Jin Pinmei: A Girl Appraiser

Zhou Zhengguo glanced at her and asked, "Do you think I can recognize it at a glance?"

"You are the head of Zhou." Duanmu Baolian said maliciously.

"If you want to despise me, you can find any reason." Zhou Zhengguo looked at her smirk, and he knew what she was thinking, and said directly, "I took a picture and went back to look through the materials. "

"Okay!" Duanmu Baolian said with a smile, "Take whatever you want."

Zhou Zhengguo didn't speak, picked up the digital camera, shot left and right, horizontal and vertical, and took dozens of photos before he stopped.

"Master Zhou, do you understand bronze wares?" Duanmu Baolian asked curiously. The main reason is that this bronze tripod is full of golden treasures, and the golden light is shining very strongly. It is the strongest among all the items she has seen. a thing.

"Know a little bit." Zhou Zhengguo was very humble. He didn't dare to say something that was too old, but he definitely understood it.

"What is the age of this bronze tripod?" Duanmu Baolian asked.

"Western Zhou!" Zhou Zhengguo didn't think much about this question, and answered directly.

"Oh?" Duanmu Baolian nodded. The Western Zhou Dynasty is so old. Let's read the materials tonight. As for now, if she doesn't understand, she won't talk nonsense.

"Where's the chime?" Duanmu Baolian asked.

"Maybe it's the Eastern Zhou Dynasty..." Zhou Zhengguo focused all his attention on the small cauldron, Duanmu Baolian asked, and he answered casually.

Duanmu Baolian thought about it, Zhou Tianzi Jifa destroyed King Zhou, established the Western Zhou Dynasty, and then the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, but she is not familiar with that period of history, after all, it is too long ago.

She knew about the Western Zhou Dynasty because she had read the list of gods.

"What kind of writing is this kind of writing called?" Duanmu Baolian asked again.

"Ancient characters are rare items." Zhou Zhengguo said while looking at the small bronze tripod, as if it could grow flowers, and said, "At that time, writing was not yet popular, and it was controlled by a few people. In the hands of the nobles, or in other words, at the beginning, the writing was only mastered by the high priests, and the kings and nobles may not understand it."

"Ah?" Duanmu Baolian asked in bewilderment, "Then why is the king in power?"

"At that time, the power of the gods should be above the power of the king." Zhou Zhengguo raised his head and asked, "Is there a magnifying glass?"

"Yes!" Duanmu Baolian said, "I have it in my room, just wait a moment." As she spoke, she hurriedly walked towards her own bedroom.

Zhou Zhengguo stood at the door of her bedroom and waited for her. Although he was a middle-aged uncle, as a man, it was not convenient for him to walk into a girl's bedroom.

Raising his head suddenly, he stared blankly at the ancient painting on the wall, and then, Zhou Zhengguo felt that he couldn't even move his eyes away.

Unable to restrain himself, Zhou Zhengguo walked in directly, staring blankly at the ancient painting—Duanmu Baolian's room was in a suite mode, with a small study in front, and the bookshelves were originally empty. I scoured a lot of books from flea markets, plus those I bought online and from bookstores, and I lined up a lot.

Under the bookshelf, there is a small desk with a white laptop, a bamboo pen holder, etc., all of which are very normal and the model that the little girl likes.

However, on the wall next to it, there is an ancient painting——