Live appraising treasures, I became a national treasure expert?

After all, it is the capital and the city center, so it is quite lively.

The pedestrian street is very wide, a bit like a domestic night market, with white tents on both sides, with food on one side and handicrafts on the other.

Wool carpets, cowhide wallets, leather boots, deer antlers, horn products, Mongolian robes... The uncle played the matouqin, and the long tune was melodious and desolate.

The food is also very unique.

"Li Ding'an, what is this, Buz? It's actually a steamed bun, right?"

"so smart!"

Is this smart?
Anyone with long eyes can see.

Just as he rolled his eyes, the bun was put to his mouth, and Yu Huiyin took a bite with a smile.

"It's delicious."

"What is this? Why are there stones in the pot?"

"It's just stone-cooked meat, called Harahog in Mongolian... It's not difficult to make, but it's very time-consuming..."

Li Ding'an explained and muttered a few more words, and the boss gave him two copies. He had one portion for himself, the other portion was divided into three cups, and one girl had one cup.

"What is this?"

"Hushul, fried pie, meaty."

"Where's this soup?"

"Batan, you can understand it as mutton soup with potatoes, carrots, cabbage, flour, and milk."

"what about this?"

"Cuiwan, it's actually beef stew with noodles, with onions and carrots in it."

"Yeah, there's still some food left?"

"Mongolia borders XJ. Isn't it normal to have food?"

Along the way, Li Ding'an kept talking: buying, eating, and talking.

Fan Rong became more and more surprised.

Being able to speak Mongolian well is just a second priority. The most important thing is that it feels like there is nothing he doesn’t understand?
Just like now:
"Uncle, how come your milk tea is made from milk?"

“Goat milk is too tangy!”

"There's no flour, no rice, not even mutton... not even a drop of oil?"

"Foreigners don't like it!"

"Then what do you call Shudicai (traditional Mongolian milk tea, made with butter, mutton fat or meat)."

The uncle was stunned by the question: Are you here to cause trouble?
I also want to make it according to the traditional method, but it also needs to be able to be sold?

"Do you want to buy it or not?"

"Buy, I ate too much meat, so I just want a drink to relieve my tiredness."

He can also negotiate prices, so you can't deceive him even if you want to. Along the way, he kept speaking Chinese, but the vendors and bosses all praised him. The young man spoke Chinese very well. Did he study in China?

No one thinks of him as Chinese, which is so interesting.

"He comes to Mongolia often?"

"First time." Shu Jinghao bit into a piece of beef jerky, "To be more precise, it's his first time going abroad."

Fan Rong was stunned again: "Impossible."

She has been in Mongolia for two years. During the holidays, she works part-time as a tour guide. She has visited Ulaanbaatar and all scenic spots in Mongolia countless times. But I feel like I don’t know as much as Li Ding’an?
"Don't treat him like an ordinary person..."

What do you mean?
Stunned, Shu Jing ran a few steps, snatched a few pieces of fried milk from Li Ding'an's hand, and ran back again, "Do you want it?"

Fan Rong shook her head: "Just now, you said he was your leader?"

"He is the boss (the leader of the laboratory and project), and I am the assistant!"

"Boss...what project is he responsible for?"

"archeology."

"Didn't he study Chinese language and just graduated the year before last?"

"That was my undergraduate degree, and then I went to graduate school in the Department of Archeology at Peking University, and now I'm in my third year of graduate school."

I graduated with an undergraduate degree the year before last and am in my third year of graduate school this year. Is this... a grade skipped?
The key thing is, is the span from Chinese language to archeology too big?

What’s even more shocking: a graduate student who hasn’t graduated yet, but is in charge of a project?
While thinking about it, Fan Rong was suddenly startled again: "Public service abroad, academic exchange... What is the level of your project?"

"This is a ministry-level project for the time being."

"temporary?"

"Well, I can definitely mention it during the acceptance evaluation."

The level can be raised again... What level is above the ministry level project?

Little by little surprise filled the girl's face.

"His family...is so powerful?"

"what?"

Shu Jing looked at him funny, "Just an ordinary family."

"what?"

"No need, I told you not to treat him like an ordinary person."

Is that what it meant?
Countless thoughts flew into her mind, and Fan Rong's eyes flickered: "How old is he?"

"twenty-three!"

So young and good-looking...

……

People's enthusiasm and curiosity have their limits. After wandering around for almost two hours, Yu Huiyin and Shu Jinghao felt that it was boring.

With yellow skin, black hair, and dark eyes, most of them can even speak a little Chinese, and they feel no different. The buildings are pretty much the same, and Chinese elements can be seen everywhere. Even the food and specialties are not much different.

It seems to be a city in Inner Mongolia.

Originally, they wanted to take a look at Caifangfang, but Li Ding'an didn't agree, and Fan Rong didn't recommend that they go.

After all, unlike the city center, security is definitely a little worse.

"Take you to a fun place!"

"where?"

