Live appraising treasures, I became a national treasure expert?

Chapter 393: Alliance of Chanyuan, Letter of Credence of the Song Dynasty

The leaders tried hard to keep a straight face, for fear of showing a proud expression.

The subordinates at the back couldn't hold it back any longer, and started talking incessantly. Gradually, the voices became louder and louder, as if dozens of parrot cages had been knocked over.

"The statue of Empress Dowager Chengtian is also a birthday gift from the Liao Shengzong. Is this an inappropriate national treasure?"

"Have some confidence and delete everything in front of the word '的'!"

"If you compare it with the first... skull, which one is more valuable?"

"There is no way to compare: From a historical perspective, Wanyan Aguda was the founding emperor, so his influence must be greater, but from a cultural relic perspective, the first one should not have appeared, so it will not be exhibited, let alone reported... …”

"It doesn't matter, the statue is enough. If we go further and compare it with the Song Dynasty axe in Qinglong Mountain, the historical significance may be less, but the artistic value is not low at all..."

"It is estimated to be a little higher. There is absolutely no problem in building a museum on the spot!"

"So even if the value of the next three items is not very high, there is no need to regret it!"

"I also feel that it may not be much higher, and the statue of Queen Mother Xiao should be over."

"Not necessarily. If it says there are five pieces, it must be five pieces. If it says it's a national treasure, it must be all national treasures... Anyway, it's definitely not bad!"

"Who said that?"

The man raised his chin in Li Ding'an's direction and suddenly became silent while asking questions.

Looking again, Li Ding'an didn't move, as if in a daze.

Lu Benzhi followed his gaze and said, "Don't be crazy. It's just a bottle statue, not a living thing?"

"What am I obsessed with?"

Li Ding'an sighed slowly: "I was thinking: Four pieces were excavated from Qinglong Mountain, two more were unearthed here, and the remaining three are probably... after calculation, these are already nine imperial treasures, spanning across Song, Liao, Jin... Lu Yuan, who do you think did it?"

Lu Benzhi thought for a while: "Who else could it be? Yang Liang Zhenjia specializes in ruining the feng shui of various dynasties and cutting off the dragon veins of each dynasty. The two large formations were built by Yuan people to induce dragon energy. He can only be the one to steal the treasure... maybe he is the one who stole the treasure. He’s also the one in the formation!”

Yup!

So, how many imperial tombs did this guy dig up, and how many imperial treasures did he steal?

If we add in the concubines, kings, officials, and wealthy people, there would be only seven to eight hundred graves if we didn't dig thousands of graves.

This thief monk is so immoral?

Cursing secretly, there was another "bang" outside the cabin.

Following the sound, I saw a puff of dust and smoke coming from the west.

Li Ding'an was shocked: "What's going on?"

"Oh, just now Cheng Ming reported that the terrain in the west is a bit complicated, and two sections of the rammed earth wall need to be removed... I guess they didn't succeed, and the wall collapsed after it was halfway moved..."

"Just the wall?"

"Don't worry, if there is an accident, Cheng Ming will definitely report it!"

After listening for a while, there seemed to be no movement, and Li Dingan breathed a sigh of relief: It's okay if the wall collapses, and nothing will happen to people...

Immediately, the intercom pinged again: "Teacher Li, Lu Yuan, we found it: there is also a wooden box here in the west!"

"How big?"

"Two meters long, one meter high, and eighty wide!"

"rectangle?"

"Correct!"

Li Ding'an's heart skipped a beat: Am I going to go?

"Hang it back first...same as before, extract it as a whole!"

Lu Benzhi confessed, then turned his head: "Why are you stunned?"

Li Ding'an gestured repeatedly: "Lu Yuan, don't you think this thing... looks a bit like a coffin?"

Lu Benzhi thought for a moment: No... is it really possible?

Deputy Director Yan and the local secretary are behind the two people. You look at me and I look at you: coffin?

Calculating the size, they are indeed quite similar.

But it's not big, that is, it's the size of a normal coffin. There's probably nothing inside, maybe just corpses...

Um...corpse?
They finally knew why Li Ding'an had such an expression: Maybe it was really the emperor's body?

The person just behind me was still talking about skulls... How come they are all in this category?
"Teacher Li, could it be a mummy?"

Li Ding'an was silent: given the climate conditions of this place, it's not impossible.

And the possibility is extremely high: first it is the dragon bone of an unknown emperor, and then it is the skull of Jin Taizu, and then it may be the mummy of that emperor...

This bald thief is more than just immoral?

They are all immoral and smoking...

After thinking about it, the crane hoisted back another mound. After three strokes, five divided by two, the technician finished cleaning up the surrounding sand.

Li Ding'an glanced at it: Huh?
It is indeed rectangular, straight from top to bottom, with no eaves or seats, no words or inscriptions around it, no flowers or patterns, and it is not even painted.

