Lin Yi stuffed the pots into his bag and packed them up, then wandered around pretentiously before returning to the hotel.
Once back in the room, lock the door and close the curtains.
Then he carefully took out the clay pot from the bag and placed it on the coffee table in the living room.
"Five thousand yuan! I bought these broken jars, and you still think we caught them?"
"Don't underestimate these jars. You know why a jar costs two thousand yuan, and the price is almost the same as the market price."
Wang Qiang shook his head with confusion on his face.
"That's right, he doesn't look like an expert at all."
“It doesn’t matter whether you are an expert or not.
Because he himself knew the origin of this thing, and it was definitely real. If he checked the information online, he would be able to estimate its actual price.
Without listening to him, he almost spilled the beans in the end. He dug it out himself, and then changed his story and said he picked it up? "
At this time, Wang Qiang slapped his forehead.
"Oh, I'm just saying how could this kid sneak away so fast? He didn't come from the right way with this thing.
That's not right. Since we got it at the market price, why do you say we copied it? "
Lin Yi nodded, picked up one of them, shined a flashlight on the inside of the jar and said:
“Look at this, this mark in the soil, and this patina, the value is only in the rust.
From this, we can conclude that these items are not only ritual vessels, but also sacrificial vessels. "
"Let me take a look."
Wang Qiang took the jar and looked at it with a flashlight for a long time, but couldn't see why.
"This mark is the mark of a copper shell. During the Shang and Zhou dynasties, metal coins had already been used, usually cast in bronze. By the Western Zhou dynasty, the weight of these copper shells became lighter, and there were holes in the middle for easy threading of ropes. carry.
Maybe this old man was lucky enough to dig out the bucket of a certain important figure in the Western Zhou Dynasty and dig out these three pottery pots. They should have been filled with copper shells and buried with them.
He didn't know that these three jars were exactly the same set.
Let's take five thousand yuan. If we want to take action, we can at least quadruple it. "
"Hey! Why don't you, Lao Lin, have a sharp eye? Why don't we stay in Xijing for a few more days and see if this guy has anything else he wants to do?"
Lin Yi waved his hand.
"Once these jars are released, he probably won't show up again in the recent period."
"Then what are you talking about? Now that you've caught it, go to sleep! There are still thousands of kilometers to go."
"Master Wang, thank you for your hard work. After this thing is released, it will be half as good as yours."
"Master Lin, you are angry!"
After saying that, Wang Qiang jumped onto his bed, and soon started snoring.
Lin Yi shook his head, stood up and looked at the three jars again and again, muttering a few words.
Zhang Qiuli, well, this guy is a bit interesting.
When they got up the next day, it was already three o'clock in the morning. After eating mutton steamed buns, they left Xijing and headed north.
After driving for a whole day, I finally drove back to my hometown in Miyun just in time for dinner.
The house in my hometown was left by my grandfather's generation. Wang Qiang's parents and uncles initially supported the third-line construction, but eventually settled in other places.
Wang Qiang is the eldest grandson of the family and spent his childhood here.
At that time, his grandparents were still alive. At that time, his grandfather always took him to the reservoir to fish when he had nothing to do.
Now the two elders have long been laid to rest, leaving behind this homestead.
No one lives in it, and no one cleans it up. A few years ago, it was contracted to a B&B owner and slightly repaired.
A few years ago, there was a global pandemic, and the B&B business could not continue. After the contract expired, the house was completely deserted.
Most of my former playmates followed their parents to other places, and the rest were in Beijing.
There are really no people here except some old people.
It just so happens that no one knows them, so it's the best place to hide and relax.
We were so sleepy along the way that we couldn't care less about the ritual of "returning wealth to our hometown", so we tidied up the two bedrooms we had vacated when we were building a B&B before moving in.
I'll find someone to repair this later.
After the two of them settled down, they lived a comfortable and comfortable life every day.
The decoration of the house was directly handed over to the decoration company, and the two of them drove around, went fishing in the reservoir, monkey-walked, played live broadcasts, and chatted with netizens.
During this period, many people both online and offline came here to ask Lin Yi for help in viewing the haunted house.
But none of them can activate system tasks.
In line with the principle of not being a bastard if you have money, Lin Yi also took a few jobs helping the wealthy to look after the shady houses, so as not to sit back and have nothing.
More than three months have passed in a flash.
During these nearly one hundred days, new things happened around me every day, and various hot searches emerged one after another. The popularity of "archaeological tour of the ancient city" has almost subsided.
Lin Yi felt that it was time to get rid of those "hot" weapons.
After lunch that day, Lin Yi called Wang Qiang, took Wukong with him, and drove straight to Panjiayuan, the cultural and antique trading market in Shangjing.
There are many famous antique trading markets across the country.
To say that the most famous one is Panjiayuan.
Regardless of whether it is a movie or a TV series, it has added countless mysteries to this market.
Many people once flocked here, dreaming of getting rich overnight.
There are also people who take advantage of this, fall into the trap set by others, and lose everything overnight.
Lin Yi and Wang Qiang are basically laymen now.
To be on the safe side, I didn’t take the few things I got from the tomb with me on this trip.
Instead, he took the three Western Zhou clay pots that he had received at the Ghost Market in Xijing with him.
In Lin Yi's words, if there is a leak, pick it up. If there is no leak, try to get rid of these three things first. This is called asking for directions and testing the depth of the water.
In order not to attract attention, I specially chose a Monday to come.
As the old saying goes, business is light on Mondays.
After the lively scene last weekend, the market on Monday did seem a bit deserted.
There are not many people practicing stalls.
The two of them strolled around and didn't see anything missing.
Those who can still set up stalls in Panjiayuan at this time are all old Jianghu, and they have a clear conscience.
After walking around for a whole time, my feet were sore and my stomach growled with hunger, but I didn’t pick up anything.
"I said I came yesterday, but you insist on coming today. Look, is there anyone in this place?"
Wang Qiang was sitting on the steps next to the front of a room to rest.
There happened to be a few people inside who opened the curtain and walked out, chattering.
"Pan Jiayuan is just like that. After walking around for a whole time, I didn't find anything I like. Let's go. We can still go to Shenyang Road in the afternoon."
When Wang Qiang heard this, he suffered from an occupational disease and took over the conversation:
"What do you guys want to see? Why don't you take a look at these things I brought."
As soon as the people around them stopped, they saw a young man coming out of the room. He stared at Wang Qiang and Lin Yi happily and bowed slightly.
"Thank you for your hard work!"
Wang Qiang was stunned for a moment, then quickly stood up and waved his hand, and was polite:
"Me? No hard work, no hard work."
The young man's expression changed and he shouted through the door:
"The shopkeeper takes advantage of the kiln (a layman grabs business)."
After a while, a voice came from the house and said:
"It's silt, it's silt (drive it away, drive it away)."
It's hard work to meet you, it must be Jianghu!
The shopkeeper and the waiter were full of gossip, which piqued Lin Yi's interest.
(End of chapter)
