Live treasure appraisal, congratulations to the big brother on his release from prison

Chapter 174 My dad and I have our own issues (two chapters in one)

"Caught them all?"

Zhang Yang also smiled when he heard Chu Ziqiang's excited voice on the other end of the phone.

If you want to dig my ancestral grave, don't tell me if I have one, do you deserve it?
"Catch them all in one fell swoop, Mao Geogong has confirmed it."

"Including himself, there are a total of 108 people in the start-up team. Except for those who died in the tomb, everyone who is alive will go to prison again."

On the other end of the phone, Chu Ziqiang laughed so much that he was so happy.

The private archaeological team has made another great contribution.

"Has Second Master Cheng's matter been resolved?" Zhang Yang asked curiously.

The grievances and hatred among the tomb robbers are fascinating.

"It should be resolved."

Chu Ziqiang glanced at Cheng Laoer, who was sitting on the chair without saying a word, and shook his head.

"Just settle it. I still have something to do. Captain Liu asked me to identify the criminal today, but I refused. I still have to ask."

Zhang Yang was about to hang up the phone.

Can criminals also be identified?Chu Ziqiang was a little confused.The words "Captain Liu" directly made him burst into laughter.

"You may not believe it, Captain Liu, he was also arrested by us!"

"Hahaha."

"I don't know what bad guy gave him the idea. He pretended to be an antique dealer to fish, but we thought he was a buyer and caught him."

"Haha, hahaha!"

"What a criminal police captain, went fishing, and got caught..."

Zhang Yang wanted to laugh along with him at first, but he suddenly realized that he might be the "bad guy".

As the person who advised Captain Liu, he asked Chu Ziqiang calmly:

"Is this funny?"

"Team Liu is contributing to the country's cultural relics protection."

"He used his spare time to infiltrate the tomb robbery group, using his body as bait to attract them to come to Haihai. Walking alone in a dark alley, he is talking about people like him."

"Give him some respect!"

After listening to Zhang Yang's words, seeing that Captain Liu wanted to come over, Chu Ziqiang's expression also became serious.

"I lost my temper, I was young, I was sloppy."

"Fortunately, there is you, Master Zhang, you are really the guiding light on my life path, with you in our archaeological team, we will definitely walk on the right path..."

"stop!"

Chu Ziqiang scratched his head so loudly, why don't we talk about something practical.

"Of those stolen cultural relics, is there any chance to bring two of them to the Hailin Museum?"

Zhang Yang believed in the eyes of the old tomb robber, and he could do either of them.

"Of course, Master Zhang, when will you officially join our archaeological team?"

If Zhang Yang agrees to Chu Ziqiang's request, he must go to Yanjing as soon as possible to get the certificate of the warehousing expert of the Cultural Relics Bureau.

He will then become a core member of this civilian archaeological team.

"You can join at any time, as long as your treatment is satisfactory." Zhang Yang agreed happily.

The remuneration he mentioned is not a vulgar thing like annual salary or equity.

What Zhang Yang wants is the right of first choice after the folk archaeological team discovers cultural relics.

The good things excavated and seized will be sent to the Hailin Museum first.

It's difficult, at least in Zhang Yang's view.

This involves different cultural relic protection policies in various places, and it is not an exaggeration to say that it is the local museum in Jiehu.

But Chu Ziqiang agreed without hesitation, and he told Zhang Yang quite proudly:
"Your thinking is sunny, it's better to be darker."

"As long as we keep a low profile and send things to you first, even if the State Administration of Cultural Heritage is here, we should ask for your opinions first."

"Of course, if they borrow exhibitions and refuse to return them like the National Expo did with Shaanxi Expo, no one can do anything about it."

Zhang Yang thought to himself: It's because you have someone above you that you dare to play like this. If you change someone with a weaker background, you will be arrested long ago.

"Treatment" is no problem, Zhang Yang naturally has no reason to refuse.

The two of them have agreed that Master Zhang will go to Yanjing next month to meet with the expert team from the Cultural Relics Bureau.

……

Zhang Yang thought that the matter of Xiang Botou was over.

Unexpectedly, there will be aftermath.

During the live broadcast at Station B the next day, the first netizen who came up to Lianmai was a descendant of Zhang Shilang's ancestral tomb who was the victim of the "Xiang Boutou digging up ancestral tomb incident" all the way from Douyin.

"Master Zhang, we are from the same family, you can call me Zhang San."

"Hello, Zhang San."

Zhang Yang often heard this name with Lawyer Luo, and always felt that this person was going to go in.

He looked at the opponent's background curiously, as if he was outdoors.

"What are you trying to identify?"

"It's not for appraisal, but I want to ask Master Zhang to help you judge."

Zhang San turned the camera and faced a tombstone. Next to it was a majestic gray-white stone carving that looked like an archway.