Li Ding'an pointed in the distance: "The largest and most high-end shopping mall in Mongolia, Ulaanbaatar Department Store!"

Isn't it a shopping mall?
Yu Huiyin and Shu Jinghao could already foresee that it might not be as fun as outside.

as predicted.

As soon as I got off the taxi, I felt a strong sense of Chinese style and familiarity.

Shu Jing tilted her head, looking left and right: "Why does this building look so like Wangfujing in the capital?"

"That's right: the two buildings are one behind the other. They were both built in the 1950s, by the same designers and construction teams!"

"Ah, we helped build it?"

"Of course!"

While talking, the four people entered the mall.

Yu Huiyin and Shu Jinghao looked at each other with disappointment on their faces.

Haier's refrigerator, Little Swan's washing machine, Hisense's TV, Jingdezhen's plates and bowls, Jieliya's towels, Sanxiao's toothbrush, Colgate's toothpaste...

There are foreign brands too, such as Jordan... No, this seems to be a domestic brand as well.

When you go up to the second floor, you will see some Japanese and Korean brands. There are not many, but they are all expensive, several times more expensive than those on the first floor.

Vegetables and fruits are also expensive. One kilogram of chili costs RMB 60, which is twice as much as beef. It is still the best yellow fat beef.

If you switch to mutton, it will be three times as much.

An apple as big as a fist costs 20 yuan, a pound of cabbage costs 12 yuan, and a cucumber costs 10 yuan.

"Li Ding'an, why is it so expensive?"

“Everything has to be imported, so of course it’s expensive.”

"Where to enter?"

"Of course it's China. All vegetables and fruits, as well as more than 80% of light industrial products, come from us."

"If that's the case, they should have a high sense of identification with us, right?"

Li Ding'an thought for a while and spat out two words: "Education!"

Wang Yongqian was there when we were on the plane. He had nothing to say: Of course there were historical reasons, such as being enslaved by the Manchus for three hundred years, but there were also political reasons, such as they were closer to the north. In order to de-sinicize, the culture has been castrated and fragmented, and Mongolian cultural heritage is not as complete as Inner Mongolia. But Li Ding'an felt that there was a fundamental problem.

Of course, it was just a random thought, and he didn’t really understand it anyway.

After walking around for a while, Li Ding'an took them down to the first floor, then went out through the back door, passed through two alleys, and arrived at a street that was a little old and quaint.

The three girls were shocked: What is this, antique street?
What surprised Yu Huiyin and Shu Jingyin was: There is actually a place selling antiques in Mongolia?

Fan Rong was even more surprised than them: She had been around Ulaanbaatar countless times and felt that there was no road or street that she didn't know, but this was really her first time here.

Looking at it again, it's really pitiful: it's just a small alley, less than fifty meters long, and roughly counting, there are only fifteen or six shops. There are no brands or signs at the door. If you don't go in, you really don't know what they are selling.

"Teacher Li, how do you know this place?"

“Look at the travel guide!”

"Where is the guide?"

"Tiktok (the foreign version of Douyin) is so easy to use!" Li Ding'an grinned through his teeth, "It's also very popular. Do you want to download one for you too?"

Yu Huiyin and Shu Jinghao stared at him together.

Fan Rong was stunned for a long time and pointed to the store: "Teacher Li, I really don't understand this!"

It means that it is most likely a lie and it is best not to go in.

"It's okay, just take a look!"

Li Ding'an took them into the store.

The shopkeeper is a young man, wearing a Mongolian robe and a hat, but he speaks plain Chinese: "Hello, welcome!"

"Ингээдхарцгаая. (I'll show them around)."

"Just take a look, are you a tour guide?"

"Тийм(Yes)!"

"International student?"

Li Ding'an nodded: "Тэгээдчи (what about you)."

"I'm studying in the History Department of the National University of Education (Normal School). School hasn't started yet, and I'm helping my dad look after the store."

The two of them are quite funny: the Mongolians speak Chinese, but the Han people speak Mongolian. The most important thing is, they still answer each other fluently?

Yu Huiyin and Shu Jing puffed their cheeks: Li Ding'an pretended to be a Mongolian again?

The key is to pretend to be a thief: the young man said to introduce him to him, but Li Ding'an said no, he can just come.

Then, the young man's eyes opened wider and wider.

For example, a chiseled silver plate with a typical Mongolian and Yuan style. Li Ding'an talked about the origin, evolution process, and historical periods involved in the decoration, from Xiongnu to Rouran, from Rouran to Turks, and then From the Turks to the Uighurs, and then to the Mongolian and Yuan Dynasties...it is explained in detail and clearly.

Not to mention Fan Rong, even the young man who specializes in Mongolian history feels that he doesn’t know as much as he does.

"Brother, that's awesome. What did you study in China?"

"History, Archeology."

"which university?"

"Kyoto University."

No wonder?
The young man gave a thumbs up: "You are so professional, the salary of a tour guide should be quite high, right?"

