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"Who said I just don't want to buy it? This is definitely a lie."

"I just bought a fragment of a bronze sword for eighty-nine yuan. If you don't believe me, look at my payment record."

Zhang Yang pretended to take out his cell phone to protect his innocence.

"Okay, okay, I won't look at it, you didn't spend the money on me."

The stall owner waved his hand, turned around, and moved the bamboo basket of bronze fragments in front of Zhang Yang.

"Three hundred yuan a piece, no bargaining."

Seeing so many pieces, many passing buyers were also attracted.

But before they could get started, they were stopped by a pair of white gloves.

"Don't break the rules, first come first served, you can read it after I finish it." Zhang Yang said in a deep voice.

There are basically fakes here, and these people are really motivated to be deceived.

"Hurry up, then." A middle-aged man next to him muttered.

"I know, I know."

Zhang Yang nodded and immediately began to identify.

Imitation, fake, modern, last year’s…

Even the already cheap bronze fragments are still mostly fake.

The antique market highlights that as long as you are willing to buy, I will definitely have fakes waiting for you.

While Zhang Yang was looking at them one by one, two old men squatted next to them, staring at the things in his hands and watching with him.

While watching, he also pointed out the country.

"Young man, can you see clearly so quickly?"

"You're going too fast!"

"The ones just now didn't feel right."

"Hey! Don't throw away this animal mask pattern. This is the Taotie pattern from the Shang and Zhou dynasties."

Taotie pattern? Zhang Yang built it and took a look. It was indeed the case, but the production date was 2019.

"Don't give it to me!" said the man on the right.

Zhang Yang handed the thing to him without thinking.

Let go of the need to help others and respect the fate of others.

"Hey, thank you." The uncle was very polite.

"You're welcome." Zhang Yang responded, turning back and continuing to look at the things in the basket.

Seeing that the old man on the right lost 300 yuan and walked away happily with a fragment of a bronze tripod with a Taotie pattern, Zhang Yang, the old man on the left, couldn't hold himself tight.

"You can't do this. The rust color is fake at first glance. Look at the next one quickly."

Next? Zhang Yang shook his head.

That’s it!

"Name: Bronze Gui (gui three tones) fragments"

"Material: copper, tin, zinc"

"Production date: 981 BC"

"Detailed information: A fragment of the sacrifice head Gui with an animal mask pattern from the Western Zhou Dynasty, with incomplete inscriptions on it, which has certain historical value."

Zhang Yang looked at the thing in his hand. It should be a fragment of the mouth of the bronze gui. Judging from the curvature of the mouth, the entire utensil should be only slightly larger than the bowl of barreled instant noodles.

Gui is a tableware used by ancient scholar-bureaucrats to hold staple food. If you look at it this way, it seems a bit small.

"What's wrong? Young man, you don't think this is real, do you?" The uncle on the left is still giving guidance.

"Look at the patina. It's not uniform at all. It's floating on the surface. It's obviously a new imitation."

"Uncle, that's too much. These are all old stuff, where did they come from?" the stall owner said unhappily.

The uncle ignored him and continued to talk to Zhang Yang:

"Young man, look quickly. It's already past five o'clock. It will be dawn soon."

"Okay!" Zhang Yang nodded: "Boss, I take this. Help me wrap the things."

Seeing this, the stall owner pulled out a red plastic bag from under the mazza and handed it to Zhang Yang.

"Here, install it yourself. Scan the QR code or pay in cash?"

"Don't worry, it's not over yet!"

Zhang Yang continued to search, and after a while, he found another real thing.

"Bronze Gui fragment... 981 BC?"

"What a coincidence, they are from the same year?"

Zhang Yang took out the pieces just now and compared them together.

Except for the similar rust color, in other aspects, it can be said that there is no connection.

The fragment just now had an animal mask pattern and half an inscription on it, but this one was smooth on both sides without any patterns.

"The thing you are holding now looks real, like the belly of a bronze..." The uncle began to comment sharply again.

Zhang Yang ignored him, put both pieces into the bag, and continued looking.

If there is anything from 981 BC, it comes from the same tomb, if not the same bronze.

Sure enough, at the bottom of the basket of fragments, he found the third fragment.

The fragment this time is the handle of the Gui, and the animal mask pattern on it is somewhat similar to the first fragment.

Zhang Yang already had a clear idea in his mind.

Now it is no longer a question of whether to pick it up or not, it is possible to find a bronze gui with an inscription!

With current cultural relic restoration technology, as long as all the fragments are found, they can be restored completely.

"How many pieces have you chosen?" Seeing that Zhang Yang seemed stunned, the stall owner asked.

"Three dollars in total."

Zhang Yang did not rush to ask about the whereabouts, but paid the money and brought the things to his two companions.

…

"Are you sure it comes from the same bronze gui?"

Both Wang Jianye and Teacher Huang were skeptical of Zhang Yang's statement.

It's nothing to collect three real bronze fragments here.

But it is a bit strange that the three fragments have the same origin.

"I'm 80% sure that they come from the same bronze vessel or the same tomb."

Zhang Yang gave a very stable opinion.

Teacher Huang held the fragment in his hand and turned it over for a while, then shook his head and said with a bitter smile:

"I don't understand this either."

"But if it really comes from the same artifact, it is very likely that the tomb robbers accidentally smashed it and sold it directly to these traders."

"I think so too." Zhang Yang nodded: "Now, unlike a few decades ago, no one will sell bronzes as scrap copper."

"If they were smashed decades ago, the probability that they would all end up in the same basket is too small."

"The most likely possibility is that someone accidentally broke it and didn't dare to send it for repair."

"Well, you go keep an eye on that stall owner, and I'll contact the cultural relics protection department here in Yangcheng." Teacher Huang said, "But I don't know if they sent anyone here today."

"Usually when the antique market is open, people from the museum will come and hang out to see if there are any national treasures left outside."

"Aren't you going to call the police?" Zhang Yang asked.

After dealing with the police a lot in the live broadcast room, Master Zhang felt that it was quite reliable to leave the matter to the cultural relics police.

"If I call the police, I'm afraid..." Teacher Huang looked at the crowd of people behind Zhang Yang: "This place will probably disappear in the future."

“Two years ago, things from the tombs were also sold here. At that time, the old experts who came here saw the things and bought them for 5,000 yuan. They are now stored in the Yangcheng Museum and have been included in the list of [Prohibited Exhibition of Cultural Relics Abroad]. "

What Teacher Huang means is that this small courtyard is considered a gray area. If the tomb robbers' items are sold here, at least there is a trace.

Zhang Yang didn't quite agree with this view, but Teacher Huang's words reminded him.

Museum experts have been here before. Isn’t there a museum director beside me?

Zhang Yang turned around and looked at Wang Jianye with a smile on his face.

Curator Wang suddenly shuddered.