Chapter 134 Your Father Will Be Sentenced to Life Imprisonment

"Don't be nervous."

"With these pottery pots and copper coins, you have most likely dug up the tombs of the Ming and Qing Dynasties. Generally, there are not many good products, let alone cultural relics above the third level."

"When the time comes to cooperate with the relocation of the cultural relics part, it is estimated that it will not delay your construction period much."

Zhang Yang felt that he was already very considerate, but Brother Ping An's expression showed no signs of improving at all.

"Teacher Zhang, have you ever thought about it, this is just what they left for me."

Brother Ping An wiped the sweat from his face, pointed at the bag and said:

"It's all heavy and worthless stuff."

"The really good stuff might have been divided among them a long time ago, otherwise they wouldn't have stopped asking me to pay my salary at all."

The construction site guy didn’t ask for salary?

Zhang Yang felt the seriousness of the matter.

"I understand, you are the one they are using to take the blame."

"I think it's very possible!" Wei Pingan said with a sad face.

In his words, the tomb is now like a huge blind box.

If he reported it directly, if the archaeological team discovered that this was the tomb of a historical celebrity and speculated that there were burial objects scattered outside, he would be afraid that he would not be able to explain it clearly!

"Brother, you are obsessed with it."

Zhang Yang took out his cell phone, dialed Captain Liu's number, and explained to Wei Ping'an:

"What age are we in now? Things that come out of tombs are not that easy to sell."

"Hurry up and let the authorities intervene. I know a very powerful detective. He has been waiting for a case like yours for a long time..."

"Is he reliable?" Brother Ping'an asked in a daze.

"You're already like this, you're just treating a dead horse like a living horse."

"That's...ok."

While Wei Ping'an nodded, the call was connected.

"Hey, Captain Liu."

"The suspect is already in place. This time it's not Gabala, it's Tomb."

"Dynasty? Let me take a look."

Brother Ping An opened the bag in time. He was very cautious and did not reach out to take it, as if he did not want to leave fingerprints.

Of course Zhang Yang doesn't need to pick it up.

In Wei Ping'an's eyes, this master treasure appraiser, who looked much younger than in the live broadcast, quickly determined the age of the things with just a few cursory glances.

"The early Kangxi tombs are strange..."

"It's not that the tomb is strange, it's that the things inside are strange. Why do Qing Dynasty tombs have Ming Dynasty copper coins buried with them?"

"Forget it, don't worry about this for now. Do you have anyone on duty? Come here and take everything away first."

After hanging up the phone, Zhang Yang looked at Brother Ping'an who was looking at him eagerly, and comforted him with a smile:

"Relax, you're not the first person to enjoy this kind of treatment."

"And they are much more perverted than you. They bought a human bone necklace."

"Speaking of which, she just took leave today and is going to take her children on vacation. Her life has not changed in any way because of this."

"That's good, that's good." Brother Ping An kept nodding and murmured to himself.

He took out a cigarette from his pocket, put it in his mouth, and sat down on the steps.

"Master Zhang, would you like one?"

"No, you smoke yours while I go to Douyin to study archeology..."

Half an hour later, Captain Liu arrived at the scene with two policemen.

After saying hello, the two police officers quickly checked the contents of the bag, while Zhang Yang introduced the situation to Captain Liu.

"This green-haired brother, I wonder if you still remember..."

Before he could finish his words, there was a "click" and a pair of bright silver handcuffs were placed on Brother Ping An's wrists.

Captain Liu locked Brother Ping An.

Wei Pingan was stunned.

"Brother, didn't you say I can relax?"

Zhang Yang was also stunned.

His hands were so fast that he didn't even notice it before he cuffed it.

Captain Liu: "Remember what? Keep talking, I'm listening."

Zhang Yang: "Is it necessary to say anything else? Why don't you take it back and slowly record your confession!"

Wei Ping'an: "No, brother, I really didn't dig. Haven't I already given everything to you?"

