Live appraising treasures, I became a national treasure expert?

It has a maroon exterior wall, a wide gate, thick pillars and fences, and a huge rock carving painting above the gate.

Elementary school students will watch it when they come: the great Soviet Red Army and the heroic Mongolian warriors resisted the Japanese invaders.

Li Ding'an stared at the relief for a long time, then muttered: "Look, does it look like Director Wang?"

"Which one?"

"The shortest one, the one with the katana, and the one with the mustache!"

Yu Huiyin pursed his lips and punched him.

Li Ding'an said "ha": Even calling him a devil is considered a slight.

We agreed to bring him to the world today so that he could see how the upright and upright Director Wang gave gifts to others. Fortunately for Wang Yongqian, the entire inspection team was brought back from top to bottom, not a single one was left behind.

What the heck do you know?
You can't just throw it away and leave it alone. There is no other way. Li Ding'an took them to visit the Albahere (former capital of Hangai Province) Museum.

I don’t know how many things there are, but it is built with a sense of time. It is absolutely no problem to say which city in China this is the Anti-Japanese War Museum Memorial.

After reading the introduction, I realized that it was really renovated from the Soviet-era Revolutionary Museum.

The ticket is not expensive, about RMB 5. As soon as you enter, someone introduces you to the museum. There is a translator who can speak Chinese, and it is not expensive, only RMB 100 for four hours.

Li Ding'an was not very interested and was too lazy to speak, so he invited two people at a time.

The building is not high, with only two floors, but it covers a large area and has many cultural relics on display, basically covering the main historical periods from the Stone Age to the 20th century.

Unfortunately, the level of the two translators was not very high. Their Chinese was stumbling and mixed with a lot of Mongolian vocabulary. Except for Fan Rong, everyone else became more and more confused as they listened.

Seeing Li Ding'an's soul wandering in the sky, as if he was asleep, Yu Huiyin poked him: "Li Ding'an, what is the 'Gaiji' period?"

"This is the Chinese transliteration: Shang is called Guifang, Zhou is called Chidi, and collectively they are called 'Guidi', which refers to the nomadic people on the Mongolian plateau at that time."

“Isn’t it Beirong during the Shang and Zhou dynasties?”

"Rong is Rong, Di is Di, one is to the south of Yinshan Mountain, and the other is to the north of Yinshan Mountain. In the pre-Qin period, they often united to invade the south, so they were collectively called Di... But in the period of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, there were distinctions: the south of Yinshan Mountain was Qiang, and the Yinshan Mountain was To the north is Hu, so it is called "Isolating Qiang and Hu".

"What period does the Mongolian Tribal Federation refer to?"

"The period of the Xiongnu tribal alliance after Chidi was around the fifth century BC, and then until the founding of the Mongolian Yuan Dynasty."

“Are there many nations and tribes?”

"There are so many, it's like too many to count, but you only need to know the main periods: Chidi, Xiongnu, Xianbei, Rouran, Turk, Uighur, Jiankun, Meng Yuan... No..."

Li Ding'an came back to his senses and said, "There is a translator, why don't you ask him?"

Yu Huiyin blinked and said nothing. Li Ding'an listened for a while and said, "I understand. It's really just a translation. You can only speak according to the label."

Beyond the label, nonsense begins: Was the Huns driven away by Rouran?

Where is the Xianbei in the middle?

Who took the credit of Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty, Wei Qing, Huo Qubing, Dou Gu, and Dou Xian?

Fan Rong translated in a low voice. Shu Jinghao, Xiao Tian, ​​Xiao Jiang, and Fang Zhijie all had bulging faces, as if they were watching a joke.

It only costs 100 yuan in half a day. No county museum in China has this price. How much do you want to ask for?

Li Ding'an stared and coughed. Suddenly, everyone's expressions became serious.

He turned around again: "Thank you both, let's go around by ourselves!"

The tour guide turned around and left as if he had been granted amnesty.

"Li Ding'an, why is he talking nonsense?"

"It's really not nonsense. The most you can say is that he is unprofessional."

"why?"

"Forty or fifty years old, born in the 1970s or 1980s, he naturally received a post-castration cultural education. It's good that he didn't say that the Huns were driven away by the Slavs. Plus, his education level is not very high, so naturally he talked about it. All wrong..."

"How is that possible?" Yu Huiyin glared at him, "He can also speak Chinese?"

"Don't doubt it, I'm self-taught!"

Fan Rong testified: "Miss Yu, they are indeed self-taught, because there were no schools specializing in teaching Chinese in Mongolia before..."

Yu Huiyin didn't speak, just nodded.

After a rough look, the group of people was divided into two groups. Yu Huiyin followed Li Ding'an, and the others followed Fan Rong.

Shu Jinghao originally wanted to follow, but Li Ding'an made an excuse and said he wanted to have a few words with Yu Huiyin. She didn't doubt it and jumped over there.

Yu Huiyin looked at him strangely: "Why did you let her go? You used to take Xiao Shu with you everywhere?"

Li Ding'an sighed: I'm busy, not stupid.

On the day Quan Ying came, after helping her pick out clothes, Li Ding'an clearly felt that something was wrong with Yu Huiyin's look at Shu Jinghao.

It's not just Shu Jinghao, but also Xiao Tian, ​​Xiao Jiang, Fan Rong... As long as they have something to do, they will come to him. Yu Huiyin's eyes are very strange.

He didn't know the reason, but at least he knew what to do.

"You are talking, why are you sighing?"

Li Ding'an responded casually: "She will definitely ask this and that, but she is not in the mood today and doesn't want to talk!"

