Live Jianbao: Baoyou, you are very wrong

Chapter 349 In the Snowy Region, Do You Need a Prayer Wheel?
The next day, the village head went out early as usual, leaving Ning Fan and Ban Liangjin to collect cultural relics at home.

"Master, here I come."

It was the same boy from yesterday who groped into the house at the same time.

The village head's wife went to the kitchen early on the pretext of cooking, leaving the three of them in the room, and she could evade everything.

Anyway, I haven't seen anyone and don't know what's going on, so it doesn't matter to him when I find out.

"What did the family give?"

Ning Fan asked calmly.

The bronze bell from the Tang Dynasty that was taken yesterday was indeed missing a piece when put together, and the edge part was the trace of explosive blasting.

Ning Fan knew the origin of this after seeing the thing, it was the copper bell hanging in the underground palace.

Those who can build underground palaces are not the tombs of ordinary people, at least they are also the tombs of princes.

Dynamite is used to blow up the dragon stone.

There are not many places where explosives are needed these days.

Digging mountains and quarrying rocks, building roads and bridges.

In this part of the village, bridges and roads have long been established, and the rest is to open mountains and quarry stones.

Although the detonators and explosives in the quarry must be strictly controlled, this matter is not done by one person, and it is not difficult to get this controlled material from the quarry.

If the other party is not careful enough, you can still find clues by checking the records of explosives entering and leaving the quarry.

Of course, Ning Fan wouldn't directly say these things right now, it's important to wait and see what he comes up with.

"It was turned out from the inside of the stove. It's a bit dark. I haven't wiped it."

The boy put down the burden, revealing the contents inside.

[Han Bronze Sheep Zun, four inches high and five inches long. 】

[The four-legged shape conforms to the sheep itself. The sheep statue holds its head up and staring at it, with a naive attitude, and the patina and rust color are intact. It is the top grade among realistic statues.There are traces of gold on the soles of the feet, which are left over from long-term contact with gold objects. 】

The information provided by the system is quite comprehensive.

Ning Fan also withdrew his gaze and began to look at it with his hands.

This is also the proper process in antique appraisal, and no one can tell the fault.

The young man was a little nervous, staring at Ning Fan's movements.

There is no one here, and if Ning Fan really ate this food, he has no other means to prove it.

For two or three days, the villagers have not produced anything very good.

This bronze sheep statue lampstand from the Han Dynasty is a masterpiece.

If it is really sold, there will definitely be hundreds of thousands in the account, and the things are in his hands, so nothing can happen.

"The color of the item is not right. When you took the item, was there any gold on it? Did it get scratched?"

"under."

The boy shook his head in denial.

After a few seconds, I realized that I had said the wrong thing.

What Ning Fan asked was not up and down, but if there was anything, and he was mistaken by his cleverness.

Ning Fan put the things back without asking a price.

The things have been confirmed to be from the tombs of that year, and the price is meaningless.

Contact the local cultural protection department and supervisors to deal with this matter.

On the other hand, he continued to chat with the young man, and recorded the evidence by the way.

There are places where things are hidden, and there are current witnesses and physical evidence, so it is not difficult to find out what happened.

Not long after, the inspectors and people from the Cultural Protection Bureau arrived at the scene, and they happened to enter the door with the village chief.

Ning Fan also took care of it together and handed it over to them.

"Master Ning is still your best, you can find all of this!"

The village chief's family and the teenagers were all taken to the dry well for questioning to determine rights and responsibilities.

Ning Fan waited at the side, someone came up to talk.

Mainly asking how to find the problem and judging the age of some items.

For Ning Fan, these things are very simple. After helping them to deal with them, and watching them leave, they talked again with Ban Liangjin.

"Unexpectedly, the first time I shoveled the ground failed."

Ban Liangjin covered her mouth and laughed.

She knew that Ning Fan's words were not shy, and she already regarded her as half of her own, so she turned her eyes.

"Master Ning might as well say he was very successful. After all, this land has shoveled out things that even an archaeological team didn't take away."

Ning Fan smiled, but didn't answer the words.

It's just chatting in itself, if you say it yourself, it's fun to listen to the half-liang gold promise, but if you really want to entangle it again, it will be a waste of time.

"Let's go, let's go to the next place."

After staying in this place for three days, and even taking the village chief's family in, no matter how much Ning Fan likes it, he can't stay here any longer.

Besides, there is no reason to stay in itself.

Hunting in the sky.

The plane landed on a snowy plateau.

Although there are many ways to go to Kunlun Mountain, Ning Fan still chooses to go there directly.

I am not a tourist, explorer and grave robber.

This time, the people around me only have half a tael of gold, and this is also to avoid attracting too much attention.

Anyway, I can count on one hand the number of people who know that there are Gengjin ancestral lines here.

As long as Ning Fan is not too publicized, he is not afraid of others knowing.

As for Baoyou?

"Master Ning is starting the broadcast now? It's so blue!"

"No, this is not in Xijing!"

The treasure friends realized later, after watching the live broadcast for a few minutes, they finally saw something was wrong.

The environment in the Xijing mountain area is also good, but after all, it is not as transparent as the Xueyu side.

"As expected of Master Ning, you have to come to Xueyu even to collect things!"

"This missed pick, I'm afraid it will go to the Lama Temple?"

"I took the relics and dzi beads before, come here to pay homage, and consecrate them again."

The treasure friends laughed for a while.

Ning Fan narrowed his eyes and didn't follow up.

It's not appropriate for him to say this kind of thing directly, until someone knows about it.

The viewing platform on the edge of Barkhor Street, the Potala Palace reveals a corner, which is very spectacular.

There are also people around who shoot short videos and recite the famous poems of Tsangyang Gyatso.

"During the day, I am the king in the Potala Palace, and at night, I am the most beautiful lover on Barkhor Street!"

Very Cangyang Gyatso.

Unfortunately, Ning Fan didn't catch a cold.

The same is true for half a pair of gold, she practiced the art passed down from King Wen's family, and did not believe in Buddhism or Taoism.

As for ordinary things, it seems that they would not deliberately provoke the half-two gold that was protected by King Wen's divination money.

Not to mention that Ning Fan's amulet was obtained later, which was even safer.

"Master Ning, if you don't rest so late, you can't still pick up the leaks, right?"

"We all know that this Barkhor Street is dedicated to shopping for tourists. At this time, they are all tourists. If you look at it like this, I'm afraid there will be nothing good to gain."

Friends, this is sincere.

Although they want to see Ning Fan Appreciating Treasures, but what good things can be found at the street stalls in the tourist street at night.

Looking left and right is just something that appeared in the small commodity city, and it has to cross half of the Great Xia Kingdom to serve as a local tourist souvenir.

Means nothing.

Ning Fan smiled without explaining.

In his eyes, things that treasure friends can't see are very interesting.

"Do you need a massage? Prayer wheels! Lama's magic weapon! It can ward off disasters and avoid disasters. It's a good thing!"

A man in a pulu robe came over, holding a Tibetan silver prayer wheel that was panned to the pulp in his hand.

Shaking it casually, it shone with red and blue colors.

"No."

Ban Liangjin frowned and refused.

The words came out, but were suppressed by Ning Fan's voice.

"how much is it?"

(End of this chapter)