It shouldn't be a coffin...

After a few more "clicks", the technician opened the lid of the box, and a dark thing was revealed in front of everyone:

This is... a plowshare?
The tip of the plow is like a horn, the structure of the plow is like a guide, the bottom of the plow is like a bed, and the shaft of the plow is like a dragon... a curved shaft plow!

Li Ding felt relieved: If an emperor's corpse really appeared, he really wouldn't know how to deal with it...

But Quyuanli?

Where did the thief monk get it?
Lu Benzhi looked carefully: "This is a bronze plow!"

Li Ding'an also nodded: Heiqi Gu is too obvious!
Only bronzes in desert areas can exhibit this kind of "green in black" oxide layer: due to dryness, the black copper oxide produced by copper oxidation is more than the green basic copper sulfate, so naturally there is more black than green.

It also means it is well preserved...

Wang Yongqian was particularly surprised: "Is it all copper or solid?"

"Correct!"

"It's at least five to six hundred kilograms... How can it be used if it's so heavy?"

"Need not!"

"Why don't you just show it if you don't have to?"

Li Ding'an gave a thumbs up.

Wang Yongqian was stunned for a moment before he realized: "Is this a ritual weapon?"

"It should be!" Zuo Peng tried hard to recall, ""Book of Rites·Yue Ling·Meng Chun": The emperor prayed to God on the first day of the year. He chose the first day of the year to pray for grain. The emperor personally carried the grass, and the emperor borrowed it... Push, three gongs push five times, princes and princes push nine..."

"Three plus five plus nine, seventeen trips back and forth, still a bronze plow..." Wang Yongqian looked at it carefully again, "Director Zuo, after plowing the emperor's one-third of an acre, the oxen will be exhausted, right? "

Li Ding'an almost laughed out loud: I told you it won't work...

"Director Zuo is talking about the farm tools used by the emperor himself for plowing, but before plowing, he has to offer sacrifices to heaven, ancestors, the Five Mountains, Yanhuang, Xiannong and Houji... This is a ritual vessel dedicated to the Xiannong Altar..."

"Xiannong Altar...one of the five altars for worshiping heaven..."

Wang Yongqian of Antiques only knows a little bit about it. He doesn’t know how many kinds of ritual vessels emperors of various dynasties used to worship heaven, but at least he knows what the five altars are.

Therefore, this bronze plow is definitely one of the Twenty-Four Sacrifice of the Emperor... and is it a bronze? Wang Yongqian was startled, "Which dynasty are you from?"

"Don't be too excited, it won't be too early, and it's in the west: either Jin or Liao!"

"That's also a ritual instrument for worshiping heaven!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a technician knocked on the glass and flashed his cell phone at Li Ding'an.

Li Ding'an quickly took out his mobile phone.

The technician sent a picture of what looked like part of a plow shaft with an inscription on it.

It’s still Khitan.

"In the first month of the first year of the founding of the country, the ministers conferred the honorary title on Renshenshuo. On this day, the emperor ascended the throne... nine plowing tools were offered as sacrifices to Xue..."

Hey... should I go?
Li Ding'an looked carefully and saw that, yes, it was the first year of the founding of the country, that is, the emperor's throne...

Lu Benzhi was also stunned, as were Wang Yongqian, Zuo Peng, and Deputy Director Yan, the three local leaders.

They can't understand it, but they can understand it. Regardless of whether they understand cultural relics or not, they at least have basic common sense: Shuuguo is the first year of Wanyan Aguda, it is the first year of the year, and it is the first month of Renshen (New Year's Day, the first day of the lunar month). 1)...In addition, the following is the emperor's position, and nine farming tools are offered as sacrifices to heaven...

This is the ritual vessel used by Wanyan Aguda to offer sacrifices to heaven and ancestors and to issue edicts to the world when he proclaimed himself emperor...

Li Ding'an recalled again: This sentence is recorded in "Song Book", "Liao History", "Jin History", and "Xuzizhi Tongjian", but the wording is different.

Furthermore, if it can be buried here, it cannot be fake...

Wang Yongqian stared at the photo for a long time: "Did you translate it correctly?"

How could it be wrongly translated?
In order to study "Qing Nang Shu", I have become an expert in Khitan, Bronze, and Phasiba texts, and I definitely belong to the very top group...

"Why don't you invite an ancient literature expert to take a look?"

"I didn't mean that..."

Wang Yongqian sighed: He couldn't believe it.

The people behind were still discussing which one, Empress Dowager Xiao or Jin Taizu, had greater influence, and whether there was any more precious cultural relic among the three items in the back than the "Shuiyue Guanyin".

But within three minutes of saying that, the bronze plow appeared?

Not only him, but everyone, including Li Ding'an himself, knew very well: Jin was one of the twenty-four dynasties and an important treasure in the founding ceremony of the country. This bronze plow can definitely be admitted to the National Museum, and it can be placed in the Central Government Museum. The kind in the exhibition hall.

