Add some practice: start with a lucid dream

Chapter 318 Identification
Zhang Yule could hear the dissatisfaction in An'an's tone on Saturday, as if he was saying that this rotten street thing is here to trouble me?

"Okay then." Seeing that he was not a difficult person to speak, Saturday An immediately turned over the mortar, took a magnifying glass from the drawer next to it, and began to study it carefully.

Originally, Zhang Yule was still a little flustered in his heart, but seeing Saturday An's expression gradually calmed down, he knew that he probably saw the way.

"Hey, it's weird."

"How could it be? It can't be true," An said in a low voice on Saturday, as if talking to himself.

Time passed by, and the two people sitting next to each other just waited quietly, until Saturday Ann suddenly put down the magnifying glass and rummaged in the drawer.

"Sixth Master?" Zhang Yule looked at the gap and asked him questions without hesitation.
"Do you see a doorway here?"

"Yes." Saturday Ann nodded solemnly, and explained casually while taking tools,
"At first, I thought this thing was so new, so I thought it was a factory product."

"Only after looking at it did I know that there are cracks on it and the hit surface, and there is this gap inside"

Saturday's An is indeed a well-known expert in the industry, and he explained the truth clearly in a few short sentences.

It turns out that there is a lot of knowledge in stone tool identification.

Generally speaking, due to the material characteristics of stone tools, the most difficult step is to judge whether the identification object is a naturally formed stone or a polished stone tool.

And this stone mortar directly omits this step, and it looks like it is artificially made.

On this basis, what kind of appearance will be formed by superimposing the traces of time on the impact table, impact bubbles, cone scars, corrugations, cracked surfaces, ends, surroundings, etc. left when the stone tools are polished.
These are systematic judgment criteria.

Moreover, due to the particularity of stone tools, there are not only few counterfeiters in this field, but the workmanship is also quite poor. If there are flaws, they will not be able to escape Saturday's eyes.

In fact, the stone mortar brought by Chen Ze looks nothing special at first glance, but upon careful observation, there are still many gaps and traces attached to it, but it is difficult for laymen to tell whether it is carved or formed naturally.

This requires Saturday's further identification.

I saw that he first took out a stack of irregular paper, spread it on the stone mortar and smeared it with a pencil, as if he was transferring the marks on it.

In addition, various measuring equipment such as small brushes, calipers, and protractors are neatly placed on the table.

"This product looks too good, too good to be true!!"

After a while, Saturday'an held the copied paper in one hand, and rubbed the stone tool with the other, and said with emotion,
"There are old scars that should be there, but there are no new marks. I really thought it was made by a factory just now."

"Aren't you eating the raw goods you just picked up right now?"

As soon as these words came out, it seemed that she knew she had made a slip of the tongue, and Saturday An shut her mouth again.

"Master Six!"

"Master Six!".
Someone in the corridor outside the door suddenly shouted and approached,

"Master Liu, I have a call."

"Get out!" Saturday An suddenly raised his head and roared, and the guy who had just stepped halfway through the door was startled.

"Close the door." Saturday Ann's voice was not loud, but it implied majesty.

"Yes, yes, yes." The reprimanded boy at the door didn't dare to talk back, he lowered his head and didn't look much, he silently closed the door firmly and backed out.

Seeing this posture, Zhang Yule's heart that had already fallen was suspended again.

This can't be a bug with a big background, can it?
Zhang Yule and Saturday'an have known each other for many years, but it is rare to see him so solemn.

And Chen Ze found a chair, moved it aside and sat down unceremoniously, the position was vaguely blocking the door.

"Cracked water pattern, water pattern." Saturday'an seemed unable to get rid of the habit of talking to himself, and pressed the mouse while comparing the transferred pattern, as if searching for something on the computer next to him.

Maybe he himself enjoys the identification process, but it is undoubtedly lengthy and boring to the bystanders.

This wait lasted more than half an hour. During this period, Saturday's An almost showed eighteen kinds of martial arts, and all kinds of tools were dizzying.

Finally, after typing a lot of unknown content into the computer, Saturday An took off his glasses and put them aside, then picked up the wolfberry water in the corner and drank it down.

Chen Ze remained silent, while Zhang Yule couldn't hold back his curiosity.
"Master Six."

"Are you waiting? Tell me first?"

"Tell me?" Saturday Anyi put down the water glass and laughed, "Okay."

"Is this year enough?" Zhang Yule asked bluntly.

