Live Appreciation, Congratulations to Brother

Chapter 238 Money Ability (Happy Mid-Autumn Festival to everyone!)

"Did you dig up a skull? It must be a grave robber trapped in a quicksand trap."

"Did neither Lao Chu nor Xiao Chu reply to your messages?"

"Then listen to me and hand it over to the local police and cultural relics department immediately."

Although he didn't understand why Mao Shiqi was so excited, Zhang Yang still made the most reasonable decision based on experience.

"But I want to see how many tomb robbers are trapped in this tomb..."

On the other end of the phone, Mao Shiqi hesitated to express his thoughts.

Zhang Yang said: It's too abnormal.

But what middle-aged man doesn’t have some perverted hobbies? As a colleague, he should understand and support him.

"This is not easy. Why don't you just buy a piece of Huazi for the excavator master and let him help you see how many skeletons are dug out?"

"When you make arrangements, come over quickly. I have a big tomb here."

"The address is Sanjiang City..."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yang found that everyone else present looked at him in shock.

He quickly explained:
"Don't get me wrong, we are really not a serious archaeological team."

"You must have heard that when you come across a tomb, you use an excavator directly. Unlike other archaeological teams, they hire people to dig slowly."

"The current situation is that my people will arrive in three days. Do you have any questions?"

The two stone statues were looking at everyone with eager eyes. Together with the one stolen from the old village chief's house, there were three cultural relics in total.

After the legal education conducted by Librarian He...

doubt?What it is?
Director Zhang, you have the final say, as long as you don't call the police.

"You don't have to panic. Brother Yang is very professional. This is just a trivial matter."

"Really, brother?"

Zhang Yang nodded to Wei Fuguang and told several villagers:

"If the tombs found in the end are high-level tombs, your place might be developed into a tourist attraction."

"Old village chief, you should understand what I mean, right?"

"I understand." The old man gave Zhang Yang a knowing smile and simply explained to Wei Laosan next to him: "You can apply for funds to develop scenic spots..."

As soon as he said this, everyone present understood.

Zhang Yang took the opportunity to take out his mobile phone, called up the map he had downloaded long ago, and handed it to the old village chief:
"Help me mark the place where these stone carvings were found!"

"I...I don't remember." The old village chief replied sarcastically.

"It's okay, I remember."

Wei Laosan walked forward excitedly and quickly marked the approximate location.

"Probably around this circle."

"My dad took me there several times, but there was nothing there, just a piece of grass."

"I doubt whose family opened the wasteland before."

"Aren't there any hills?" Zhang Yang asked.

The grass is probably the altar in front of the tomb, and what follows should be the main body of the tomb.

"Hills? No. But there are a lot of mountains."

What kind of mountain is it? Is it high or big? Does it face south and face north?

Zhang Yang subconsciously continued to inquire.

But then he thought, why was he wasting this time? When Cheng Laoer comes, he can directly divide the money to fix the acupoints.

This is a large tomb with stone statues. It must have been buried according to Feng Shui. It is very easy to find it.

"Then let's wait until the archaeological team arrives here in three days."

Zhang Yang decided to get back to business - collecting antiques.

The question before him is: How many real things are there in this "antique version of Tazhai"?
It's not like the old village chief's house.

Zhang Yang thought for a while and looked at the suitcase held by Wei Fuguang's brother.

It's time to try your money skills!
"Open the box."

"what?"

"Ah, what, can't you hear Brother Yang?" Wei Fuguang patted his younger brother's head, and together with him, he put the suitcase on the table and opened it.

A red light flashed, and 50 yuan in neatly coded cash appeared in front of the three villagers in Weijiagou.

"Damn it, so many new banknotes?"

"You guys named Wei are indeed rich..."

"Awei, why didn't you tell me in advance that you brought so much money?"

"Are you going to buy these two stone statues of mine?"

Wei Laosan stepped forward with a look of joy on his face. Judging from his posture, he wanted to check the banknotes.

However, Wei Fuguang stood directly in front of him and stopped him:

"Listen to what Brother Yang has to say first."

……

"It's actually quite simple."

Zhang Yangyun explained clearly the purpose of showing off his cash:
"Which of you still has a treasure from the Jade Emperor Temple near the village hidden in your home? Just bring it over and exchange it for money."

"It doesn't matter if you don't have one at home. For every item you three bring back that I like, I will give you a commission of 300 yuan."

Instead of searching around the village by yourself, it is better to just take money and ask people in the village to help find it.

The trio of the old village chief, Wei Laosan, and cousin in front of me are very good, perfectly covering the age group from forty to sixty.

Anyway, as long as Zhang Yang takes care of the last step and ensures the quality of things, it's enough.

"Director, can I earn this money?" Librarian He asked.

"Of course you can, the commission is sufficient."

Before Zhang Yang could finish his words, his cousin had already rushed out.

Wei Laosan followed closely behind him, with such a posture that no one wanted it anymore.

The old village chief was the slowest to move because his legs and feet were not very agile.

But he is the most efficient among the three.

