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"This is the real thing!" Wei Laosan was still arrogant.

At this time, the old village chief, who had been watching the show for a while, stood up and said:

"Okay, everyone can see that you are a fake, so stop pretending."

"Zhang, curator, right? Come on, let's go to my house and talk about my real products!"

"It's not necessary. I'll just buy this bronze mirror. If you want to sell it, just sell it. If you don't sell it, forget it."

"Let's go to the next one." Zhang Yang directed.

He can give Wei Fuguang another chance.

If there are still only fakes, then go directly to the ancient temple and then go home.

The cousin led the way, and behind Zhang Yang and his group, there were two more little tails - the old village chief and Wei Laosan.

One wants to add money, and the other wants to watch a show.

Zhang Yang can understand if he wants to add more money, but what is Wei Laosan going to do if he follows?

Soon, the answer to this question emerged.

Because a fat aunt brought up a treasure from the cellar of her home, which was a bronze chime.

Looking at the material, production time, distressing methods, etc., it is the same batch as Wei Laosan's.

"Your boss's surname is not Cheng, right? Cheng Yaojin's Cheng."

Zhang Yang asked Wei Laosan and his aunt, and the answer he got was:

“Everything is inherited from our ancestors.”

"Okay, okay, it's passed down from our ancestors!"

Zhang Yang knew that nothing could be learned from these two people. He looked at Wei Fuguang's cousin:

"Cousin, did you buy your bronzeware with them?"

My cousin didn't speak.

Wei Fuguang threatened him to pay back the money, so he pried his mouth open.

We actually bought them together.

Although Weijiagou is located in a remote location, it is actually very famous in the surrounding areas because of its long history.

More than ten years ago, people came to the village to collect things.

In recent years, the number of people coming to receive goods has increased, and the prices offered have been extremely high, so someone in the village thought of "business tips".

These bronzes were bought by some smart people in the village from Zhongyuan Province.

The target customers are naturally people like Zhang Yang who go to the countryside to receive goods.

Wei Laosan was smarter. He not only sold bronzes, but also purchased some porcelain online.

The old village chief was new to this business, so the things he bought were the most flashy.

"You didn't buy it from Yanyunjian Village, did you?"

When Zhang Yang heard that Zhongyuan Province was the source of goods, he immediately thought of the world-famous "No. 1 Bronze Village".

One-third of the people in that village are engaged in the production and sale of antique bronzes.

This ratio is similar to that in Weijiagou Village.

According to my cousin, one-third of the farmers in the village have bought fake antiques.

It's a bit like an antique version of Tazhai.

Zhang Yang doesn't want to care about this kind of thing, and he can't care about it.

I guess the local police can't do anything about it.

Because the bronzes they have sold have not received negative reviews so far.

Even if some buyers find out that they have been fooled, they may have consciously applied the rules of the antique circle and think that they have been fooled.

"Let's tell you, is there anything real?"

Now that the conversation has started, Zhang Yang doesn't hide his goal:

"I'm just here to collect collections for the museum."

"Don't worry about the price. It will definitely meet your requirements. Moreover, I can buy things that are prohibited by the country."

"Really?" asked the old village chief.

Zhang Yang glanced at him and shook his head: "You can't add a penny."

"As long as it's an antique, is it okay?" Wei Laosan suddenly said.

"Roughly the same."

Zhang Yang thought of the stone mill in the old village chief's yard and added:

"But it still needs to be rare, preferably artificially made."

"Absolutely rare, absolutely handmade, come with me!"

Wei Laosan answered very confidently. He kicked away the fake chime clock in front of him, walked up to Zhang Yang, and made a gesture of invitation.

…

Ten minutes later, the woodshed in the backyard of Mr. Wei's house.

Wei Fuguang looked at the "antiques" in front of him and couldn't help but say:

"I'll blanch it!"

Zhang Yang next to him was not much better, with a very serious expression.

