Don't pretend, anchor, I've seen you touch the golden talisman!

Chapter 125 Meeting the road is hard, it must be the rivers and lakes

Lin Yi stuffed the pots into his bag and packed them up, then wandered around pretentiously before returning to the hotel.

Once back in the room, lock the door and close the curtains.

Then he carefully took out the clay pot from the bag and placed it on the coffee table in the living room.

"5000 yuan! You bought these broken pots, and you still say we got them?"

"Don't underestimate these jars. You know why that buddy costs 2000 yuan for each jar, and the price is almost the same as the market price."

Wang Qiang shook his head with confusion on his face.

"That's right, he doesn't look like an expert no matter what."

"It doesn't matter whether you are at home or not.

Because he himself knows the origin of this thing, the thing is definitely the real thing, and he can go to the Internet to check the information, and he can almost estimate the real price.

He didn't listen to him, he almost said that he had slipped his mouth in the end, he dug it himself, and then changed his mouth and said he picked it up? "

At this time, Wang Qiang slapped his forehead.

"Oh, I just said how this kid slipped so fast, it's not right to co-operate with this thing.

That's not right, since we got it at the market price, why do you say we copied it? "

Lin Yi nodded, picked up one of them, and illuminated the inside of the jar with a flashlight, saying:
“Look at this, this mark in the soil, and this patina, the value is only in the rust.

From this, it can be concluded that these few things are not only artifacts, but also sacrificial vessels. "

"I'll take a look."

Wang Qiang took the jar and looked at it with a flashlight for a long time, but couldn't see why.

"This imprint is the imprint of copper shells. In the Shang and Zhou dynasties, metal coins have been used, usually made of bronze. In the Western Zhou Dynasty, the weight of these copper shells became lighter, and there were holes in the middle for easy stringing carry.

Maybe this old man was lucky enough to dig out the bucket of a certain important figure in the Western Zhou Dynasty and dig out these three pottery pots. They should have been filled with copper shells and buried with them.

These three jars happened to be a set, which he didn't know.

Let's win 5000 yuan. If we want to sell it, we can at least quadruple it. "

"Hey! Or you, Old Lin, have sharp eyes! Or let's stay in Xijing for a few more days and see if this guy has anything else he wants to do."

Lin Yi waved his hand.

"Once these jars are released, he probably won't show up again in the recent period."

"Then what are you talking about? Now that you've caught it, go to sleep! There are still thousands of kilometers to go."

"Master Wang, you have worked hard. After this thing is sold, you will have half of it."

"Master Lin, you are in a bad mood!"

After saying that, Wang Qiang jumped onto his bed, and soon started snoring.

Lin Yi shook his head, got up and looked at the three jars again and again, muttering a few words.

Zhang Qiuli, well, this guy is a bit interesting.

When they got up the next day, it was already three o'clock in the morning. After eating mutton steamed buns, they left Xijing and headed north.

After driving for a whole day, I finally drove back to my hometown in Miyun just in time for dinner.

The house in my hometown was left by my grandfather's generation. Wang Qiang's parents and uncles supported the third-line construction at the beginning, and finally settled in a different place.

Wang Qiang is the eldest grandson of the family and spent his childhood here.

At that time, my grandparents were still alive. At that time, my grandfather always took him to the reservoir for fishing.

Now the two elders have long since buried themselves in the ground, leaving behind the homestead of this courtyard.

No one lives in it, and no one cleans it up. A few years ago, it was contracted to a homestay, and it was slightly repaired.

A few years ago, we caught up with the global plague pandemic, and the homestay could not continue. After the contract expired, the house was completely deserted.

Most of the original playmates went to other places with their parents, and the rest were also floating in Shangjing.

There is really no one here except for some old people.

It just so happens that no one knows them, so it's best to hide and relax.

We were exhausted along the way, and we didn't care about the sense of ritual of "returning rich and honored to our hometown", so we settled in the two bedrooms that were vacated when we were building a homestay.

Later, I will find someone to repair this well.

After the two of them settled down, they lived a comfortable and comfortable life every day.

The decoration of the house is directly handed over to the decoration company to take care of it. The two of them drive around when they have nothing to do, go fishing in the reservoir, go monkeying, broadcast live broadcasts, and chat with netizens.

During this period, many people both online and offline came here to ask Lin Yi for help in viewing the haunted house.

But none of them can activate system tasks.

In line with the principle of being rich and not making bastards, Lin Yi also took on a few jobs to help local tyrants look after their private houses, so as not to sit back and eat.

More than three months have passed in a flash.

In these nearly 100 days, there are new things happening around me every day, and all kinds of hot searches emerge one after another, and the popularity of "Jingjue Ancient City Archaeological Tour" has almost faded.

Lin Yi felt that it was time to get rid of those "hot" weapons.

After lunch that day, Lin Yi called Wang Qiang, took Wukong with him, and drove straight to Panjiayuan, the cultural and antique market in Shangjing.

There are quite a few well-known antique trading markets all over the country.

If you want to say that it is the most famous, you have to count Panjiayuan.

Whether it is a novel, a movie or a TV series, it has added countless mysteries to this market.

There used to be a lot of people flocking here, dreaming of getting rich overnight.

There are also people who poke holes here, fall into the trap set up by others, and go bankrupt overnight.

Lin Yi and Wang Qiang are basically laymen now.

To be on the safe side, I didn't bring the few things I got from the tomb with me on this trip.

Instead, I brought the three clay pots from the Western Zhou Dynasty that I received in Xijing Ghost Market.

In Lin Yi's words, pick up any leaks, and try to get rid of these three things first if there are no leaks. This is called throwing stones to ask the way and testing the depth of the water.

In order not to attract attention, I deliberately picked a Monday to come.

As the old saying goes, on Mondays, business is rare.

After the lively scene of the previous weekend, the market on Monday did seem a little deserted.

There are not many people practicing stalls.

The two of them strolled around and didn't see anything missing.

Those who can still set up stalls in Panjiayuan at this time are all old Jianghu, and they have a clear conscience.

After walking around for a whole day, my feet were sore from running, and my stomach was growling with hunger, but I didn't pick up any leaks.

"I said I came here yesterday, but you insist on coming today. Look, is there anyone here?"

Wang Qiang sat on the steps next to the door to rest.

It happened that a few people inside opened the curtain and walked out, still chattering.

"Pan Jiayuan is just like that. After walking around for a whole time, I didn't find anything I like. Let's go. We can still go to Shenyang Road in the afternoon."

When Wang Qiang heard this, he suffered from an occupational disease and took over the conversation:

"What do you guys want to see? Why don't you take a look at the few pieces I brought."

As soon as the people around them stopped, they saw a young man coming out of the room, staring at Wang Qiang and Lin Yi cheerfully, and bowed slightly.

"You worked hard!"

Wang Qiang was stunned for a moment, then quickly stood up and waved his hand, and was polite:

"Me? No hard work, no hard work."

As soon as the young man's face changed, he rushed to the door and shouted:

"Boss, let's smash the kiln ((a layman grabs business)."

After a while, a voice came from the house and said:

"It's silt, it's silt (drive it away, drive it away)."

It's hard work when we meet, it must be Jianghu!
The shopkeeper and the waiter were full of gossip, which piqued Lin Yi's interest.

(End of this chapter)