Chapter 150 Professional Submission of Cultural Relics

"Come, young Abin, tell your story."

Although Baoyou only showed Zhang Yang the floor after connecting to the microphone and did not take the initiative to say hello, but considering the barrage he just posted, it is still worth looking forward to.

"Teacher, is it safe here for you?"

Baoyou's voice was a little soft, like a secret agent.

Zhang Yang lowered his voice unconsciously:

"Safe, absolutely safe."

"Brothers, put protection on the barrage."

"Okay, I believe that a big anchor like you won't snitch."

Zhang Yang nodded and reassured Baoyou that he would definitely not be able to do such a thing.

Because if it was really a big deal, it wouldn't be his turn to report it. There were a lot of "insiders" in the live broadcast room, so just anyone would arrange it for him.

With Zhang Yang's assurance and encouragement from the barrage, Baoyou's camera slowly moved from the ground to the table.

There is a green porcelain piece about the same size as a flat plate on the table. The porcelain piece is slightly curved and has broken stubble around it.

[Why does it look like a glazed tile?]

[Is this a robbery of the Forbidden City?]

[From my perspective as a layman, it is indeed a judgment]

Zhang Yang didn't make as much fuss as the barrage, and was even a little disappointed.

It’s just a piece of glazed tile. In the two ancient city sites of Chang’an and Luoyang alone, countless such tiles have been excavated.

The only thing that remains in doubt is the age of this thing.

"Production date: 1601"

Not even in the late Ming Dynasty.

"Did you buy this glazed tile from the Ming Dynasty?" Zhang Yang asked Baoyou.

"Ming Dynasty?" Baoyou was a little surprised and muttered subconsciously: "Isn't it the Tang Dynasty?"

After two seconds, Baoyou seemed to have figured it out, and asked with joy in his tone: "Can the ones from the Ming Dynasty be traded?"

"Then...teacher, this thing is passed down from my ancestors."

The ancestors are a bit flexible.

Zhang Yang just pretended that he didn't hear Baoyou's last words, even if he was whimsical, he didn't think so.

He continued to inquire: "The person who sold you the item told you it was from the Tang Dynasty? Did he tell you the origin of the item?"

"Yes, he said he was..." Baoyou hesitated for a moment, then whispered in an undetectable voice: "He said he was from Famen Temple."

Famen Temple again?

The glazed bricks last time, the glazed tiles this time, these people are really good at stealing them.

Zhang Yang remembered a certain treasure friend from before, with a smile on his face.

"Friend Bao, don't tell me that you bought this thing from the person who appraised it in my live broadcast room last time?"

"Yes, yes." Baoyou replied repeatedly: "I just chatted with him privately and bought it from him."

"After I bought it, I saw someone saying that he looked like he was selling stolen goods to tomb robbers."

"I didn't know when I bought it. It shouldn't be illegal, right?"

"Yeah, I believe you don't know." Zhang Yang replied while suppressing a smile.

It’s useless for him to believe it anyway.

Any serious person would ask a tomb robber to buy something, and they would say "you won't find out until after you buy it". What a fool!

"In the future, don't buy things with questionable sources like this. It's not safe."

"I understand, I'll buy it from the teacher next time."

"I don't sell such things." Zhang Yang waved his hand: "To be precise, I don't sell anything related to ancient buildings here, because most of these antiques have incorrect origins."

"Then my piece, is it from Famen Temple?" Baoyou asked, looking at the glazed tile in his hand.

"Of course it is. This should have been stolen by the group of cultural relic thieves when Famen Temple collapsed."

"Isn't that temple from the Tang Dynasty? This is a tile from the Ming Dynasty."

"The things in the underground palace are from the Tang Dynasty, and the tower was rebuilt during the Wanli period of the Ming Dynasty." Zhang Yang explained to Baoyou: "The tower from the Ming Dynasty fell down, revealing the underground palace from the Tang Dynasty underground."

[This person dares to buy without knowing anything]

[He also bought the real thing, which is the most annoying thing]

[Don’t be angry, he will go in immediately]

Looking at the barrage of sentencing that filled the screen, Baoyou asked the question he was most concerned about:

"Teacher, if I surrender now, how long will my sentence be?"

Zhang Yang shook his head.

"It's hopeless? Still can't come out?" Baoyou asked in horror.

"It's not that serious." Zhang Yang told him: "If you only buy this one, hand it over, and then reveal the seller, you'll basically be fine."

Other treasure friends are "both good and fun-loving", so they become leeks;

This treasure friend was "fearful but insisted on playing", and ended up scaring himself badly.

After listening to this, Baoyou thought for a moment and suddenly said:

"If the seller has already gone in, does it still count if he has to come out again?"

Then, Baoyou explained clearly the reason why he was so panicked.

After he bought the glazed tiles, he joined the seller's "Collection Enthusiast Exchange Group."

Yesterday, someone suddenly said in the group that the seller was taken away by the police.

The group management asked everyone not to panic, not to do anything recently, and wait until the limelight is over.

"They didn't panic, but I panicked. This was my first time playing, and this happened to me."

Baoyou's tone when he said this was beyond words, not to mention how uncomfortable he was.

"It's okay, it's not a big problem. If you confess now, you are also helping the police to supplement evidence. It will definitely be considered a meritorious service."