Ten minutes later, the old village chief came back, followed by a timid little girl who looked about fifteen or sixteen years old.

"Old village chief, Brother Yang is looking for a baby, not a wife. Are you mistaken?"

"What are you talking about?" The old village chief glared at Wei Fuguang: "According to seniority, she is your aunt."

"Director Zhang, can you show her the money? She had the most things at home at that time, but she didn't believe what I said."

"Okay, let's take a look."

Zhang Yang and Wei Fuguang discussed it and decided that the box containing the money did not need to be closed and was placed directly in front of the God of Wealth enshrined by Wei Laosan's family.

This way everyone who walks in can see their sincerity.

After seeing the cash, the little girl happily led Zhang Yang to her house to see the baby.

In the dim side room, Zhang Yang saw four clay statues of civil servants.

Each one is a head shorter than him, about 1.5 meters tall.

The statue was covered with dust and it was unknown how long it had been there.

After dusting off some of the dust, you can see that the green and red decorations on the clay sculptures are quite well preserved.

The item information of one of them shows:

"Name: Colorful Statue of Marshal Tianpeng"

"Production time: 1308 (Yuan Dynasty to the first year of the Great Recession)"

"Detailed information: Colorful statue of Marshal Tianpeng, one of the "Four Saints of the Arctic""

The other three are Tianyou, Heisha and Zhenwu.

These four are all divine generals under Arctic Emperor Ziwei, and their status in Taoism is quite prominent.

"So it's you brothers..."

Zhang Yang nodded repeatedly while watching.

If nothing else, this should be the statue enshrined in the "Four Holy Temples" in the Jade Emperor Temple.

After all, the Yuan Dynasty was a regime established by nomadic peoples, so much of their culture inherited the Song system.

The four colorful sculptures in front of you are proof of this.

Although it was formed in the middle of the Yuan Dynasty, it is completely in the style of the Taoist statues of the Song Dynasty.

After so many years, it is not easy for the paint on the statue to be preserved so completely.

Zhang Yang plans to take them all back and let them see the light again.

Probably noticing the satisfied look on his face, the old village chief rubbed his hands expectantly and asked him:
"Director Zhang, this should be counted as four, right?"

"Don't worry, compared with the historical and cultural value of these four statues, your more than 1000 yuan is nothing."

"More than 1000?" A middle-aged woman, the mother of the little girl standing next to her, shouted, "I won't sell it for more than 1000!"

"Then how much do you want to sell, give me a price?" Zhang Yang's budget for going to the countryside to receive goods this time is 150 million.

Funds seem to be abundant at present, and it is even difficult to spend them all.

Seeing that the mother and daughter opposite were a little nervous and couldn't give a price for a long time, Zhang Yang even took the initiative to tell the other party:
"Don't worry and make a bold offer. I will make a counter-offer anyway."

"Okay..." The middle-aged woman nodded seriously: "How about 100 million for each piece?"

"How much?" Zhang Yang asked with a shocked look on his face: "Look into the eyes of these statues and say it again?"

"One million is not expensive."

The little girl’s mother counted on her fingers and told Zhang Yang:

"Nowadays, the price of serving food in restaurants outside is 80 yuan a day, 80 yuan a week, [-] yuan a month, [-] yuan in half a year, and [-] yuan a year."

"You can buy such a good antique once a year."

"Mom, you made a wrong calculation." The little girl couldn't help listening.

"The calculation is correct. I saw a Master Sun on the Internet who calculated it like this."

"Auntie, you are looking at Sun Huowang, right?" Zhang Yang couldn't help laughing and said, "Only those with Huowang in their names can act like this."

At this time, the old village chief spoke. He wanted to earn the commission quickly:

"Director Zhang, you should set the price. The price you set is very conscientious."

"Okay, my price is: four pieces together, [-]."

“Is this price okay?”

The old village chief took the initiative to ask the mother and daughter for Zhang Yang, and also explained the purpose:
"Director Zhang collects things for display in the museum and is not a cultural relic dealer."

"Really, Director Zhang?"

"That's more or less it. But now, I have a more important question. I'm offering a reward of 500 yuan for an answer."

Zhang Yang walked up to the four statues, pointed at them and asked the other three people present:
"How many things did you move out from the Jade Emperor Temple?"

"I really can't remember."

The old village chief even pulled out several strands of his hair and couldn't think of an answer.

In the end, no one could earn the 500 yuan.

But Zhang Yang only stayed in Weijiagou Village for one afternoon and received more than thirty colored sculptures.

The Jade Emperor Temple that was burned down can clearly see its grand occasion.

"Let's go, don't send it off."

Zhang Yang kept waving his hands out of the car window, indicating that everyone should not be so polite.

It's really not worth spending more than 100 million.

But the villagers in Weijiagou Village insisted on standing at the entrance of the village and watched him leave.

A person's eyes are full of reluctance.

It seems to be saying: God of Wealth, when will you come again? !
When Zhang Yang left, behind the Mercedes-Benz was a large truck loaded with various colorful statues of gods.

When we returned to the Hailin Museum to unload the goods, everyone else in the museum was shocked.