"Enough! It's enough!" Saturday An turned the stone mortar upside down on the table,

"It should be able to reach the Neolithic Age."

"Really?!" Although Zhang Yule had expected it in his heart, it was still a little inconceivable to hear Saturday An admit it personally.

In the antique circle, cultural relics from the Stone Age have always been a very special existence.

Due to the characteristics of stone tools, although the research value and symbolic significance of most cultural relics are inestimable, their own value is not much.

After all, it's just a rock.

What's more, quite a few stone tools belong to the catalog prohibited by state regulations.

However, if it involves unearthed stone tools from some special cultural sites, is related to historical disputes, or is special enough in itself, it will become quite popular, especially some professional collection institutions and auction houses
Of course, that also means extremely high risks, after all, such transactions are generally not very bright.

So in a sense, identifying this stone tool is like the emerald rough downstairs, it is a gamble.

What do I want to do so much? How can a person like Mr. Chen value money so much? Zhang Yule, who is good at brainstorming, immediately laughed at himself.

"I can't say anything else, the year should be enough." On Saturday, as if showing off his skills, An began to point to various details on the stone mortar and explained them in detail.

"First of all, the stone quality must be that the siliceous rock has not escaped."

"And here, here, here, you see, the little crack on it"

Even Chen Ze couldn't help but leaned closer to listen in, and grab some experience points by the way.

【Experience value +300】

【Experience value +500】.
"...It must have been burnt. Most of the stone tools that have been buried in the soil are like this. The bottom here is too dark, and it must not have been formed normally."

"Of course, the specific location depends on the matching results of the pattern above. I found it."

Said Saturday Ann turned her head back to the computer, stared at the screen and read out,

"Bashu Sanxingdui."

Hearing this familiar name, Chen Ze's heart moved, but when he was about to hear it again, he suddenly saw the expression on Saturday An's face change drastically.

"How come Sanxingdui is here...in the Great Sacrifice Pit?"

"Sixth Lord, what do you say?"

squeak--

The ear-piercing voice passed, and it was Saturday'an who stood up suddenly, and the chair under his buttocks was directly knocked far away by the bend of his legs.

"go!"

Saturday's Ann seemed to be a different person, his face with few wrinkles was almost twisted into a ball, and he stared at the stone mortar on the table with an indescribable expression.

His expression was extremely stiff, like a plaster sculpture that was only half cast.

Although there is only one face, it is mixed with several diametrically opposed emotions, sometimes vivid and sometimes rigid, like an alien species that has not fully adapted to its body when it first parasitizes.

"Let's go!" Saturday An issued the order to evict the guest again, pointing at Chen Ze's nose and yelling regardless of being polite.

"Master Liu! What's the matter!" Zhang Yule was also a little impatient.

"Oh! I told you to go away!" Saturday An waved towards the door to drive the two of them out, while subconsciously reaching for the mortar but immediately withdrew his hand as if getting an electric shock, and slammed back with his body flinch.

The stone mortar that I loved just now seems to have become a troublesome thing like a hot potato.

All unspeakable emotions finally collapsed into fear.

Saturday'an stared at Shijiu with a strong look of horror, as if he was facing a big enemy, as if he was facing some extremely terrifying evil thing.

"Master Liu!" Zhang Yule was confused, and was about to say something more when he saw Saturday leaning on the edge of the table, bowing his body, and retching violently.

"Let's go" Saturday An's nose and tears flowed, she was coughing uncomfortably but she still insisted on chasing people away,

"T-Take... take this thing away." He changed into a pleading expression again, as if he was tightly sucked by the whirlpool, and only one breath remained.

"Master Liu!" Zhang Yule stared at Zhou An, who was vomiting continuously, in astonishment, and his brain froze for a while.

There has been a pool of yellow and white on the originally clean floor, and cheering odor molecules are scrambling to rush out, as if they want to occupy everyone's nasal cavity.

"Let's go." At this time, Chen Ze, who had been watching from the sidelines, finally stepped forward to pick up the mortar, took a last deep look at Saturday An, pushed up the wheelchair, and took Zhang Yule out of the room.

Behind them, Saturday'an no longer had the strength to speak, and fell sideways and hit the edge of the table heavily.

boom.

Chen Ze closed the door tightly and pushed Zhang Yule all the way forward.

In the room, Saturday'an, who heard the movement, still didn't dare to turn his head to look, but already put on a relieved expression.

There were no benches for people to rest in the corridor, and they couldn't just wander into other rooms, so they went all the way downstairs, planning to find a place to sit first.