Captain Liu looked at Zhang Yang with a puzzled look.

"Everything is in that bag, I can't confiscate it."

Zhang Yang pointed to the travel bag, and then finished speaking in one breath:

"Do you remember that Brother Ping'an who sells graveyards through live streaming? The things were dug out from their company's cemetery construction site. I just came downstairs this evening and before I had time to get out of the elevator, I saw a green-haired guy swinging behind my car. shake……"

After listening, Captain Liu nodded: "That's right. This bracelet is good for both of you..."

"That's right, Brother Ping'an, you go with them first."

Zhang Yang helped Wei Pingan analyze the stakes.

"The most important thing now is to find those people on your construction site. As long as nothing is lost, you are not responsible."

Wei Ping'an thought for a while, nodded heavily, and turned to look at Captain Liu:

"Comrade police, let's hurry up. I'll go back with you now."

"Are you in such a hurry? That's okay. Master Zhang, thank you for your cooperation."

…

The next day.

Before the broadcast started in the afternoon, Zhang Yang received a message from Captain Liu.

He was asked to contact the person in charge of Douyin to help change the title of Brother Ping'an's live broadcast room.

He probably won't be able to broadcast live tonight, and there are still two coworkers who haven't been contacted.

The two men divided up the golden pot, golden bowl and golden hat top unearthed from the tomb. At present, it seems that they may be the most valuable items among the funerary objects.

Zhang Yang was shocked when he heard Captain Liu's information about the funerary objects.

With so much gold, don't dig out a prince's tomb, right?

But he thought about it again. The Feng Shui of the graveyard that Brother Ping An had seen before was not too much for burying a prince or a prince.

It was a pity that this tomb was brought to light too late.

If it had been a dozen years earlier, Zhang Yang had no doubt that Wang Guosheng and his brother would have taken the things in the tomb to the Hailin Museum openly.

Now, it is likely that the Linhai Municipal Museum, which only has a few thousand pieces of collections, has put them in the warehouse.

"Forget it, let's continue to appraise treasures!"

Zhang Yang opened the live broadcast room. With the jade belt hook, there must be many treasure friends who are willing to donate their "ancestral" things to the Hailin Museum.

At least there is a free seaside vacation!

"Welcome this treasure friend named [Invincible Tyrannosaurus Rex God of War], it seems that he is a friend." Zhang Yang said with a smile.

He thought that this ID came from a famous meme picture.

But as soon as the treasure friend who was connected to the microphone spoke, everyone in the live broadcast room was shocked.

"Master (sniffling), can you help me see if these copper coins are real?"

"This is what my grandfather hid under my pillow."

"My dear, how old are you?" Zhang Yang asked in surprise.

The little boy who spoke must not have passed the voice change period yet.

"Just turned 11 years old."

[Child? ]

[Wrong, it's a naughty child]

[Master Zhang, be careful that he applies for a refund for underage money]

Zhang Yang felt that the barrage made sense.

He didn't rush to see the Kangxi Tongbao coins held in the chubby little hand, but first looked at the fan card level of this person.

It's only level 1, so it's okay.

Start to appraise treasures.

Zhang Yang felt that it only took him three minutes to break the defense of a leek seedling.

"Fake, yours is a low-end imitation."

"This one is also fake, the craftsmanship is wrong."

"It's still fake, little brother, does your grandfather sell fake money or collect fake money?"

Zhang Yang heard that the child's breathing became heavy on the other side of the video.

It's not a good thing to be too concerned about gain and loss at such a young age. Fortunately, you met Master Zhang.

"This is real, I'll give you 40."

"Fake, fake, fake..."

"Okay, call it a day!"

"Little friend, the business of ancient coins is too complicated, your grandfather can't grasp it at all, don't think about it, just do your homework well."

Zhang Yang said earnestly.

In the camera, the youngest treasure friend in the live broadcast room was a little irritated.