They all asked Librarian He which temple had been evacuated?
The statues of the Three Walls, the Four Saints of the North Pole, the 28 Stars...

If these were placed in the same venue, visitors would definitely think they were entering a temple rather than a museum.

Zhang Yang had already considered this issue.

Then we will build an exhibition hall with a Taoist theme from the Song Dynasty.

The only regret is that the statue of the Jade Emperor in the temple, which was originally dismembered, has nowhere to be found.

If we really open a special exhibition hall, we will still have to look for another Jade Emperor statue.

Zhang Yang planned to get busy with this matter after discovering the ancient tomb near Weijiagou Village.

……

Three days later, Zhang Yang and his party came to Sanchuan City again.

This time, Wei Fuguang brought a dozen boys, all of whom were bar security guards.

Teams of three were equipped with walkie-talkies, sapper shovels and metal detectors.

The equipment for tomb exploration is all professional.

Zhang Yang is much more amateur. He only brought Xu Jie and an action camera.

I'm going to shoot some videos of visiting the tomb, and then go back and edit a program.

But the easiest one has to be the Cheng Mao duo.

They brought nothing but their superb tomb robbing skills.

It was found that there was no road access to the place where the stone statues were made, and even the path into the mountain was overgrown with weeds and thorns.

It took Zhang Yang and his group more than two hours to reach the place circled by the old village chief on the map.

"Three mountains are connected in a line. This is Longbei Ridge."

Cheng Laoer looked at the mountains in front of him and began to mutter something that most people could not understand at all:

"See the dragon's back and look for the dragon's head. Use metal to form water, and the earth in the hole will seal the wood..."

"The original veins of the terrain, the original bones of the mountains..."

"He said, what is it?" Xu Jie asked Zhang Yang.

"This is the content of the burial scripture." Zhang Yang replied with a dark look on his face.

While the boss is working, the layman can just watch the show.

Just wait for Cheng Laoer to tell you where to dig.

But Zhang Yang waited and waited for half an hour, but still didn't find the address of the tomb.

Did the old master overturn his car?

Seeing Cheng Laoer's brows twisted into knots, Zhang Yang hurried up and asked:
"Is there a problem?"

"It's very strange. This place is the [Death Place]!"

"Nobles from the Song Dynasty should not be buried in this kind of place. How can there be stone statues in this kind of place?"

Cheng Laoer said solemnly:

"The photo of the stone statue you showed me should be a tomb-preserving general statue that could only be used by the royal family of the Song Dynasty."

"I once went to Gongyi to study at the imperial tombs of the Song Dynasty. Those stone statues were scattered in the fields and you can observe them up close."

"The imperial mausoleum there was built on raw land. Even after the tomb was stolen and turned into farmland, it is still a few pieces of fertile soil."

"But according to the trend of this earth dragon, the best burial place is there, look!"

Zhang Yang looked in the direction of Cheng Laoer's finger and found that it was indeed ordinary.

There is even a slope formed by a landslide after the rain. Who would be buried in such a dangerous-looking place?

Zhang Yang thought to himself: If the method of touching Jin Xiaowei doesn't work, should we use the unscrupulous method of Xiling Lishi?
Although many people came, Wei Fuguang's men were not professional.

How can I visit a large area of ​​a tomb without a Luoyang shovel?

I have to think of some way to save effort.

Zhang Yang found Wei Laosan and asked him to recall the location of the stone statues.

Sure enough, it was on flat ground.

Since the stone statue was born here, there might be things on the ground that fell when the tomb was being built.

Such as copper coins, construction waste, etc.

These are all very useful evidence for Zhang Yang.

Zhang Yang directly commanded Wei Fuguang's boys to dig!
About half an hour later, Mao Shiqi made a discovery:

"I found a bone here!"

……

"These are horse bones."

Under the crowd's watch, Zhang Yang looked at the freshly unearthed bones.

"And it's the leg bone of a long-dead horse."

"Let's take this leg bone as the center and dig it out with a radius of one meter!"

As pieces of turf were dug up, a complete horse skeleton gradually emerged.

Zhang Yang looked at the formation time of these horse bones and found that they were all in 1280.

In this year, the Southern Song Dynasty was completely destroyed.

"Could it be that our thinking is wrong?" Zhang Yang took a deep breath and told Cheng Laoer: "Maybe, this is not a tomb from the Song Dynasty at all?"

"It should be from the Yuan Dynasty!"

Cheng Laoer and Zhang Yang looked at each other and nodded.

He explained to the people around him:
"The way people in the Yuan Dynasty buried their dead was to clamp the person between two pieces of wood and bury them directly in the ground. If they had money, they would wrap the wood three times with gold."

"After the burial, the horses will be driven and the grave will be trampled flat, completely integrating into the surrounding environment."

"Finally, kill a horse on the grave and scatter grass seeds. Wait until next spring to make sure the grass grows on the grave and it is the same as the surrounding environment before leaving."

　I went out to celebrate the Mid-Autumn Festival today. I owe a chapter and will make up for it tomorrow.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)