Chapter 155: The Air Force Goes Down to the River when They Get Anxious?

"Good afternoon, Master Zhang. Can you help me take a look at this thing?"

The Baoyou who spoke was a middle-aged man with a slight Hunan accent.

"This should be your first visit to our live broadcast room, right?"

The other person didn't show me the collection, but greeted him politely first, which was completely different from the old fritters in the live broadcast room.

"Yes, I don't know why, but your live broadcast was pushed to me as soon as I joined Douyin."

"I know why." Zhang Yang, who is well versed in big data, took the initiative to help Baobao friends understand: "It must be that you use the keywords [antique] and [appraisal] when you talk."

"Hey, how did he know?"

Another woman's voice came from the other end of the video. Judging from the tone, she should be Baoyou's wife.

"Baby friend, let's take a look at your baby first."

I don't know why, but Zhang Yang can't help but look forward to something for this kind of cute new friend.

It is estimated that many people in the live broadcast room who eat from public sources will have the same idea.

Sure enough, what Baoyou came up with did not disappoint.

An old clay pot with four straps. The calcification on the surface is a bit obvious, and there is a furry, aquatic-like residue around the edge of the mouth.

Brand new!

"Friend Bao, is this a [Haidilao]?"

"We don't like hot pot."

"Who asked you about hot pot? What I asked was, did you fish it out of the water?"

"Ah, yes, fished out of the river."

【666666】

[Baoyou’s tone is very sincere]

[I guess I made a lot of money and was arrested by big data]

"Why is this thing in the river?" Zhang Yang asked doubtfully, "Why did you go to the bottom of the river to fish for something?"

"Teacher, do you know Tianyuan Deng Gang?" Baoyou tried to explain.

"I know, the god of fishing, are you related to him?"

"He is my idol."

"Why don't you just say you are a fisherman?"

Zhang Yang thought to himself, after going around in such a big circle, wouldn’t he just be an air force?

If you are serious about fishing, who goes into the water to touch things?

"Actually, I was planning to go to the bottom of the river to touch clams, but I didn't expect to touch something like this."

"Just this one?"

"currently."

"I understand, so, is the water deep?"

"It's probably about six or seven meters."

"Are there houses under the river? Or some deep pits?" Zhang Yang asked.

The depth of the water is pretty good. Zhang Yang guessed that there might be tombs or ruins at the bottom of the river.

Baoyou said: "No, I haven't seen it."

But at this time, Baoyou's wife said: "There is a legend, isn't it?"

"Oh?" Zhang Yang smiled and said, "Friend Bao, give the microphone to your younger siblings and explain everything carefully."

[Husband and wife are birds of the same forest, so it’s good to have a good confession]

[Backstabbing from the person next to me]

[There will be a fight later]

"You don't have to give it to me." Baoyou's wife said, "I just remember that there is a village at the bottom of the river."

"There is a village? My dear friend, was this jar you picked up from that village underwater?"

"I don't know, I just touched the river clam." Baoyou started to pretend to be confused.

"Don't be nervous, we are from the same family." Zhang Yang said with a smile: "Are you from Hunan Province, from the lineage of Zhang Dafo?"

"That village, under the water, is the Zhang family's ancient building."

"My surname is Zhang, too. We can't write two characters Zhang in one stroke."

"But I don't believe Zhang." Baoyou muttered: "Teacher, which dynasty does this jar come from?"

"In modern times, one hundred years, five yuan." Zhang Yang quickly replied: "Friend Bao, there is a village down there. Are you not interested?"

"How about I ask the teacher to come with me next time I go in?" Baoyou said hesitantly.

"Me? I don't dare. If you want to go, you can only find someone named Zhang Qiling to accompany you."

"Which one is up? Which one is the spirit?" Baoyou's wife suddenly asked from the side.

[Zhang Qiling, do you see these three words?]

[Just call him little brother]

[If you’re into antiques, you can’t do it without reading some novels]

"You don't have to search hard. Next time you see a handsome guy going down the river, it's probably him." Zhang Yang said with a smile.

However, thinking of someone's magical operation of "making gold soup", he added another sentence:

"But if you see someone wearing a diving suit and carrying an oxygen bottle going into the river, remember to call the police directly. They are grave robbers."

"Oh, I understand!" Baoyou's wife replied from the side.

"Teacher, I saw a comment saying that if you fish this kind of thing out of the river, you have to hand it over to the Cultural Relics Bureau, or else you'll be arrested?"

"Do you believe what the barrage judge said?" Zhang Yang shook his head: "This kind of five-dollar rags can't even be pickled, and the police and the Cultural Relics Bureau have no time to care about it."

"Then can I touch it a little more?" Baoyou suddenly said excitedly.

