The strongest Shannon

Chapter 312 A Lie That Doesn't Stand Up to Scrutiny
Most of the day passed quickly. After Mo Wensheng and Zhao Kai left the pond, they returned to the old house with Chen Fang. They sat on the stone benches in the yard, escaped from their respective notes and sat and compared them.

After some summarization, Mo Wensheng asked Zhao Kai to make a summary, looked up to Chen Fang who was making tea, and said, "Okay, Xiao Chen, don't be so busy, we will go back to the town, and the people who went to other villages should also come back."

"It's not busy, and I can't help you much. Just do some work of serving tea and water. This is what Mayor Wu specifically instructed. By the way, Mr. Mo, shall we have dinner here tonight?" Chen Fang handed over a cup Water, grinning.

Mo Wensheng shook his head and said, "No, I still have some gains today. We have to have a meeting to discuss tomorrow's work when we go back. Don't underestimate your role. Without you, we wouldn't be able to get along with the villagers so easily. It can be seen that the old people in the village agree with you, which proves that you have indeed done a lot for this village and have done well."

Chen Fang grinned, scratched his head and said, "Have you gained something today? To be honest, I followed for a long time, but I didn't notice any useful information. It really is a layman watching the fun, haha."

"There is a specialization in art!" Mo Wensheng smiled disapprovingly, pointed to the notebook and said, "I have gained something, from the legends and stories told by these elderly people, I went to embellish and exaggerate the part , you can extract useful information, and you will know the specifics after summarizing, what is certain now is that that kind of stele is not accidental, and you can be sure that your village has dug it out before!"

It was the first time for Chen Fang to see their working methods, and he still felt it was very fresh. He nodded after thinking for a while and said, "So I remember that when the stele was dug out, the old people in the village said that it would be Evil things, I seem to have seen them somewhere in the ancestral hall, but if you don't mention these things, I will really forget them."

"Haha, this is the advantage of Laolaibao. You young people have all kinds of things to consider in your mind. Older people are different. They don't need to work hard. They have enough time to dig out those things from the depths of their memories. The information that was left in a corner." Mo Wensheng smiled with emotion.

Chen Fang thought about it, and it was indeed the case. After thinking about it, he said, "Since we are sure that we can dig it, after you collect the information, if you need to find a place to dig in Chenzhuang, we can communicate, and I will try my best to make it easier for you. "

"That's all right. With your words, we can save us a lot of trouble. This is the greatest help to us!" Mo Wensheng was also in a good mood after having gained something, and laughed: "However, in terms of specifics, we mainly have to look at the surrounding area. It is not yet possible to deduce the approximate scope of the situation.”

While the two were talking, the sun had turned to the west, and Zhao Kai had already collected the information collected today, so he was about to go back and extract it further. Before sending them out of the village, Chen Fang said: "By the way, Mr. Mo, you asked for it from me back then. The fellow who walked the broken stone tablet recently came back, are you interested in meeting him?"

Mo Wensheng stopped, frowned and said, "Where's the stele? Is it still in his hand?"

"It seems that he was dragged to the capital to sell it. At first I thought it was just a broken stone tablet, so I didn't care about these things. He came back two days ago and told me that he had sold it."

"Hmph, I don't have any knowledge. Do you know that it is a cultural relic, maybe it is a national treasure, and it is smashed and sold like this, or it may reduce our work!" As soon as Chen Fang said that, Zhao Kai Suddenly he squinted and snorted coldly, it was strange that his expression was not anger, but contempt and disdain.

The good impression he had had from chatting with the old people in the village before was wiped out, but Chen Fang ignored Mo Wensheng and turned to Mo Wensheng to save face.

Mo Wensheng also sighed, waved his hands and said: "Zhao Kai, don't say that, such things are very normal near this kind of ancient tombs. In the past, people often dig out cultural relics. Bottles and cans can be used. Take it home and use it, who will explore the cultural value and meaning behind it.