He angrily slapped the copper coin on the bed, muttered "all fakes", and then stood up.

"Teacher, don't disconnect it yet, I have a good thing in the bottom of the box."

"That thing is quite hard, do you want to see it?"

[Did he say hard or OK? ]

[It should be hard, this child should be an old fan of Master Zhang]

[The treasure in the bottom of the box of the bear child, it won't be the answer to the summer homework]

"Look, treasure friend, you must see it."

Half a minute later, the child aimed the video at a complete tiger skin.

It has a head and a tail. Although the hair is a little detached, the pattern is very complete.

This is what everyone saw with their own eyes. It was taken out of a big wooden box. It is indeed a treasure at the bottom of the box.

"Hehehe~"

The child on the other side of the video laughed happily.

He didn't notice at all that the smile on Zhang Yang's face had disappeared.

The skin of a big cat in Northeast China is still old skin. It was peeled off in the 1960s. Who can laugh at this?

[Note: Not a static picture]

[Is this the skin of a big cat? ]

[Good guy, it starts at ten years]

[If it's true, it's too cruel. Ivory and tortoise shells are all younger than this thing]

"My dear, does your family know about this thing?" Zhang Yang asked a little entangled.

This guy is underage, and he doesn't look like someone who has money to buy a big cat.

"I know." The child was very happy: "I found this on the second floor of my house when I went back to my hometown."

"It must be my father or my grandfather who got it."

"How old is your grandfather this year?"

"He should be 80 this year."

"Oh, that's good, your grandfather should be fine."

"It's just hard for your father."

Zhang Yang took a deep breath and told the naughty child:

"For this thing, if it's normal, your father should be sentenced to life imprisonment."

The naughty child thought Zhang Yang was joking and replied: "Six."

"It's a thing that starts at ten years, and you're still here Six six six. "

"Little friend, you are purely killing your relatives for the sake of justice!"

[I am dying of laughter, this naughty child]

[I am his father, I am probably going to be pissed off]

[A story about fear of marriage every day]

[I suggest that this child's father quickly open a small account]

Seeing the screen full of mocking comments, the naughty child finally panicked. Not only did the camera start shaking, but he kept saying:

"No, no."

"This thing is definitely not real."

"Don't panic, are your parents around? Give them your phone."

Zhang Yang thought about it, and there was nothing to say to a half-grown child.

We still have to find a guardian.

The naughty child was obedient at this time, and quickly shouted to the distance:

"Dad, come back soon."

"Just that tiger skin, said to be sentenced to life imprisonment!"

Two minutes later, a middle-aged man appeared in front of the camera with sweat all over his head.

[Where is Dad?]

[Here it comes, the victim's third perspective]

[Welcome to the No. 1 father of the year, the most loving father and filial son episode]

[Leniency for confession, severity for resistance, arrested, sentenced to ten years]

The father of the naughty child looked at the live broadcast room for a while, looked at the barrage, and combined with what his son said beside him, he finally figured out what had just happened.

The sweat that had just been wiped off his forehead came out again.

"Old, teacher, this skin is inherited from my ancestors."

"Yeah, I believe it."

Zhang Yang nodded and picked up his phone to check the time.

"Brother, where are you from?"

"I'm from Changchun."

"Is it close to the police station or the public security bureau?"

"It's quite close."

"Oh, that's good." Zhang Yang nodded: "You have at most half an hour, hurry up and make up a decent story."

"In half an hour, you may lose at least ten years of freedom."

"Ah? No, no, no, teacher, this is inherited from my ancestors, I have never traded it."

"It's useless to just say it, you have to produce evidence to convince the police." Zhang Yang helped him analyze.

The man thought for a moment, took out his phone, and showed Zhang Yang two photos, both of which were taken when the tiger skin was nailed to the earth wall.

According to him, the tiger skin has always been in his house.

His father, the grandfather of the bear child, used to be a member of the tiger hunting team.