"No, why did you say what's on your mind?"

Zhang Yang was about to disconnect the microphone, but when he heard this, his hand stopped.

He thought for a while and asked Baoyou:

"Where are you from Hunan Province?"

"From Changde. Teacher, are you also from Hunan Province?"

"No, but there should be something in our live broadcast room..."

"..."

After hanging up the microphone, Zhang Yang raised his eyebrows at the camera:

"This treasure friend's awareness of cultural relic protection just now is a bit weak. I don't have the energy to persuade him. I would like to ask you sir to follow up."

…

[The things dug out are not valuable, do I still have to hand them over? 】

"For this kind of thing, why don't you just ask me directly to see if the thing is worth it?"

"That's what treasure appraisal anchors do."

Zhang Yang smiled and gave pointers to the barrage.

"Don't keep reading the barrage and saying whether you should be punished or not. Even if you are really punished, if you come to me, you can at least earn a free door-to-door pick-up service."

[Can’t I just call the police? 】

[Calling the police doesn’t work, I just tried it]

【Not all...】

"Wait a minute, this precious friend named the Sweeping Monk of the Sutra Pavilion, please don't leave."

"Lianmai me, quickly cicada me."

As soon as Zhang Yang saw this barrage, he knew that it was either just for fun or something was really going on.

This time, it's the latter.

As soon as Baoyou connected, the pictures he was given were shocking: barren mountains, dilapidated temples, and stone wells half covered by weeds.

At another point in time, this is Pu Songling's Liaozhai.

Fortunately, Baoyou was holding a red rope in his hand, which was a sign of joy.

"Baoyou, what are you doing?"

"Teacher, I am a fisherman in a broad sense."

Baoyou pulled the red rope up from the ground, and then he saw a pancake-shaped metal object tied to the other end of the rope.

"This is a strong magnet. My hobby is fishing with strong magnets."

Zhang Yang looked at the magnet in Baoyou's hand, then at the stone well in the distance, and understood.

This is an idea to create a wishing well in another temple!

"It's been abandoned for so long. Is there anything left inside?" Zhang Yang asked pretending to be confused.

When he asked this question, Baoyou couldn't help but show off.

"Hehehe, there's quite a lot."

"Teacher, look."

Baoyou opened his hand, and there were several golden coins with a round outside and a square inside.

[Is this a gold coin? 】

[Damn, I’m getting rich]

[In the past, someone used a metal detector to find such gold coins in the ancient rivers of Suzhou]

[What gold coin? This is water meter gold]

There are still people who know how to comment on the barrage, and Zhang Yang also gave others some knowledge.

Water meter gold is actually the copper coins unearthed from the puddle.

Because it has not been corroded by oxygen, a patina similar to a gilt effect is formed on the surface, which is considered a very distinctive ancient coin.

The coins in my friend's hand are all copper coins from the middle and late Qing Dynasty, mostly from the Qianlong Tongbao period.

These copper coins, without exception, are all produced in the Bashu region, so there are certain iron impurities in the copper coins.

"Baoyou, where are you?"

"In Meishan." Baoyou replied: "Teacher, I called the police and said I found copper coins in the well. The police said they have no time to care about such small things."

"Then they want you to get rich." Zhang Yang said with a smile: "These gold watches you have are all in good condition. If they can be sucked out, it means there are still a lot underneath."

"Have you gone down to take a look?"

"I don't dare. I'm the only one here. I'm afraid there's something dirty underneath."

As Baoyou said, he walked to the well. The mud and debris around it showed that it was indeed quite dirty down there.

It also took him a lot of time to fish out these few copper coins, but if you count the hourly wages, it is quite cost-effective.

"Teacher, I dug up these things. How about I call a few people and come again in a few days?"

"Don't ask me about this." Zhang Yang refused with a face: "Why are you asking for my opinion? Do you want me to be the mastermind?"

"But do you know that the money in a wishing well like this is entrusted with the owner's wishes, and there is a deep cause and effect!"

"Aren't you afraid of the consequences of karma?"

"Ah?" Baoyou said in shock, "Then what should I do?"

"Let's do this. I have been practicing for a long time. I will fight these causes and effects for you. How about it?"

"Teacher, you mean, I will send you the money."

"Okay, postage payable." Zhang Yang nodded, clasped his hands and said, "What's the harm in letting all kinds of causes and effects come to me?"

"Fortunately, Master Zhang, I am not afraid of cause and effect."

Baoyou turned the camera to focus on his face, and saw that he had a bare head and a string of Buddhist beads around his neck.

【Turns out to be a bald donkey】

[This is a well dug by my own family]

[No wonder the police dare not take care]

"What's your name, master?"

The monk also clasped his hands together and replied: "The poor monk's name is Mengwei."