"good!"

Li Ding'an said perfunctorily and put down the silver plate.

Yu Huiyin took a look and said, "Why don't you buy it?"

How can I buy a fake one?
Li Ding'an smiled, and Shu Jinghao exclaimed: "Look, the big blue and white jar... is so big?"

It is indeed quite big, about fifty tall, with an abdominal diameter of thirty, thick fetal bones, huge shape, dense and orderly decorations, and a grayish-white solid color.

The painting is a picture of a child playing in the water. The characters are vivid, the lines are soft, the blue and white decoration is deep and rich, and there are varying degrees of black spots. The bottom is unglazed, but there are swirls. Occasionally, small dark red ones can be seen. point.

The batter is even and the clam light is very bright, basically in line with the characteristics of Yuan blue and white.

Needless to say, at first glance, it seems quite real.

Shu Jinghao opened her mouth wide and pointed at the black spot: "Tinguang?"

Li Ding'an nodded.

She pointed to the red dot in the bottom circle: "Volcano red?"

Li Ding'an nodded again.

"Yuan Qinghua?"

Li Ding'an immediately became happy: What good thing are you thinking of?

Shu Jing couldn't hold it back and looked at the label again: 6000000000MNT.

She lowered her head and calculated: in RMB, it’s only a little over 10 million...so cheap?

If the thing is real, it can be sold a hundred times in China...

"Buy it or not!"

Buy one?
"Can you stop daydreaming all the time?"

"Yuan blue and white flowers were originally made in the Yuan Dynasty. Isn't it normal for them to appear here?"

Normal?
It can appear in the Presidential Palace, the National Palace (Mongolian Parliament Building), or the National Museum, but it can never appear here, nor can it be sold for just over 10 million, nor can it be touched casually. arrive.

Don’t think that this is Mongolia, things look similar everywhere, and you think they must be genuine... If you dare to have such a fluke, you will be bankrupt.

Li Ding'an pressed her shoulders and turned around: "Look good... I'm talking about the cabinet, don't look at the tapestries and thangkas (Tibetan Buddhist scroll paintings) on the wall, look at the bronzes, silverware, porcelain... … Doesn’t it look familiar?”

A little bit indeed.

If you just look at these, it seems that they are not much different from the cultural relic shops in Beijing?
Um... Capital?
Shu Jinghao raised her head, her eyes were straight, and she was stunned for a long time: "Pan...Pan Jiayuan?"

"Fortunately, I'm not that stupid."

The objects here, whether they are made of copper, iron, or porcelain, including the colorful carpets on the walls, nine out of ten items are imported from Panjiayuan.

Is it an international traitor? It is normal to dump some cultural relics. It's even more possible that this store is opened by Chinese...

"How...why is this like this?"

if not?
Traveling all over the world, China has the most complete cultural inheritance, and the connection with China here is so deep.

The key is that Chinese people like this, but they don’t have very good eyesight, but they are very confident?

If not, who would you lie to?
Li Ding'an shook his head and continued to look down.

After seeing a few thangkas, he instinctively stopped.

A horizontal scroll, made of cowhide, one meter wide and three meters long, with a man and a woman standing in front of the frontispiece, but not wearing casual clothes.

The painting is very figurative and three-dimensional, not ordinary clear.

Afterwards, as if they had been punished, the heads, limbs, and torsos of a man and a woman were disassembled. After that, they even peeled off the belly, peeled off the skin, took out the internal organs, and took out the bones...

Next to each picture are densely written small characters, which look like Sanskrit, more like they were written in blood.

After a few glances, the three girls shrank back together, feeling that the hairs all over their bodies stood up... It was so scary, even a little disgusting.

Li Ding'an looked at it with gusto, maybe because he didn't see clearly enough, so he took out the magnifying glass again.

After looking at it for more than ten minutes, he straightened up and pointed at the label: "500 million, can it be more reasonable?"

The young man subconsciously asked: "Who will buy it?"

"What do you think?"

The three people hid far away and wanted to hug each other.

"Then twenty million!"

Ha ha?

This is equivalent to a direct reduction from one million yuan to 50,000 yuan.

See, this is the benefit of pretending to be local.

Of course, it may also be that Li Ding'an acted too professionally and the young man felt that he could not be deceived.

Paying on the spot, using WeChat, Li Dingan happily put the long box under his arm.

After looking around casually again, he pointed to a square thangka: "This one is also covered!"

The price was five million Tugriks, which was a little over 10,000 RMB, so he was too lazy to negotiate the price.

When the three girls saw it, their eyes widened again: they were still a boy and a girl, still standing, still naked.

But this time it is even more explicit: Happy Buddha...and the painting is so vivid that even a child will know what these two people are doing if they take a quick look at it.

After squinting his eyes for a few times, Fan Rong had a thought in his mind: How could he choose such weird and uncomfortable things?
Feeling a little perverted? (End of chapter)