At first glance, you can tell it is an ancestral grave.

After reading the inscription, Zhang Yang discovered that this person was in front of the Zhang family's ancestral tomb from the Qianlong period.

During the daytime, the ancestral tombs were busier than at night. Dozens of people were divided into two groups and stood separately on both sides of the tombstone.

"This is from the county archaeological team." Zhang San helped introduce the contestants.

"Here are the descendants of our Zhang family ancestors."

"Their archaeological team wanted to dig up the ancestral tombs of our Zhang family. Fortunately, we saw a police car and came to stop them. Otherwise, the ancestral tombs that the tomb robbers didn't dig would have to be dug up by these unscrupulous people."

"Master Zhang, your surname is also Zhang. Even if this is not your ancestral grave, we were one family 500 years ago. Tell me, can't they dig it?"

Zhang San pointed to the people of the archaeological team and said loudly.

This question is so difficult!
Zhang Yang squeezed his fingers, feeling a little tangled.

The last time I encountered such a difficult question was the last time.

The ancient tombs during the Qianlong period were destroyed by tomb robbers, and the archaeological team conducted rescue excavations, which is reasonable and reasonable.

As a descendant, it is reasonable for Zhang San to protect his ancestral graves from being destroyed.

Zhang Yang glanced at the hoes, sickles, shovels and other weapons in the hands of the descendants of the Zhang family, and estimated that the archaeological team would not be able to start work today.

"You've connected with Director Zhang, right?"

At the other end of the video, another middle-aged man's voice suddenly came.

The other party soon appeared in front of the camera. It was Lao Xing, the captain of the county archaeological team. He knew Zhang Yang and knew that the person who appraised the treasure was the deputy director of Hailin Museum.

"The police saw their aggressiveness and advised us to go back, but I am not afraid."

Lao Xing helped his glasses on the bridge of his nose, and said in a saucy tone.

"Also, whether this Zhang Shilang is the ancestor of their family is doubtful to me."

"We have a family tree." Zhang San retorted.

He waved to the descendants of the Zhang family in the distance, and soon someone came up holding several thick genealogies.

"Buried in this tomb is Zhang Chunji, the 13th generation of our Zhang family and the most promising of the pure generation."

"Master Zhang, your name, in our family tree, belongs to the generation of Yang."

Zhang San was clearly prepared, flipped through the genealogy, and quickly found the page of "Yang Zi Generation".

"My real name is Zhang Huowang, and I'm from the generation of Huo. In terms of seniority... I belong to my grandfather's generation."

"Uncle Yang!"

Zhang San screamed without any hesitation.

【Hahaha, Xiao Xiao is dead】

[Congratulations to Master Zhang, you have your grandson ahead of schedule]

[As a fan of Master Zhang, I can barely recognize him as my uncle or grandpa]

"Don't, don't, I don't necessarily get my name from your family tree."

Zhang Yang hurriedly waved his hands, this "grandson" was already approaching his fifties, and he admitted that his life was shortened.

"It must be. If you don't believe me, Mr. Yang, tell me, which generation is your father from?"

"My dad...is called Zhang Kuang."

"Crazy, Zhang Yang, Master Zhang, your family's name is becoming more and more low-key." Lao Xing said beside him.

"Kuanzi generation..." Zhang San rummaged through the family tree, but couldn't find the word. He took a last look at the young man who sent the family tree and said, "Kuan, should be the homophone of Kuang, and is Kuangzi generation."

"Uncle Yang, when your father sees me, he wants to call me uncle."

"Good guy, you call me uncle, and you recognize my father as your nephew. Let's talk about it differently, right?"

"Well, we can talk about each of them." Zhang San nodded and said.

His uncle became his nephew's son.

Zhang Yang knew that Zhang San was trying to avoid him with his old face, and he was going to rely on him.

孽 孽!
Why are you digging up the ancestral graves of people with the surname Xiang?Isn’t it nice to have the surname Liu?
"Brother, pick up the genealogy and let me see when it was passed down." Zhang Yang decided to solve this problem.

"Name: Zhang Family Tree"

"Material: rice paper, ink"

"Production time: 1917"

"This genealogy is really an old thing." Zhang Yang affirmed: "It has been passed down for so long."

"Captain Xing, this should be his family's ancestral grave."

"Unless you are a time traveler, it is impossible for the person who created this genealogy to have predicted what happened today in modern times."

"Or, let them protect this tomb by themselves!"

"That won't work." Lao Xing refused decisively: "What is buried in the soil belongs to the country, not their family."

"Ah, yes, yes, then I dig a hole to bury your mother now, and you also want to hand over your mother to the state?" Zhang San retorted angrily.