But when they got down the stairs, the two saw a mess in the small courtyard, with debris everywhere, as if it had been blown by a tornado.

The people who had been crowding in front of the stone gambling booth also disappeared together with the booth itself.

"What's going on in the future?" Zhang Yule had come to his senses at this time, and he manipulated the wheelchair to open the curtain by himself, and asked the acquaintance when he returned to the store.

"Master Zhang." The guy happened to be chatting with someone,
"Those people who bought stones, for some reason, started fighting after shouting about cheating and fake products. In the end, they said they would call the police, so whoever ran away, and the others chased them out."

"These grandchildren don't even take the garbage away!"

While talking about the buddy, he complained bitterly.

After hearing the reason of the matter, Zhang Yule looked helplessly at the rough jadeite in his arms. It was still exquisite, but he didn't know how much trouble it had caused.

But compared to this emerald, what is the mortar?
Thinking about it, Zhang Yule looked to the side, but saw that Chen Ze had already found a seat in the corner and sat down at some point.

"Mr. Chen."

Biu~~
The electric wheelchair turned around and brought Zhang Yule to Chen Ze.
"I'm sorry, Master Liu is getting old, maybe he's not in good health."

Zhang Yule first apologized for Saturday An, but as he talked, he also thought it was a bit ridiculous.

Poor health?

That Saturday's safety seemed to be stimulated mentally.

"It's okay." Chen Ze waved his hand generously, turned the mortar in his hand over and looked at it again,
"Did you hear what he said just now?"

"What words?" Zhang Yule subconsciously asked back, and then he groaned as if thinking of something,
"Liu Ye said Sanxingdui, right? What else is there to say later, let me think about it."

"Great Sacrifice Pit." Needless to say, Chen Ze's hearing was strong, but he was afraid that he might misunderstand.

"Great sacrificial pit?" Zhang Yule reacted immediately.

"It should be this one, right?" Chen Ze handed over the phone with the other hand, and it contained information about the Sanxingdui ruins.

In just a short while, Chen Ze had finished surfing the Internet.

"It should be." Zhang Yule nodded after a rough scan.

Due to the edification of his family's eyes and ears, although Zhang Yule doesn't know much about archaeology in this area, he can still draw inferences about it.

Putting it aside for the time being, the sacrificial pit should be right.

You must know that in the Sanxingdui ruins, the main part is eight sacrificial pits.

The utensils such as the golden mask and the bronze sun god tree that people are familiar with are all sacrificial utensils from the pit.

According to the survey, the Sanxingdui site can be dated from the end of the Neolithic Age to the beginning of the Shang Dynasty, spanning more than 2000 years.

Although the bronze wares in Sanxingdui are the most famous, many stone wares have also been unearthed.

Refined stone tools such as stone mortars are also quite consistent with the characteristics of cultural relics in the late Neolithic age.

In other words, Saturday's judgment is still very reliable.

But how could the cultural relics unearthed from Sanxingdui appear in Xianyue Mountain?
And other things in the mountain seem to be a bit out of place.
At least the line of writing left on the stone table can never be the writing of the Stone Age.

Chen Ze was keenly aware that this secret place in the mountains might have experienced more than one group of visitors.

"Actually, it's not sure." Zhang Yule looked at the stone mortar in Chen Ze's hand and somehow resisted it.

"People only look at it for a rough idea, and it has to be taken to the laboratory for identification."

"How to identify?" Chen Ze asked casually.

"Just those machines, carbon fourteen, chemical analysis, spectroscopic X-ray computer imaging and so on."

Zhang Yule thought for a while and added,

"Especially the traces left on it, it will be most accurate if it can be extracted and tested for composition."

Traces Chen Ze turned the mortar in one direction, and groped for a slightly sunken place with his fingers.

There were uneven dark brown marks on it, and Saturday Ann said that this should be residual blood.

If it's blood, it's between the Great Sacrifice Pit
"Let me help you take it back for appraisal. I'm familiar with several, uh, appraisal companies."

Zhang Yule regretted it halfway through, he suddenly felt a little afraid of this stone mortar of unknown origin.

"Appraisal company?" Chen Ze followed the words,
"Then it's okay to do biological identification." He asked while staring at the unknown marks on the mortar,
"Have you heard of Pangea creatures?"

"I heard, what's the matter?" Zhang Yule asked in surprise,
"They are the leader in Shenzhen City, and they are very good at microtrace analysis. I planned to find them."

(End of this chapter)