Chapter 369 Past Story

"Director Zhang, haven't you returned to Linhai..."

Lin Yupan was surprised to see Zhang Yang reappearing at the door of the office.

"Do you have anything else to ask?"

"It's not an instruction, it's something important." Zhang Yang walked to the sofa opposite Lin Yupan and sat down.

"Tell me honestly, who is this Teacher Miao?"

"He is an archaeological expert from the Hunan Provincial Archaeological Team." Lin Yupan replied.

"Nonsense, can I not know this?" Zhang Yang was speechless. "I searched for his personal information on the Internet. He only joined the archaeological team when he was 30 years old. Before that, his resume was blank."

After Zhang Yang talked about this, Lin Yupan finally realized that something was wrong.

Why do you care so much about other people's experiences before they turn 30?

Unless there's something wrong with the experience.

Thinking of the great reputation of Master Zhang's live broadcast room, Lin Yupan's expression changed.

"You mean, Teacher Miao, he fought upside down before?"

"No, he is a member of the archaeological team. Are you mistaken?"

"There is no conflict between the two, and there are many tomb robbers who can be recruited. Moreover, if he is a senior tomb robber, it will not be difficult to package him into the archaeological team."

Zhang Yang was talking about something that happened more than thirty years ago.

At that time, you could pretend to be someone else when you were in college, so joining a less lucrative department like the archaeological team was really not a big deal.

"It should be fine now, after all, it's been thirty years." Lin Yupan had a troubled look on his face.

First of all, it was Teacher Miao who had helped him a lot. If he wanted to repay his kindness, he would at most doubt the other person in his heart, and he would definitely not be able to do anything;

And he is also an expert in museums. The museum has just opened and he is sending "ancestors" into it?

it's not good.

Secondly, Lin Yupan felt from the bottom of his heart that if there was no life-threatening lawsuit against the tomb robbers more than thirty years ago, it would be fine.

Case tracing does not pursue this kind of case.

Originally, general tomb robbing was punishable by three to five years' imprisonment. After such a long time, even if it is discovered, the prosecutor's office may not prosecute.

"How can it be okay?"

"Of course something happened!" Zhang Yang said sternly, "I don't care about Mr. Miao's legal liability, and I didn't say that I had to send him in."

"But I am very interested in the cultural relics unearthed in that ancient tomb, as well as where the tomb is and whose tomb it is."

Teacher Miao was old, so Zhang Yang was afraid to ask him directly. What happened when the old man got excited?

So we have to pull Lin Yupan.

Lin Yupan was a little biased towards Teacher Miao, which was also expected by Zhang Yang. One played the bad side and the other played the white side, which was just right.

After hearing Zhang Yang's thoughts, Lin Yupan nodded in agreement.

The two set off directly to find Teacher Miao at his house.

The excuse was of course "visiting", but the reality was that Zhang Yang wanted to know what was going on at Teacher Miao's house.

How many cultural relics are collected?

Don't let the ancient bronzes block the road as soon as you enter his house. That would be unbearable.

…

Teacher Miao's home is in an old community in Sanchuan City.

Judging from the appearance, the house is at least twenty years old, and most of the residents are retired elderly people.

Naturally, there is no elevator in this old building, and Mr. Miao’s home is on the seventh floor, the highest floor.

Zhang Yang felt tired even when he climbed up, but the gray-haired teacher Miao climbed very steadily and had great physical strength.

Isn't this old man a mountain-moving Taoist?

Zhang Yang touched his pocket and found the gold-touching charm bought by Sister Gao. Everyone in the studio had it.

You can bring it out later to identify yourself.

When he entered Teacher Miao's house, Zhang Yang immediately realized that he had come to the right place.

Because there is a brown clay pot filled with artificial flowers on the niche at the entrance.

Anyone who knows something about antiques should immediately think of the true identity of this kind of jar - a soul bottle when they see its shape.

"Teacher Miao, can this bottle really be placed in the entrance hall?" Zhang Yang asked, looking at the decoration on the soul bottle.

The overall color of the jar is olive green, which was the preference of the upper class in Wu during the Three Kingdoms period;

The tube body has relief patterns of crabs and shrimps;

On the upper part of the jar, there are pottery pavilions, temples, tripods, and even tomb beasts and turtles carrying stele.

Complete elements, top-notch soul bottle!

Zhang Yang was almost instantly sure that this was unearthed from the tomb of the unknown Wu noble.

"Director Zhang, you don't have to beat around the bush. Wouldn't the experts from the State Administration of Cultural Heritage not be able to recognize what this is?" Teacher Miao laughed.

Zhang Yang showed a high level of knowledge today, so of course he would pay attention to Zhang Yang's identity.

And since Director Zhang has been included in the list of experts, this identity is no secret to those who know the industry.

"Hehe, I didn't hide it." Zhang Yang also smiled, "Then Teacher Miao should also know the purpose of my visit today, right?"

"Know."

"You guys come with me."

Teacher Miao leads the way.

He was the only one living in the huge room.

But the room was not empty, because there were antique shelves everywhere, with porcelain, metalware, wood carvings and so on.

At first glance, there are almost no fakes.

"These are my collections over the years." Teacher Miao introduced, adding at the same time, "They should all be legal."

"As for the illegal ones, they're all in this room."

There was a rusty iron lock on the door of the room he mentioned. The lock was covered with dust and it looked like it had not been opened for a long time.

Teacher Miao's behavior of opening the lock also proves this point.

He just smashed it open with a hammer.

Because the key had already been thrown into the trash heap when he locked the door.

"I'm not afraid of you two making fun of me when I say it. When I was young, I felt that if something is locked out of sight, it means it is gone."

"I almost forgot about it later on. I had already assumed that this room could not be opened. Unexpectedly, when half of my body was buried in the ground, I suddenly remembered it."

Teacher Miao’s words were filled with emotion.

In his words, if Zhang Yang hadn't appeared, he would have continued to pretend that he didn't remember the incident.

"Why not donate it?" Zhang Yang asked curiously, "If it is mixed with some other antiques, it should be able to get away with it."

"Can't get along."

"You'll know when you see the thing."

Teacher Miao pushed open the dusty wooden door.

The windows in the room were boarded up, it was very dark, and there was a lot of dust suspended in the air.

The PM2.5 index exploded.

Lin Yupan originally wanted to go in, but was directly persuaded to retreat by the oncoming Hui.

The decades-old gray is a bit scary.

"Don't come in, I'll take out the important things."

"Okay." Lin Yupan replied obediently.

Zhang Yang covered his nose and used the flash of his mobile phone to help illuminate.

Standing at the door, he could only see an Eight Immortals table filled with twenty centimeter-high pottery figurines.

From the outside, you can see maids, cooks, farmers, civil servants, etc.

Typical burial objects of the Han Dynasty.

The first thing Teacher Miao took out was properly placed in a mahogany box.

Obviously more precious than pottery figurines.

After opening it, there was a shining golden turtle button seal inside.

The seal is in very good condition and even the patterns on the turtle are clearly visible.

Zhang Yang gently picked up the seal, turned it over and placed it in the palm of his hand.

When he saw the four-character inscription carved on it, he took a deep breath.

"Wuhou's seal?!"

(I was delayed for six hours at the airport today. I had a hemorrhage and I owe a chapter. I have to pay it back over the weekend)