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"Master Zhang, I went to buy some goods, but I'm out of town now."

On the phone, the owner of the gold and silverware shop sounded panicked and helpless after hearing Zhang Yang's words.

He just wanted his wife to check out the store, so why did he open the relic coffin and clean it?

I ask you to be more diligent and wipe the dirty things when you see them. This is how you punish me, right?

"Actually, this can't be entirely blamed on my sister-in-law. I think she only plays Yao Yao when spraying pesticides. It's normal for her not to understand cultural relics like the relic coffin."

"Huh? She's working with another man again?"

On the other end of the phone, the boss said "again", which made people think.

The furious beating on the table after that said it all.

"Brother, calm down. The current situation is that there is a relic coffin from the Song Dynasty. It contains relics that are suspected to be from the death of the eminent monk. My sister-in-law washed them away."

Zhang Yang felt that the boss was focusing on the wrong thing.

The top priority now is not to focus on whether his wife has cybercuckolded him, but what to do next.

Even if righteous viewers’ reports are not considered, how should those Yangcheng Internet police squatting in the live broadcast room respond?

Otherwise, just donate it to the museum. We are professionals and we will handle this problem.

"Wash it off? Really? Didn't you say she was farming?"

"It was the relic that was washed away, not that she died."

"Oh, that's okay." The boss's tone became much calmer: "For this kind of thing, Director Zhang, don't worry, I have someone above me."

"Just buy whatever you need to buy, don't delay the business."

"Does the person above you have so much energy?"

To be honest, Zhang Yang didn't really believe what his boss said.

Relics are the most precious treasure of Buddhism, and religious matters are not so easy to deal with.

Boss: "Let's try it first. If it doesn't work, we can still divorce."

Zhang Yang: "..."

Your answer is quite convincing.

"Then, please keep this silver coffin with you for now. After the relevant legal risks are eliminated, you can mail it to me."

"No problem, we will definitely solve it soon."

The boss said it very quickly, and Zhang Yang thought it was at least ten days and a half.

Unexpectedly, it would be just three days later.

When Zhang Yang received the silver relic coffin, it also included an identification certificate.

The certificate was issued by an expert named Qiu. After his appraisal, this Song Dynasty silver product was a modern imitation.

Counterfeit goods can be bought and sold, so there is no legal risk.

"Is this okay?"

Zhang Yang went to ask Master Wang for advice.

Teacher Qiu who issued the certificate, he and Master Wang both knew each other and had even met offline.

If you are playing around like this, nothing will happen, right?

"It's a bit outrageous, but it should work."

Master Wang held the silver coffin in his hand and looked at it for a moment, then nodded with a sinking face.

"Report it to the Cultural Relics Bureau and apply for it to be a third-level cultural relic."

"Then let the people from the Cultural Relics Appraisal Committee start a war of words with Lao Qiu. It won't take more than a year and a half to get the result."

"What happens next?" Zhang Yang asked.

There will always be results one day.

"By then, this silver coffin has been on display in our museum for more than half a year. It will be time to take it offline and replace it with a new batch of cultural relics."

"As for this old museum collection, they don't have to hand it over. They will always give us some explanation."

Master Wang's method is simply "time assassin".

It took half a year to turn the source of things from a store into a museum.

Zhang Yang thought it made sense, but he still thought of a loophole.

"What if there is a fool and we have to keep investigating after half a year?"

"It's okay, Leng Touqing's leader will stop him."

Master Wang looked at this silver relic coffin with a complicated expression.

He introduced Zhang Yang to the possible origin of this cultural relic.

In the middle of the last century, a large number of ancient temples were completely destroyed during that massive campaign.

Master Wang has seen several relic coffins like this, and it is basically certain that they were cultural relics from Buddhist temples in southern Shanxi during that period.

Trace the source? Unless someone goes crazy.

"Speaking of which, the store owner's father and I participated in the rescue excavation of some ancient temples."

"Perhaps it was hidden at that time, and now it is brought out by the prodigal daughter-in-law."

"Perhaps she is already the ex-daughter-in-law." Zhang Yang corrected and continued to ask more business: "Is his father also an expert in Yanjing?"

"No, he is a tomb robber who washed his hands in a golden basin."

"ox!"

This was the second time Zhang Yang heard from Master Wang about his cooperation with the tomb robbers who had washed their hands of Jinpen.

No wonder it was said that that time was the golden age of archeology!

I don’t have to look for the grave myself or dig it myself, which is very refreshing just thinking about it.

Zhang Yang thought of Cheng Laoer and the others inexplicably.

Now, have these two backbone members of the archaeological team put the Han Dynasty pottery figurine back into the tomb?

…

"Why put it back?"

Mao Shiqi stood beside the robber's cave and asked Cheng Laoer:

"Did you step on the sewing machine and go crazy? Wouldn't it be over if you just threw it into the tomb passage?"

As he spoke, he wrapped some soil around the pottery figurine in his hand and threw it into the hole like a bowling ball.

"Is this okay?" Cheng Laoer touched his cheek, his eyes showing shock.

"Of course. Have you never moved goods before?"

Mao Shiqi looked at Cheng Laoer and suddenly felt that his previous view seemed wrong.

Although this man was very accurate in reading tombs, he didn't seem to know much about anything other than selling rice.

Could it be that I've been in there for a long time and I'm unfamiliar?

He patiently explained to Cheng Laoer:

"In the past, I was too lazy to bend down to pick up popular goods like pottery figurines if they fell off on the road."

"Other teams should be similar. Otherwise, why would there be so many left in this tomb?"

"I really haven't moved much. You said so, so that's fine."

Cheng Laoer accepted Mao Shiqi's approach. He sent a message to the archaeological team's group, indicating that he was done with his work and could now call the police.

Then he asked Xiao Chu in the group:

"Where are we going now?"

The other party responded instantly and asked them to go to northwest Hubei.

There was a treasure friend there. Someone in the village was digging a cellar and unexpectedly dug out salty sand.

"Salty sand, isn't that sea sand?" Cheng Laoer analyzed: "In southwest Hubei, we probably dug the Chu State's quicksand tomb."

"Quicksand Tomb?!"

Hearing this word, Mao Shiqi, who was sitting on the ground, stood up excitedly:

"Let's go, let's go quickly."

"Why are you so excited?" Cheng Laoer asked doubtfully.

Now it is not like a few decades ago, when you need to use the "kite turning method" to enter this kind of ancient tomb, Mao Shiqi has no room to show off at all.

Just fake it into a construction site and dig it with an excavator.

After all, quicksand tombs are generally tombs from the Warring States Period to the early Western Han Dynasty, and are far less large than the ancient tombs of later generations.

"Hahaha. Of course I want to go and see how many tomb robbers are in that tomb!"

Mao Shiqi couldn't help laughing.

He just wanted to see how the previous waves hit the beach.

As for him, this backlanger, sorry, he is now a temporary worker in the official archaeological team, so he has nothing to fear!