[good scolding]

【YYSY, it does make sense】

[The family's ancestral grave is not destroyed, so just protect it on the spot, this archaeological team's brains]

【Actually, it’s because of the funerary objects in the family’s ancestral grave】

"You..." Lao Xing wanted to rant, but he glanced at the camera, thinking that he was live broadcasting, and finally just said: "The quality is too low!"

"You have quality and your family members are buried in the ground. Why don't you hand it over to the country?" Zhang San continued to exert his efforts.

Zhang Yang was thinking about what to do while watching the show.

Seeing a red oilcloth spread behind the grave, he suddenly remembered something:

Didn't the previous group of tomb robbers break into this tomb?
What about burrows?
Zhang Yang asked the two directly: "Where is the robbery cave?"

"We've covered it up, so we're afraid of water entering." Zhang San pointed to the tarpaulin.

"Is there anyone in the archaeological team who can drill holes?" Zhang Yang continued to ask.

"Why? We are serious archaeologists, Director Zhang, don't make fun of us!"

Lao Xing smelled a dangerous breath, but it was too late.

Zhang Yang's thinking has been completely opened.

"The archaeological team finds someone who can enter the cave, go to the grave to have a look, and bring out all the cultural relics that have been exposed."

"If those tomb robbers had opened the coffin, they would have found a way to seal the coffin and let the deceased continue to sleep."

"Big brother." Zhang Yang communicated directly with Zhang San: "Do you think it will be safe if you bury all the things inside?"

"Actually, that's not the case, because the fact that you have treasures in your tomb has been exposed, and there will definitely be grave robbers in the future."

"We can protect it." Zhang San vowed.

"I believe you can, but what about after 200 or 300 years?" Zhang Yang tortured his soul: "Young people don't even want to plant land, so you let them guard the graves of their ancestors?"

"Could it be that after 200 or 300 years, there will be no tomb robbers?"

Zhang Yang's idea is very clear. Qianlong's ancient tombs will become more valuable as time goes by, because all the old ones have been dug up.

But take out the funerary objects from the tomb, put them in a museum, and put up a "Cultural Relics Protection Unit" sign outside.

At the same time, write clearly on the back of the sign that all the cultural relics buried with him were taken away by the archaeological team, so the tomb is basically safe.

Who would dig an empty grave?

In this way, the descendants of the Zhang family can also have a place to "recognize their ancestors and return to their ancestors".

Zhang Yang's statement successfully moved Zhang San.

"Uncle Yang, I will do as you say, but I think the museum could be more interesting."

"Don't worry about that." Zhang Yang substituted for the museum side: "If there is no meaning, then it is not interesting enough."

Zhang Yang felt that the matter had been solved perfectly, but he did not expect that Captain Xing was the reincarnation of the stone in the pit. He was very hard and still persisted:
"I disagree."

"There are also very precious cultural relics in the coffin, such as the ornaments on the body of the deceased, the clothes worn, the jade products stuffed in the body, and even the coffin itself, all of which can become museum collections."

"Curator Zhang, you should understand what I said."

After Zhang Yang heard this, he really wanted to wave to Zhang San and say:

Bury this Xing, then dig it out and send it to a museum for exhibition.

But looking at the angry expressions of the Zhang family, they were already on the verge of explosion, so they couldn't say anything nonsense.

[This archaeological captain is really a sand sculpture]

【Even other people's coffins are not spared, right】

[I originally thought it was the villagers making trouble unreasonably]

Zhang Yang originally thought that the problem was with Zhang San.

Never expected it!

"Master, calm down."

Zhang Yang didn't want to cause a bloodbath when his first episode of Xiaopozhan premiered. He suggested:

"Since the county archaeological team is so difficult to communicate with, then don't communicate with them."

"I'll send an archaeological team over to arrange for you."

"Archaeological team?" Captain Xing seemed to have heard some joke: "Hahaha, why does your private museum have an archaeological team..."

Zhang Yang automatically filtered out this noise.

Let the face-slapping work, which has no connotation, be handed over to Chu Ziqiang, the second generation.

"Uncle, let's talk about this for now. If you have any questions, please communicate with the new archaeological captain later."

Zhang Yang and Baoyou agreed, and after disconnecting the microphone, they immediately gave Chu Ziqiang a special comment in the group of the archaeological team.

"Captain Chu, here comes the work. I will give you an address near the sea later. Take people there quickly."

"The tomb of the Qianlong period was stolen from the leader."

"After taking the things, remember to fill them back. If you have any questions, please contact me in time."

At this time, Xiao Chu, who was writing an action report in the hotel, fell into deep thought when he saw the message sent by Zhang Yang.

What does "they stole the rest" mean, and why do they need to "backfill it"?
In the group, Mao Shiqi has already replied:

"Don't worry, the hole I drilled, the backfilling effort is very minimal."

Seeing this, Chu Ziqiang couldn't help it anymore:

"Everyone, this is the archaeological team, not Lao Jiumen!"

(End of this chapter)