gifted collector

342 Mist
Night had fallen, and the crowd that surrounded them had already dispersed. After all, they were all doing archaeology. Although it was exciting to dig out important cultural relics, after the energy passed, they all calmed down quickly.

Only Fang Ming and Sima Xiangqin were left by the pit.

Fang Ming held a rechargeable lamp in his hand, and the strong light shone on the pit, which was completely white, and Sima Xiangqin was inside.

"how is the situation?"

Fang Ming and Sima Xiangqin stayed here to look at the scene. There were two main purposes. One was to see if there might be other cultural relics below. Is there any place that is easier to excavate, and the place that is too deep must be reserved for excavation tomorrow, and there are other places to see if the site needs to be protected.

At this time, Sima Xiangqin had been groping in the pit for a long time. Fang Ming was patient at the beginning, but now he couldn't help it.

After a while, Sima Xiangqin straightened up, shook his head, and said: "There should be nothing else, and here is mainly sand, so there shouldn't be much to protect. We'll concentrate our efforts on this area tomorrow." Just do a deep cleanup."

In archaeology, where a cultural relic is unearthed, there are often other cultural relics very likely to appear, but this does not mean that other cultural relics will definitely appear.

Sima Xiangqin has a lot of experience. After spending nearly two hours, she is basically sure that there should be no other cultural relics except for the gold vessel that Ma Tian dug out.

With that said, Sima Xiangqin crawled out of the pit, first clapped his hands, and then patted the sand on his clothes.

"Hey, I'll go down and have a look too."

Fang Ming said and handed the lamp in his hand to Sima Xiangqin, and then jumped down into the pit with a "bang".

Sima Xiangqin shook his head, adjusted the angle of the lamp in his hand, and made the bottom of the pit white so that Fang Ming could see it more clearly.

Fang Ming who jumped down the pit looked at it carefully for a while, then squatted down and stretched out his hands to probe down.

In the desert, the temperature difference between day and night is relatively large. At this time, the sun has already set for a while, and the pit is relatively deep, so when his hand is inserted into the sand, he immediately feels a chill.

"what?"

Fang Ming looked at the Pixiu on the back of his right hand through the light, and found that it was green!
If according to my previous speculation, the yellow one is the Tang Dynasty, then the green one should be the Song Dynasty after the Tang Dynasty!
Is this sand layer from Song Dynasty?

Is this really the case?
Fang Ming took another look at the Pixiu on the back of his right hand, and found that under the snow-white light, it really showed a green color.

"Fang Ming!"

"Fang Ming! Fang Ming!"

"What's wrong with you?"

"Oh? I... nothing..."

Fang Ming paused, then raised his head to find that Sima Xiangqin was looking at him worriedly.

"Is there really nothing wrong?"

Sima Xiangqin looked puzzled. Fang Ming had been squatting in the pit for a long time without making a sound, and he yelled for a long time before he realized, are you okay?This is impossible!
Crawling out of the pit with hands and feet, shaking his head, he said with certainty: "It's okay, I just want to see what's going on inside, hee, after all, it's the first time I've seen such a thing, so I'm curious."

"Oh……"

Sima Xiangqin didn't believe it, and still looked at Fang Ming suspiciously.

"Let's go, let's go back and see what is excavated."

Fang Ming didn't answer Sima Xiangqin's words, turned around and walked towards Sun Ming's tent.

Sima Xiangqin was taken aback. Fang Ming's behavior was really a little strange, and it seemed that Fang Ming didn't want to say anything. He shook his hand, and the snow-white light swept across the bottom of the pit. After looking at it for a while, he didn't find anything wrong. Tuo Ye could only shake his head and follow Fang Ming to Sun Ming's tent.

Sun Ming's tent was brightly lit, but there were still many people. Of course Sun Ming and Liang Bo were there, and Ma Tian was the only one else.

"You are here, sit down."

Seeing Fang Ming say that Sima Xiangqin is here, Liang Bo pointed to the chair next to him.

"Ah."

Fang Ming and Sima Xiangqin agreed and sat down.

Fang Ming heaved a sigh of relief after taking several mouthfuls of tea, and his eyes fell on the cultural relic on the table.

"A round gold box with a flying lion pattern?"

Fang Ming narrowed his eyes, and on the table was a gold box with a diameter of about 20 centimeters. What surprised him was not that a gold box was unearthed here—archeology is an infinite possibility, no matter how much you dig. It is not surprising that anything came out. What surprised him was that he had read an antique in some materials, and it was too similar to the one in front of him. The only difference was that the one in front of him was made of gold. , The one I saw before was silver!

"Well, that's right, it's indeed a round gold box with a flying lion pattern."

Sun Ming nodded lightly. There are certain rules for the naming of antiques and cultural relics. Generally speaking, they are determined by the decorations on them or their size and shape, so Fang Ming's name is valid.

"In that era?"

Fang Ming's heart suddenly moved. He remembered that he found the Pixiu was green in the pit before, and according to the previous speculation, green should represent the Song Dynasty.

