Live Jianbao: Baoyou, you are very wrong

Chapter 431 Xiangmu Chen's Legacy, Century-old Chen Jiangmu
"It's a treasure, but it's not."

Chen Fei looked a little lonely.

"Things are left by the ancestors. If there is no problem with the things, then they are indeed good things, but they can't be found now."

"Our family has been making incense for generations, and these things are the prepared ingredients."

The treasure friends were surprised for a while.

I have heard that the predecessors planted trees and the descendants enjoyed the shade, but I have never heard of this kind of incense making.

When Chen Fei saw the bullet screen, she was puzzled and explained naturally.

"It's not like what you said."

"I can't tell, anyway, you'll know when you see it."

After Chen Fei said that, the friends didn't ask any more questions, and waited for Ning Fan's answer.

"Okay, just give me the money, anyway, there is still time here."

Ning Fan smiled and agreed.

In the live broadcast room, Yuan Lu was dumbfounded.

I came here to see the cultural relics for introduction, but now it is completely a decoration.

Is this somewhat inappropriate?

"Expert Ning? Old man..."

Yuan Lu opened his mouth and coughed twice to indicate that he was still in the live broadcast room.

"Oh, yes, and Academician Yuan!"

Ning Fan suddenly realized.

No wonder he felt as if someone was missing.

"Academician Yuan, do you think there is anything else to say about this thing?"

Yuan Lu was stunned when he heard this question, this is not what he wanted to talk about!It's a treasure waiting to be seen.

But it was a bit inappropriate for him to say it.

Fortunately, Chen Fei is very sensible, so she quickly invited Yuan Lu and others to help comment and join in the search process.

Only then did Yuan Lu nod in satisfaction, showing a warm smile.

The treasure friends tried hard to hold back their laughter.

They all saw that this was Yuan Lu trying hard to check the situation, but Ning Fan ignored it.

Everyone wanted to laugh and felt bitter.

The dignified Academician Xia Guo, who is so unrespected by Master Ning, is simply ruthless.

Only Master Ning's live broadcast room has this possibility. If someone else comes here, why don't academician Yuan Lu be confessed?

But seeing Academician Yuan Lu insisting on squeezing in, everyone also thought it was a bit cute.

They all left messages to Yuan Lu saying that they must listen carefully to Academician Yuan's explanation.

"Master Ning, this is what our ancestors left behind."

While everyone was talking, Chen Fei took out a pitch-black wooden sign, as black as ink, the size of a palm, and there was some streamer of light flashing through it.

"This thing... is interesting."

The treasure friends looked carefully and found that there seemed to be words on it.

"It's an inscription left by our ancestors. The engraving is very shallow. If you can't feel it, it's really difficult to just look at it."

Chen Fei took out a piece of white paper, dipped the wooden sign in water, and rubbed it directly.

Baoyou in the live broadcast room was a little puzzled, and didn't understand what Chen Fei was doing.

When the wooden sign was picked up, everyone was dumbfounded.

There were several rows of finely detailed text where the wooden sign was located.

It is laborious to write, but the translated meaning is that the wood floats on the river, the wood sinks to the bottom of the river, and the wood is exchanged for gold.

Countless question marks floated across the barrage.

Rao Baoyou's brains are wide open, but they can't figure out what this means.

The wood floats and sinks, turning into gold?

No matter how you think about it, it is unscientific!

Wood is not stone, how could it be sinking?

And if it sinks, it will turn into coal. What's the matter with turning into gold?Is the basic law of material transformation all gone?

"really?"

"Baoyou, it's probably because you old people are teasing you."

"Let's just say, is it possible that this was left for you to dredge the river in time?"

The treasure friends guessed, but Chen Fei just shook her head.

"Probably not."

"This thing has been passed down in the family for two or three hundred years. It is only said that it is related to a batch of important goods in the family, but there is no other hint."

"If it weren't for the important goods, I wouldn't want to spend this money to find them. Really, I need money too much."

Chen Fei spoke seriously.

The corners of Baoyou's mouths twitched.

They also need money, but their ancestors did not leave such good things.

The barrage rolled, and Ning Fan's eyes fell on the wooden sign.

"interesting."

Ning Feng opened his mouth, and the debate in the live broadcast room quieted down.

When Ning Fan said this, it meant that he had seen the origin of the thing.

If so, is there really a treasure?
"What did Academician Yuan say?"

Ning Fan didn't say it directly, but asked Yuan Lu instead.

Yuan Lu pushed his eyes meticulously.

"I've seen the thing. It's something from the Ming Dynasty. It's made of ebony. The seal marks on it are a bit rough, as if it was written with a hard object."

"The writing tool has a round head and a sharp edge on the side. This kind of tool is relatively rare."

"It doesn't look like it was used by ancient craftsmen, so we need to compare it again."

Yuan Lu leaned closer to the screen, held up a high-powered magnifying glass and looked at it for a long time, and murmured.

"Hmm... The person who carved the lettering is not a professional, and his hands are not very steady. The words are floating, and he probably wants to finish writing as soon as possible."

The treasure friends froze in place.

They also looked at the wooden sign, but saw nothing at all.

There are only three keywords left on the barrage.

"Wood, black, brand."

Compared to Yuan Lu, it's like a primary school student playing house.

"It's a hairpin."

Before the friends could guess what it was, Ning Fan said it.

"hairpin?"

The treasure friends were surprised and surprised.

How can this kind of thing be used for engraving?

And... whose hairpin has a side edge?
"It was ground out temporarily."

Ning Fan glanced at the Wannian special effect, and the condition of this wooden sign was clearly displayed.

[The ebony plaque of the Ming Dynasty was left by Xiangmu Chen of the Ming Dynasty, engraved with the clues of the location of the buried ebony left by the Chen family. 】

After Ning Fan finished speaking, Yuan Lu had already found a hairpin and wood to experiment with. The head of the hairpin rubbed a sharp edge against the whetstone, and the written scratches were exactly the same as those on the existing wooden sign.

"Expert Ning has extraordinary eyesight!"

Yuan Lu was very convinced, not to mention the treasure friends, their eyes were fixed on the wooden sign, but there was no trace of the hairpin.

"How did Master Ning do it?"

"This vision is almost done by looking at it?"

Ning Fan didn't speak.

I did see these words through Wannian with a glance, but I can't tell Baoyou about them.

You can only divert their attention from topics they are interested in.

"The wooden sign is real, the message is real, and there are things left by your family. I also know what it is."

"what?"

Chen Fei looked at the screen excitedly, wanting to know what was passed down from her family.

"ebony."

Ning Fan smiled slightly.

Friends are no longer interested.

Ebony...it's just ebony.

The Xiangmu family kept these things?No matter how you think about it, you feel a little shabby?
"The quantity is huge."

Ning Fan continued to release what he knew one sentence at a time.

"The ancestors of your Chen family, Xiangmu Chen in the Ming Dynasty, have been eyeing the ebony business after experiencing the previous big price increase of ebony."

"It's just that the ebony in the Bashu area was rationed back then, and good wood had to be sent to the palace, and the method he chose surpassed everyone else."

"He decided to leave a batch of ebony for the Chen family from scratch!"

"What is recorded on this wooden sign is what he left for you."

"Xiangmuchen's legacy, century-old Shenjiangmu!"

(End of this chapter)