But there is no way to do it. After all, survival and life are the most important thing for ordinary people. They have no mood or conditions to learn about history and culture. They might as well pick up a jar and use it home! "

Zhao Kai turned his head coldly and didn't look at Chen Fang. He didn't change his disdain for Chen Fang or even the whole Chenzhuang people because of these words; but Chen Fang was moved by Mo Wensheng's words again, and he recognized this kind old professor more and more in his heart. .

In fact, as he said, there are probably more cultural relics and antiques destroyed because of unknown value than those in circulation on the market. This is not a question of right or wrong at all. Zhao Kai's cognition can only be said to be too naive.

In the early years, broken cultural relics discarded at random can be seen almost everywhere on the hillside. As for wandering around the nearby villages, I am afraid that every household can see a few complete cultural relics, some in the pig's nest. It is not uncommon for some of them to be food bowls for cats and dogs.

People in that era didn't know much about these things like people do now. Even if a few people realized the benefits and sold them, they were mostly fooled. Most of them were cultural relic dealers who went to the countryside to carry this black bag. People from various villages wandered around and bought those treasures that should have been priceless at extremely cheap prices.

In fact, thinking about the fact that I 'given' the broken stone tablet to Lu Haijun, it was not much different from these cultural relic dealers. I didn't know the exact value of the stone tablet at the time, and besides, it was already broken. At least Chen Fang didn't think so. Sell ​​at a loss.

"How about this, Xiao Chen, when he comes back, please make an appointment for me. I want to know more about the situation of the stele and see if he has any more information in his hand. Alas, if I can find some more clues now, I will help you." It's a good thing." Mo Wensheng thought for a while and said.

"Success, he also wants to ask Mo Lao for advice after hearing about this, so I will inform him next time I see him." Chen Fang said with a smile, and he also hoped to collect more useful information from Lu Haijun. But presumably this possibility is not great.

"A dealer in cultural relics has the nerve to ask Professor Mo for advice. What kind of people are these?" After being educated by Mo Wensheng several times in succession, Zhao Kai still muttered, seeming very dissatisfied that Mo Wensheng promised to meet Lu Haijun.

Mo Wensheng smiled bitterly, waved his hands at Chen Fang and said, "I hope you, a fellow villager, are a serious antique dealer and not a dealer in cultural relics, otherwise I will lose all my principles for this project!" He said with his hands behind his back Leaving step by step.

Seeing Mo Wensheng and Mo Wensheng disappear at the end of the cement road, Chen Fangcai turned back to the yard. Even Zhao Kai could guess the identity of Lu Haijun, so how could he not know?

It's just that his appearance was very suspicious at the beginning, and he was related to Jiuyou Hanquan. Chen Fang was about to slowly discover the hidden information, but unexpectedly, the matter dragged on until now, and it happened to intersect with the archaeology of Mo Wensheng and others.

The materials on the mountain temple have been piled up, and the army and navy who are looking for craftsmen must have appeared. After all, Mo Wensheng and others have already arrived, and it is time to reveal the truth little by little.

How did Lu Haijun recognize the rare Congshan country stele, and was the death of his father, the old bamboo craftsman more than ten years ago, really what it was rumored to be?There are also those tomb robbers who suddenly appeared in Qingshan Town, what is the relationship with the practitioners, and whether they are related to the mountain country, the truth of these things needs to be discovered little by little.

Sitting in the yard for a few minutes, Chen Fang felt that among all the known things, the most unpredictable thing was actually Director Feng. He was still not sure whether that guy was a practitioner or not.

"No matter who you are, no matter what your purpose is, if it threatens the interests and peace of Chenzhuang, then be prepared to stay at the foot of this green mountain..." Chen Fang looked at the big green mountain in the distance , said something to himself, then got up and went straight to the mountain temple, some arrangements had to be made in advance.

The busy time will always slip away faster. Not long after waking up the next morning, Lu Haijun, who had disappeared for a few days, appeared at the gate of the old house, with a black and fat face full of smiles.