But without any precaution, it appeared suddenly and suddenly?
Just like falling from the sky...

The leaders suppressed their excitement and exchanged glances.

There is no need to compare with Qinglong Mountain, let alone the added value of "Tang Dynasty Heritage Capital" and "Li Family Ancestral Temple". Just these three cultural relics that have been unearthed can stand out...

"Teacher Li, thank you!"

"Secretary Miao, you really don't need it. It's not too late to thank you after the excavation is completed..." Li Ding'an's eyes flashed, "dig out the remaining two pieces first!"

It was no exaggeration. His curiosity was almost over the top now, and he suppressed the urge to go in and study the bronze plow: There are two more pieces, what could they be?
With these three bases, there is absolutely no difference.

The key is that one of them must be an artifact from the Song Dynasty...

Several leaders nodded in unison.

Shao Qing, there was another movement in Cheng Ming's place: things in the front hall were also dug out.

But the strange thing is that this time it became an iron box.

About ten centimeters thick and thirty centimeters square, similar to a briefcase.

When he heard that it was the South Hall, Li Ding'an put on his mask and entered the inner cabin: the south belongs to fire, so it must be a Song Dynasty artifact.

Mainly because the first two pieces were too big, measuring several cubic meters, but this one was so small, like a sesame seed on a sesame seed cake.

Li Ding'an was even more curious: It was so thin that it would be difficult to even put a seal on it?
But the meaning it represents is absolutely no different, at least not lower than the Avalokitesvara statue of Empress Dowager Xiao...

Suspicious, he opened the lid of the box: three skin bags lay inside.

The leather is brown, shiny, and brand new...

It is almost as long as the iron box, but very narrow, less than ten centimeters, like a scabbard.

"Leather inspection (leather envelope)?"

Lu Benzhi looked suspicious, "Could it be an imperial edict?"

No one said a word next to him, and he realized: Li Ding'an was not there.

Others were not sure, so naturally they did not dare to answer the call...

Lu Benzhi looked at it and nodded: "It should be from the Song Dynasty!"

The imperial edict of the Song Dynasty is a surprise to me...

Zuo Peng secretly exclaimed, and then suddenly paused: Several leaders, including Wang Yongqian, Director Yan, and local deputy directors, were all calm, determined, and calm... Of course, there was still a trace of curiosity.

No...this is an imperial edict. Why are you all so calm?
After a moment's thought, he was relieved: in front of the three cultural relics, the imperial edict of the Song Dynasty was really not enough...

Taking a breath secretly, he looked inside again: Li Ding'an had already opened one of the letters: Red silk?

It is very well preserved and has been there for hundreds of years without even any silk folds.

But there is no shaft, just a piece of plain silk. It doesn't seem to be an imperial edict?

Of course it’s not an imperial edict, just a poem:

I am worried about the people, so I can save space for the time being by garrisoning vehicles.

The sun shines brightly in summer, and the sharp weapon glistens with autumn frost.

On the occasion of the Huaizhong Festival, a group of evil spirits rushed to the northern wilderness.

The strong ice dissipates the huge waves, and the gentle breeze gathers the good fortune.

Following the good security of the border, we will enjoy a well-off life together.

God helps me a lot, and I return my flag and jump over the dragon's head.

There is no title, no inscription, no postscript and no chapter. It is impossible to tell who wrote it, but there is no doubt which emperor it is.

Who would dare to use phrases like "worry for the people" or "save money for defending vehicles"?

The words are ordinary, but the victory is easy to understand: At the beginning of summer, the emperor personally led the army to the north, and it was not until winter that he returned victorious...

At the end of the Song dynasty, only the first three emperors were personally conquered: Taizu Zhao Kuangyin, Taizong Zhao Guangyi, and Zhenzong Zhao Heng.

Combined with the Northern Expedition, either the Northern Han Dynasty or the Khitan will be attacked...

The calligraphy is pretty good, but apart from the highly recognizable thin gold calligraphy, Li Ding'an didn't do much research on the calligraphy of the Song Dynasty emperors.

So he basically had no clue as to whose royal treasure it was. He looked at it, put it aside, and opened the second envelope.

It's still a piece of red silk, this time it has a shaft, and it's a jade shaft.

The handwriting is better, better than the previous letter. Although it is a square script, it is regular and has its own characteristics.

Let’s look at the content again: In the first year of Wei Jingde, on December 7, Bingxu, the Emperor of the Song Dynasty would like to write an oath in front of the Emperor of the Khitan...

At first, he was still calculating whose reign name Jingde was and which year it was, but when he saw the seventh day of Bingxu, his mind went "buzzing".

As if a hammer hit him, Li Ding'an leaned back violently: That's awesome, the thief monk...

The Alliance of Chanyuan, the State Letter of the Song Dynasty!
(End of this chapter)