Zhang Yang’s words also received support from the online police in the live broadcast room.

x-on: Linhai Internet Police: [Baoyou, feel free to call the police and be lenient if you confess]

x-on: Capital Internet Police: [Please contact your local police as soon as possible]

x-on: Douyin Yaoyao Ling: [Please call Yaoyao Ling as soon as possible to explain the situation]

"Teacher, are there really Internet police in your live broadcast room?" Baoyou swallowed with some difficulty.

"No, you are wrong." Zhang Yang comforted with a smile: "Some people hang up their Internet police IDs, which is actually a trick."

"But you'd better contact the police as soon as possible, otherwise you will become an accomplice."

"I know, I'll go right away." Baoyou agreed and quickly disconnected the microphone.

…

The real old fans in the live broadcast room have long been accustomed to the Internet police.

They are more concerned about other issues.

[Can’t we play with ancient buildings?]

[If it is handed down from ancient times, can I play it?]

[The century-old ancestral house was built with Han bricks, does it count as a legacy?]

[Can I sell the glazed bricks I bought on September 30, 1949?]

"Starting to put bugs here again, right?"

Zhang Yang felt his brain hurt when he thought about the questions raised by the barrage.

He quickly connected to the next treasure friend.

"Come, treasure friend, look at your treasure."

This new treasure friend was not in a hurry to show off his stuff, but asked Zhang Yang a question first:

"Teacher, can animal products be identified?"

Zhang Yang gave an ambiguous answer:

"If you think it's a punishment, then punish it."

"Then I probably won't be punished."

Baoyou said, taking out a small black wooden box. After opening it, it was covered with yellow brocade cloth.

The collection is quite exquisite, but the things on the brocade cloth are shocking.

"If I read correctly, this is a salted fish?"

Zhang Yang was a little confused.

What Baoyou brought was a dried salted fish. It looked like a bream. It was probably quite old and the skin had turned black.

But the age estimate is also limited, because except for the head part of the fish, which is a bit rotten, other parts are in good condition, and even the fins on the back and abdomen can be clearly seen.

[Just tell me if it’s an animal product]

[Baoyou is telling the truth, it is indeed not a punishment]

[This fish should be less expensive than the box]

"This salted fish is extraordinary. Teacher, can you determine its age?"

Salted fish, era?

Seeing that what Baoyou said was serious, Zhang Yang looked at it intently.

When he saw it, he was shocked by the age on the item information.

"Production time: 215 years"

Salted fish in the late Eastern Han Dynasty?

It has been preserved for such a long time and is still in such good condition. It is no longer pickled fish, but a fish grown in salt.

"Is this fish of yours salty?"

"ah?"

"I'm sorry I asked the wrong question. I just wanted to ask, where did you get this?"

"This is a gift from a friend, along with several other things."

Baoyou shook the camera, and there were other objects placed next to the salted fish.

But he didn't seem to show what he meant by "several things."

"Friend Bao, there is nothing you can't watch in our live broadcast room. Just shoot it openly." Zhang Yang frowned and pretended to be impatient and said: "You are not a female anchor, why are you still covering it?"

"Aren't you afraid that the Internet police in the live broadcast room will arrest me?" Baoyou said with a smile.

But he is an honest person. After Zhang Yang clicked on him, he immediately showed the camera what he didn't want to show just now.

It turned out to be two cylindrical pottery vessels with hat-like lids on top, shaped like a barn.

Zhang Yang understood the shape of the instrument immediately when he saw it.

These two items are typical funerary objects, and they are the artifacts used to hold millet in ancient tombs.

He touched his forehead a little embarrassed and said:

"Friend Bao, I can't help you."

"It's okay, Master Zhang. I originally planned to donate these two."

Baoyou raised the small book in his hand to indicate that this was not the first time.

This kind of red book is familiar to anyone who has handed over cultural relics.

"Is Baoyou specializing in handing over cultural relics?" Zhang Yang asked curiously.

"Teacher, if you want to call me stupid, just say so."

"No, no, I mean, you are quite a nice person!" Zhang Yang praised.

"These barns are from the Eastern Han Dynasty, and so is the salted fish. Did you get them from the same source?"

【channel? Tomb! 】

[Is this salted fish also a burial object? 】

[A bit awesome, salted fish from more than a thousand years ago]

[After more than a thousand years, salted fish finally became a cultural relic]

"They were all sent by friends."

Baoyou nodded and showed the camera to the salted fish again.

The audience in the live broadcast room are all using "respect", and it's not too much to show a little respect to the salted fish that has been around for more than a thousand years.

"If this fish is donated to a museum, can it be displayed?" Baoyou asked, "Will it be considered a cultural relic or an animal product?"

"It must be considered a cultural relic." Zhang Yang smiled.

"I suggest you send it to a larger museum. Nowadays, theme exhibitions are popular, and your salted fish can perfectly show the living standards of the people during the Eastern Han Dynasty."

"There should be enough cultural relics of the third category."

"I think so too." Baoyou grinned and said, "I want to send it to a provincial-level museum and give this salted fish a career title."

"It also gives us ordinary people like us salty fish a little confidence."

With Baoyou’s last words, the situation suddenly opened up.

【Salted Fish Tears】

[Got it, I’m going to pickle myself with salt]

[The real questions from Huatu in my hand no longer taste good]