"Hehe, Xiao Fang woke up quite early. I went to Erniu's for breakfast just now, and I brought yours here." Before Chen Fang greeted him, Lu Haijun entered the courtyard and put the breakfast in his hands on the stone table. .

Chen Fang glanced back at the other party, and said with a smile, "Brother Haijun, please, when did you come back? You've already eaten breakfast, and I couldn't find you yesterday."

"It's not for the renovation of mountain temples and ancestral halls. I went to other places to find a group of craftsmen. The materials are easy to talk about, but it's hard to find good craftsmen these days. It took a lot of effort, but luckily I found them." A group of craftsmen who have been handed down from their ancestors to do these crafts!" Lu Haijun sighed and said cheerfully.

Chen Fang subconsciously squinted his eyes, sat down at the stone table and said, "Thank you! By the way, the provincial archaeological team has come down. Yesterday I met Professor Mo, the leader of the team. He agreed to chat with you, saying I want to inquire about the broken stone tablet."

After taking a mouthful of porridge and deep-fried dough sticks, Chen Fang caught a glimpse of a gleam in Lu Haijun's eyes, but then he said with a look of surprise: "Oh, really? That's great, that's great, Professor Mo is a master of antiques." , I can ask his old man for advice, and I will be able to brag about doing business in the future haha!"

While eating breakfast, Chen Fang nodded and asked casually: "I heard you said earlier that you are playing antiques, so you are still doing this kind of business? How is it? Prosperous Antiques and Troubled Times Gold, it is quite profitable, right?"

"Eh haha, it's just a small fight, and I'm just making a living." A look of astonishment flashed across Lu Haijun's face. He didn't understand why Chen Fang suddenly brought up this matter. He responded with a haha, and then admired the yard again. Come, it seems that this small old house has endless scenery.

"Everyone in your business keeps a low profile," Chen Fang also said with a smile, and then asked tentatively, "Has Brother Haijun researched anything on that broken stone tablet? Later, I heard that Professor Mo said he was interested in the stone tablet. I was going to ask you to buy it back, but unexpectedly you sold it so soon, what a pity."

Lu Haijun blinked his eyes, with a smile on his face, and stared at Chen Fang for a few seconds before slowly saying: "I am mainly doing business, so it's a pity that I can't research anything. It's a coincidence to say it. Well, a friend in Beijing happened to have a hobby of collecting inscriptions, so I just shot."

Chen Fang drank his porridge with his head down, and responded casually, as if he didn't care much about the matter at all. His reaction made Lu Haijun quietly relieved.

Even though his head was lowered, how could Chen Fang not know Lu Haijun's reaction at such a close distance, and continued to eat his delicious breakfast with a sneer on the corner of his mouth.

It is obvious that Lu Haijun is lying, no matter what the reason is, but he is undoubtedly covering up something. In fact, there are many things in this matter that cannot withstand scrutiny. I think he is suspicious.

An unpopular and broken stone tablet was bought by a shrewd man in his business at a price of [-] yuan. He said he wanted to take it back for research, but he quickly sold it within a few months and sold it to a so-called Friends in the capital, even if you don't test Lu Haijun's reaction, Chen Fang knows that the credibility of this matter is only [-]%, but now, it is absolutely certain that it is a lie.

Since it is a lie, it has something to cover up. What is the army and navy covering up?Secrets from the Mountain Country?Or the ancient tomb that the gang of tomb robbers were looking for?
Chen Fang felt that in the future, all he had to do was wait for these people to show their true colors.

After eating breakfast slowly, Chen Fang got up and said with a smile, "Let's go, let's go and see the craftsmen you invited from other places, but let's talk about it first, if the old people in the village are not satisfied with it, it's okay, ha ha."

"Haha, of course, don't worry, everyone's craftsmanship is superb!" Lu Haijun stood up, patted his chest and assured.

(End of this chapter)