.

"Boss, how do you get rid of this thing?"

"Look first, ask each one what you like, things are different, prices are different, don't you understand the rules?"

Just left a man who looked obviously wealthy, the boss was in a bad mood, and he didn't have much patience when he saw a young man like Ning Fan who couldn't see a deep dive.

Wave.

"Forget it, I don't blame you for being young."

"There's no such question in this business. It doesn't matter the price if something is good."

"Look for yourself, I'll give you the price if you like it."

"Row."

Ning Fan agreed with a smile, lowered his head and pretended to try hard to identify, and even took out the phone, lit it up and searched.

The stall owner looked at it, shook his head and didn't hold out any hope.

Such people generally see more and buy less.

But now that there are few customers in the stall, he doesn't chase people away, so he just lets Ning Fan watch over there.

Within a few minutes, Ning Fan picked out a pen holder and handed it over.

"Boss, I want this bamboo pen holder, how much is it?"

Hearing this, the stall owner raised his eyes and glanced, neither salty nor bland.

"Xiangfei Bamboo, 50 years ago, the engraving and padding on it are all old, two thousand, have you brought enough money?"

"some."

Ning Fan paid decisively.

The stall owner was a little excited after receiving the payment.

He didn't lie about the origin and material of this bamboo pen holder, but the price was sloppy.

It was originally worth six or seven hundred, but I asked for two thousand. I thought it would be fine for one thousand, but I didn't expect that Ning Fan would not counter the price.

Those who don't understand dare to buy things, and they are so straightforward.

Not slaughtering is not human.

The stall owner was enthusiastic and looked over with a smile.

"Little brother, you bought this thing, why don't you bring something else?"

"Or if you have any budget, big brother will help you choose one. If it doesn't make you money, it will be regarded as making friends."

Ning Fan didn't say anything, and continued to pretend to be Xiaobai.

"The newcomer is very lucky, so he brought 3000 yuan to see if there is anything else he can buy."

"It's best to put it in a pen holder."

The stall owner was thinking, looking around the stall with his eyes, and slapped his thigh and cried out.

"Yes... yes, yes!"

"What do you think of this?"

While talking, he picked up the off-white flute that the man was holding just now and handed it to Ning Fan.

"This thing is just right!"

"Flute! The ancient people were arty and liked to play the flute. I don't have the Four Treasures of the Study at my booth. If there is an extra flute, I will sell it to you cheaply."

"This thing, bone, good thing!"

"If it's someone else, I won't bring three or five thousand for sale, and I'll give you one thousand, little brother!"

"it is good."

Ning Fan took the things calmly, paid and left.

Not a word of nonsense was said throughout the whole process.

Until they left, Bao friends were still discussing non-stop.

They also saw that this flute was what Ning Fan wanted, but it didn't look like a national treasure.

"Did I make a mistake?"

"No."

Ning Fan saw the barrage and shook his head.

"The Crane Bone Bronze Flute, the rumored musical instrument that can communicate with the two worlds, is definitely not bad!"

(End of this chapter)