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"Put down the Luoyang shovel and turn back to the shore."

This is Zhang Yang’s last advice to this rag-picking friend.

As for the gang of tomb robbers behind him, "they dug five ancient tombs." Such a confession was enough to attract the attention of the police, and there was no need for Zhang Yang to worry about it.

"Master Zhang, you are not working with the police, are you?" Baoyou asked one last question before deciding to surrender.

"How is it possible, we two are in the same group?" Zhang Yang typed a reply confidently, and at the same time, he answered Captain Liu's call.

"Hello?"

"Long time no see, Zhang Yang." Captain Liu was still so enthusiastic.

"When will you come over and pick up the new banner?"

"What's the credit this time?" Zhang Yang asked doubtfully.

Sometimes doing too much is also a worry.

Because only when it blooms and bears fruit will you realize, oh, it turned out that I had sown seeds there.

"I don't know either, it's just a banner." Captain Liu glanced at the flag in his hand: "It should be to commend you for your bravery. It's a courier from Yanjing."

"Yanjing? Then I understand..."

Zhang Yang knew what was going on.

It is most likely the result of the destruction of the Pan Jiayuan Cultural Toy Appraisal Center.

Although he was not the first to do that wave, there were enough people sent in, and a banner was not too much to spread over his head.

More important than the banner is the official commendation behind it, which is an important bargaining chip for Zhang Yang to grow as a "Cultural Relics Bureau Certified Expert".

When the day comes for him to be honored, some seats... ahem... the tide will turn, right?

"By the way, Captain Liu, how is the progress of Lao He in our museum?" Zhang Yang took the opportunity to ask.

"Just wait, this case is a bit tricky."

Captain Liu on the other end of the phone briefly synchronized the progress of the case with Zhang Yang. It was about 45% complete, and it was still early to solve the case.

Mainly because Librarian He's fugitive cousin was not arrested.

"But I have to go to the countryside with Lao He to collect goods recently. Will it have any impact?" Zhang Yang was concerned about this matter.

"It will be fine if you don't go abroad."

Zhang Yang guessed that when Captain Liu said "going abroad", he actually meant "absconding".

How could Librarian He's cousin be a known tomb robber and send him the stolen goods?

As long as the cousin is not arrested, Librarian He will not be able to clear his suspicions.

Of course, this suspicion seems to be very limited at present, especially with the blessing of Zhang Yang’s expert halo.

Since it would be fine if he didn't go abroad, Zhang Yang wouldn't waste time.

Early the next morning, he and Librarian He set out on their way to the countryside to collect goods.

There were two other people traveling with him, Wei Fuguang, who was responsible for leading the way, and his younger brother who was responsible for driving.

As soon as the car started moving, Wei Fuguang, who was sitting in the passenger seat, eagerly turned his head and asked Zhang Yang:

"Brother Yang, why did you go to the countryside to receive the goods in person this time?"

"Huh? Didn't you say that the place you went to was remote and there was no 4G signal?"

Zhang Yang took a look at the little prince from Linhai's nightclub, but he didn't look very smart.

"Oh, I forgot, I forgot."

Wei Fuguang smiled awkwardly.

He had just woken up from a hangover and finally remembered that the place he wanted to go today was Weijiagou Village under Sanchuan City, where his hometown was.

"Brother, I won't lie to you. There is only 2G signal there, so you can't play video at all."

"I didn't say I didn't believe it..."

Zhang Yang had seen the location of Weijiagou Village on the map in advance.

Surrounded by mountains, dozens of families in the village live near the valley, and the only external access is a cement road that was built just a few years ago.

If you can still receive real antiques in the countryside, it must be in a somewhat isolated mountain village like Weijiagou.

But what really moved Zhang Yang was Wei Fuguang's display of an "ancestral" treasure from his family.

Clay sculptures and painted earth figures from the Yuan Dynasty.

It is said that Wei Fuguang's father stole it from the temple in the village when he was a child.

According to him, Wei Fuguang's father had seen a lot of such things back then, and they were all secretly given away by people in the village.

"They must be hiding like our family..."

"Brother Yang, don't worry. I brought half a million yuan in the trunk. I will definitely come home with a full load this time..."

"When we get back, we will also hold an auction..."

Along the way, Wei Fuguang kept chattering.

Fortunately, there was a librarian who accompanied him to talk, otherwise Zhang Yang would have been annoyed to death.

Three hours later, we finally arrived at our destination.

Before entering the village, the car was forced to stop by two buffaloes.

Wei Fuguang pointed at the buffalo's head excitedly and said:

"I remembered that in the village, someone had a horn made of cow horns at home. Is that an antique?"

"Brother Yang?"

"It's an antique." Zhang Yang nodded a little dazedly.

His attention was completely focused on the terrain around Weijiagou Village.

[The branches are split and the veins are removed vertically and horizontally, and the qi and blood are connected and stay in the water. The big one is the capital city and the imperial state, the small one is the county and the dukedom.】

This terrain is clearly a geomantic treasure.

It is fully qualified to be used as a cemetery for ancient princes.

It can even be said that it is strange that there is no big tomb in this place.

"Awei, is there the ancestral grave of the Wei family in this Wei family village?"

"Huh? What does that mean?"

Wei Fuguang looked in the direction of Zhang Yang's gaze and was shocked:

"Brother Yang, don't do it. Even if there is a big tomb, you can't dig it."

"Otherwise, if my dad doesn't take action when I go back, my grandpa will beat me to death."

"What if it has been stolen by others?" Zhang Yang asked in soul torture.

"Then... let's wait until we find the robbery hole."

Wei Fuguang shook his head in fear, quickly got out of the car, and said hello to the villagers not far from the village entrance.

Then call someone.

Soon, Awei's distant cousin came over and led Zhang Yang and his party into the village.

Although it is said to be a village, in fact, the families live in scattered places. There are only a few neat buildings on the concrete roadside entering the village.

"There are no good things in this kind of newly built house, so you have to look for a mud house." My cousin introduced.

"Okay, third uncle, please lead the way. Let's go to the old village chief's house first."

Wei Fuguang had already planned the route before he came, and his cousin was just a tool man.

…

Five minutes later, Zhang Yang and his group were already standing in the courtyard surrounded by earth walls.

The old village chief went into the house to get the old things at home.

The rules for receiving goods in the countryside: You cannot follow others into their houses, you can only wait in the yard.

While waiting for someone, Zhang Yang took a look at the old village chief's house.

A typical house with earthen walls in the Jiangnan area is not very old, only sixty or seventy years old.

There is a large stone mill in the yard, which turns out to be an old object from the late Qing Dynasty.

There are also several clay pots in the corner, both from the late Qing Dynasty and modern times.

Zhang Yang didn't take a closer look at the things that cost more than a hundred yuan.

The most valuable thing in the yard is probably the ginkgo tree, which is more than thirty years old.

If you put it on the seedling market, it would be worth tens of thousands of dollars.

Overall, the furnishings in the old village chief's yard are worth looking forward to seeing what kind of ancestral treasures he will bring out.

With a "creak", the wooden door opened.

The old village chief walked out with difficulty holding a bronze tripod larger than a soup bowl.

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