In a dilapidated woodshed, there are actually two large stone sculptures over two meters high.

One is wearing an official hat and robe, holding a wat tablet in his hands on his chest;

The other one is wearing armor and holding a sword.

These are two stone statues guarding the tomb passage, one civilized and one military!

"Is this an old thing?"

Wei Laosan patted the body of the stone statue with a smile on his face.

Zhang Yang nodded.

They are indeed two stone statues from the Southern Song Dynasty.

If it were just the civil and military specifications, the identity of the tomb owner should be second grade or above.

There is a high probability that he is a descendant of the royal family.

"This is where you come from..."

Zhang Yang was about to ask about the source of the thing, but was interrupted by Wei Fuguang's voice.

"Brother Yang, please, don't call the police."

"I feel like this thing is from the big tomb you mentioned at the entrance of the village."

"If we call the police, the archaeological team will come, and they might dig up ancestral graves."

"What does the ancestral grave of the Wei family have to do with your Wei family?" Zhang Yang asked rhetorically.

"Who knows whose family the one dug up belongs to?" Wei Fuguang said with a sad face, "This is Schrödinger's ancestral tomb."

"Before digging it out, there was no way to determine who was inside, but if it belongs to my family, I will be beaten to death by the old man."

Even a heartless little nightclub prince will trigger a protective mechanism when his ancestral grave is threatened.

Now it was Zhang Yang's turn to be in trouble.

"Wei Laosan, please tell me first, where did these two stone statues come from?"

"It's in the back mountain. It's been in my house for many years. It's an ancestral treasure."

When Wei Laosan was talking, he glanced at the old village chief.

When he found that the other party was showing signs of opening his mouth, he decisively dragged him into the water:

"The old village chief's father moved a unicorn back home."

"It was sold to people who came to the village to collect cultural relics several years ago."

Kirin?

Zhang Yang thought about it for a moment, and he should be talking about Xiezhi (xiè zhì). Now the cemetery's specifications are much higher.

It’s interesting. Could it be that a prince from the Southern Song Dynasty was buried in this remote and remote place?

Seeing the half-smiling expression on Zhang Yang's face, Wei Fuguang thought to himself:

Damn it, Brother Yang is excited!

He quickly spoke to stop Wei Laosan's stupid behavior:

"If you dare to say one more thing, I'll find someone to kill your tongue tomorrow."

So cruel?

Zhang Yang raised his eyes and glanced at Wei Fuguang. Sure enough, the richer he was, the more obsessed he was with his ancestral graves.

"Okay, I'll think of a way."

"Contact the archaeological team to investigate your big tomb. If it has not been stolen, I will help you determine the location. You can offer some incense and protect it well."

"What if it has been stolen?" Wei Fuguang asked.

"I'll ask them to help you block the hole."

"Fuck, thank you bro!"

Wei Fuguang was about to kneel down and thank him, but Zhang Yang quickly supported him.

There's no point in kneeling down, it's better to owe a favor first.

The next step, of course, is to ask Mr. Cheng and others if they have any schedule.

I don’t know how the quicksand tomb is being explored...

Zhang Yang called and asked.

I specially turned on the loudspeaker for Wei Fuguang to listen to, to reassure this kid.

"Hello? Mao Tugong, how are you doing over there?"

There was a noisy voice on the other end of the phone. Mao Shiqi seemed to be shouting, and replied:

"We are still digging. The excavator was just put in place today and we have been digging all morning."

"Wait a minute, it seems to be shipped..."

"I dug out a skull and leg bones. Brother Yang, do you want to take a look?"

Mao Shiqi's words echoed in the main room of Wei Laosan's family.

Except for Zhang Yang, everyone present opened their mouths in surprise.

Is this really... an archaeological team?

Thanks to Naihe Qiaobianyi and Xin Wei for their 100-coin reward! I will make an update during the National Day to make up for what I have owed in the past few days.