As soon as the word "tiger hunting team" appeared, Zhang Yang instantly understood.

In the 1950s and 1960s, because of the fear of tigers hurting people, the tiger hunting team, a special group, hunted thousands of tigers cumulatively.

It is not surprising that a few tiger skins are circulated among the people.

But the bear child's father is still very worried:

"Teacher, we have not shown this thing to anyone except you."

"You haven't taken it out and used it, so you shouldn't go to jail, right?"

"No." Zhang Yang comforted: "Lock this kind of thing in the future, don't let the child take it out and show off."

The man opposite breathed a sigh of relief, then nodded in agreement, subconsciously turned his head and began to look for something in the room.

Zhang Yang guessed that he was probably going to prepare "bamboo shoots and fried meat" later.

…

“Brothers, those who have children at home should watch out!”

Although the microphone connection has been disconnected, Zhang Yang couldn’t help laughing when he thought of the silly laughter of the naughty child.

What a filial son!

It can only be said that he took it out for identification instead of secretly selling it.

“Come on, welcome the next treasure friend, [What to eat at Jaguar tonight], this ID should not be a naughty child.”

The treasure friend on the microphone appeared in front of the camera with a human face mask with a silver metallic luster in his hand.

The facial features on the mask are very delicately carved, the face is a bit plump, and the top of the head is painted with hair; the earlobes on both sides are pierced, showing signs of use.

The treasure friend asked Zhang Yang: “Teacher, can you see this?”

“It can be seen, but it’s a bit scary.”

“From the shape of this thing, you can tell that it is the mask of the Khitan nobles of the Liao Dynasty.”

Zhang Yang has seen these things on various marketing accounts related to cultural relics.

The so-called mask is a mask that Khitan nobles put on their faces after death. It is made of gold and silver, and is 100% a burial object.

"Turn this thing over, let me see the back."

[Why do the front and back look the same? ]

[This thing has a strong three-dimensional feel]

[Old things are different, it must have been pulled off the face of a dead person]

[Is it from the tomb of a general of the Liao Dynasty in Niuxin Mountain]

After a while, Zhang Yang has confirmed that this is indeed a mask of a Khitan noble in the Liao Dynasty (Northern Song Dynasty). It is made of pure silver, which means that the original owner of the mask was not low in status.

The most rare thing is that the appearance of this thing is very well preserved, and there is almost no major damage on the front and back.

"Baoyou, is your surname Yelu?" Zhang Yang asked a somewhat inexplicable question.

"No."

"Well, it basically rules out ancestral inheritance. Tell me, where did you dig this?" Zhang Yang crossed his arms, with a playful expression.

"The person who sold it to me said that he bought it from a local when he was digging coal in Chifeng." Baoyou's answer was quite straightforward.

It is said that in Chifeng, there are more than 700 Liao Dynasty tombs surveyed by the cultural relics department.

Good news: the seller did not lie.

Bad news: the police were dispatched.

"Teacher, is this thing real?" Baoyou was still struggling with the authenticity.

"Not only is it real, but it is also very dangerous."

Zhang Yang thought about it. The gilded silver cover in the Capital Museum is a real first-class cultural relic.

This one is made of pure silver, so it can definitely be rated as second-class.

"Then... should this be donated?"

When Zhang Yang heard Baoyou say the word "donate", he felt so uncomfortable that his back teeth were about to break.

"Not really, brother." Zhang Yang comforted: "Your thing has a higher cultural value than economic value. Do you understand what I mean?"

"It just doesn't sell for much money." Baoyou translated.

"However, the museum will give you certain spiritual and material rewards in consideration of your contribution to the national cultural relics cause."

"I understand, the certificate plus a bonus of 500 yuan."

"It's not 500, it's the money you paid for this thing, plus an additional bonus. Of course, the premise is that you have to find the right museum."

Thanks to the top brother FluffyFluffy for the 500-coin reward!