What if... what if the box in front of me is from the Song Dynasty, then everything will be corresponding, but what if the box in front of me is not from the Song Dynasty?

Fang Ming stared at the box on the table, he hoped to hear what he needed from Sun Ming or Liang Bo and others.

"From the Tang Dynasty, this is something from the Tang Dynasty."

Liang Bo's words stunned Fang Ming.

Tang Dynasty?

Tang Dynasty?
Why is it from the Tang Dynasty?

This is illogical!
The soil layer is from the Song Dynasty, so there should be cultural relics from the Song Dynasty. How could there be cultural relics from the Tang Dynasty?

Accident?

Or... for another reason?
For a moment, countless thoughts flooded Fang Ming's mind, but it seemed like a mess, and there was no answer at all.

As for whether Liang Bo and Sun Ming made a mistake in identifying the cultural relics from the Song Dynasty as those from the Tang Dynasty?Fang Ming never thought about this possibility, because with their experience and vision, how could they make such a mistake?

"Fang Ming, why do you have such an expression?"

Fang Ming covered his head, there was a sharp pain, obviously he was slapped severely, when he turned his head, he found that the one who slapped him was obviously Sun Ming.

"What are you looking at? I asked you what you were thinking, and you were always in a trance."

Sun Ming's seniority is much higher than Fang Ming's, and if he fights, he will fight. What can Fang Ming do?
"The soil layer there is from the Song Dynasty."

Fang Ming's words made the tent suddenly quiet. Sun Ming and the others are experienced veterans, and they immediately understood the true meaning of these words.

Cultural relics of the Tang Dynasty appeared in the soil layer of the Song Dynasty?
Of course, this is not impossible, but why does such a thing happen?Was it a person from the Song Dynasty who buried things from the Tang Dynasty in the soil?
The problem is that the cultural relics excavated from the entire tomb before are all Tang, and the soil layer is also Tang-except for the previous tomb.

At this time, the soil layer of the Song Dynasty appeared?

"Are you sure it's the soil layer of the Song Dynasty?"

After a long time, Liang Bo seemed to wake up suddenly.

"Well, it should be."

Fang Ming was not very sure, he judged that the soil layer of the Song Dynasty was based on the color of the Pixiu, and whether his Pixiu could "identify" the age was not yet conclusive.

"Go and see."

Liang Bo couldn't sit still and stood up and wanted to go outside.

When Ma Tian saw it, he immediately stretched out his hand to grab it, and said, "Old Liang, it's too late now, let's go tomorrow, and there is no rush for a while."

"Huh! If you don't go and see, you won't be able to fall asleep tonight."

Sun Ming also stood up and walked out.

Seeing such a situation, Fang Ming and others knew that they couldn't persuade them anymore, so they walked out of the tent together and walked towards the place where Ma Tian dug out the gold box.

The night was getting deeper, and the temperature in the desert had dropped relatively low at this time, and the entire camp had already quieted down. Occasionally, a few tents were still lit, but most of them were already plunged into darkness.

When Fang Ming and his party of five walked around, their feet stepped on the sand, making a slight rustling sound, which was particularly clear in the quiet night.

"Who!"

Just before approaching the place where Ma Tian had dug out the gold box, a deep voice suddenly came out of the darkness.

Fang Ming was startled, kicked hard on the ground with his calf, moved a bit, and blocked Sun Ming and others behind him.

"I, Sun Ming."

Sun Ming behind him gave Fang Ming a hand, and then spoke. After a while, there was a slight sound in the darkness, and then there was no more sound.

"It's the protectors, the people stationed nearby."

Sima Xiangqin explained to Fang Ming in a low voice.

With a twitch in his heart, Fang Ming didn't expect that there were still people from the garrison scattered here, but thinking about it, it's normal. The archaeology here has been going on for so long, and the news of digging up high-value cultural relics must have already spread. People who protect here can't believe what's going on.

Walking to the edge of the sandpit, Fang Ming turned on the lamp in his hand, shined it directly on the bottom of the pit, estimated the depth, and said, "Old Liang, this pit is relatively deep, why don't I go down and dig it out for you?"

Liang Bo knew his own family affairs, and knew that it was impossible for him to go down at his age, especially now that it was night.

"it is good."

A few minutes later, Fang Ming handed the excavated soil to Liang Bo, but Liang Bo picked up a handful of soil and put it in his mouth without being polite.After smacking it a few times, he nodded and said, "It is indeed from the Song Dynasty. Fang Ming's statement is not wrong at all."

In the middle of the night, the desert wind felt a little chilly on people's bodies, and everyone who was silent felt that the atmosphere was a little depressing.

"Go back first, if you have any ideas, let's talk about it tomorrow."

It was Sun Ming who finally broke the silence. To be honest, even with his experience, he felt that everything was shrouded in fog, and the fog was getting thicker and thicker!

A group of people walked to the tent. They all knew that there would be no conclusions if they continued to discuss at this time, but go back to sleep first. The important thing is to use this time to sort out the views in their minds. It would be better to discuss them tomorrow.

(End of this chapter)