"I'm asking you if you want to tell me?"

"speak!"

Yu Huiyin narrowed her eyes and smiled, holding his arm.

The first floor was mostly filled with ruins and models. After casually walking around, the two of them went up to the second floor.

The second floor is basically full of cultural relics. Looking at the introduction, they range from the Stone Age to the 20th century. Most of them were excavated in the Orkhon Valley area. Li Ding'an became slightly interested.

Needless to say, there are a lot of tourists, many of them foreigners.

Yu Huiyin chattered away, her interest undiminished.

"What is this, a tool for pounding medicine?" Li Ding'an lowered his head and took a look: a peach leaf-shaped stone slab with traces carved on the edge, and a round stone pestle strung across it.

"The flat one is the chopping board, the round one is the rolling stick!"

"what?"

Yu Huiyin stared, with a don't fool me expression.

Although she doesn't know Mongolian, she knows numbers. The label reads: 800-300BC, BC means BC.

At that time, Mongolians knew how to roll noodles?

“I’m not going to lie to you, it’s just used for rolling millet peels. It should have been passed down from the Xinglong settlement in the Neolithic period.”

"Xinglong...China?"

"Yes, the ruins are in Aohan, Inner Mongolia, right next to Qinglong Mountain."

"Oh……"

The two of them continued to watch.

"Hey, Li Ding'an, look, a rubbing of Chinese characters?"

Li Ding'an took a glance and immediately became happy: "Que Teqin Monument, Emperor Xuanzong's imperial pen... The excavation site is not far from here, forty kilometers south of Hara and Lin!"

"Ah, it's so awesome, then why are you laughing?"

"This is the eulogy written by Emperor Xuanzong of the Tang Dynasty in memory of the late Turk Quete Khan. Look at the first sentence: I was captured and became father and son... Let me translate it for you: I am your father... Over there, like Do you see any words similar to Tadpole script? They are in Turkic script and are carved on the dark side of the stele. It is said that they were carved by the brother of Quete Khan, Bijia Khan. They are also eulogies. Let me translate them for you: All Han people. Bad guy..."

"what?"

Yu Huiyin felt that Li Ding'an was fooling him again.

"I'm not going to lie to you. The records in domestic historical materials are much more detailed than this. They are both in "Book of Tang" and "New Book of Tang". If you don't believe me, check it out."

"I'm just curious."

The two of them continued to look down, and as they walked, several people gathered in front of them, blocking the entire aisle.

There is no choice but to go around from the side.

There seemed to be followers all around, with only a man and a woman in the middle looking at something. Typical Asian face, speaking in Japanese: "Is this the one?"

"Yes Mr. Fujiwara!"

The person who asked the question was a man, holding a magnifying glass in his hand. After looking at it for a while, he shook his head: "I can't tell the authenticity for the time being, so what guarantee do they have?"

"The payment can be deferred. There are three days after the auction. Whether it is asking for expert appraisal or testing, it is completely enough..."

"That's no problem...besides this one, what else is there?"

"A set of gold harness, twenty-four pieces in total, as well as a silver crown, a jade jade, and a scripture!"

"All here?"

"Correct!"

"What about the price?"

"Twenty million dollars!"

"Well, let's take a look first!"

The man straightened up, and just in time, Li Ding'an walked to a position parallel to them and subconsciously glanced into the counter.

Good guy, Yu Jianjuan (scabbard decorated with jade)?
The man also saw him and frowned: "Chinese?"

This time the words were spoken in Mongolian. Li Dingan remained calm and replied in Mongolian: "What's the matter? Is something okay?"

The man shook his head and made a gesture of invitation.

Li Ding'an smiled and walked straight forward.

"Very pure Mongolian, with the typical Sylvan retroflex sound (similar to Russian)!"

"Well, maybe local!"

"Your Excellency, don't worry, even if you are Chinese, you can't understand Japanese..."

Li Ding'an sneered: I can't understand you, uncle?
incredible?
If I understand correctly: the cultural relics in a state-owned provincial museum can be auctioned?
And it’s still Jade Jianjuan?
There is no doubt that as long as there is nothing wrong with the item, it must have been given by the Han emperor to the Huns or Turkic Khans, and it must have been unearthed near Haraholin.

The only difference lies in which emperor gave it to him, whether it was Han, Jin, Sui or Tang.

Li Ding'an was patient, and Yu Huiyin kept asking questions, but he didn't answer anything.

Because my mind is not here at all.

"what happened to you?"

"Nothing, keep reading!"

After almost half an hour, when the group of people came downstairs, Li Ding'an took three steps and two steps at a time and walked to the counter where Jianjuan was.

Looking at the label, it turns out that it was indeed unearthed near Haraholin. According to research, it is a tomb of a Hun noble from 49 BC to 78 AD.

It is speculated that it should be one of the jade objects given to Huhanxie Chanyu of the Xiongnu by Emperor Yuan of the Western Han Dynasty when he was conferring marriage.

Granted marriage... Hu Hanxie Chanyu... Isn't this just Wang Zhaojun's dowry?

Li Ding'an was immediately shocked.

Looking at the shape, it does look like Han jade, and the jade quality is still high-quality Hetian jade. At first glance, it seems quite real, and it does look like it has been buried for thousands of years.

But upon closer inspection, I always feel that the jade secretion is a bit shallow, only on the surface, as if it has been soaked.

After taking a few glances, the more he looked, the more wrong he became. Li Dingan took out the magnifying glass again.

Immediately, his eyes widened: Haha, fake?

Where did that really go? (End of chapter)