Being a tour guide for historical celebrities, the motherland is amazed again

"Haha, you didn't expect that these are the treasures I buried back then, each one is priceless." Wang Mang said proudly while holding the jar.

Su Jiahe took the jar and looked it over inside and out.

"Brother Wang, are you sure this thing is priceless?"

"Of course, this is Yuan blue and white porcelain from seven hundred years ago. Look, it's printed on it, the eighth year of Zhiyuan." Wang Mang said, pointing to the seal on the bottom of the jar.

"Where did you get it?" Su Jiahe asked.

"This is an antique I collected when I was doing business."

"Okay... okay."

"Jiahe, why do you have this expression?" Wang Mang suddenly realized that something was wrong with Su Jiahe.

"Hey, Brother Wang, don't be angry. Actually, this Yuan blue and white porcelain is fake."

After hearing Su Jiahe's words, Wang Mang was suddenly stunned.

"How could it be fake? Here's the certificate of authenticity."

"Certificates can also be forged. Brother Wang, you have been cheated. This Yuan blue and white porcelain is of a quality that cannot exceed 20 years old." Su Jiahe said with certainty.

"Do you know anything about antiques? Why do you say it's fake right away?" Wang Mang retorted unconvinced.

"Brother Wang, Sister Su is really good at appraising treasures. She can tell whether it's real or fake at a glance." He Shuangqing said.

"If you don't believe me, go find an expert to authenticate it." Su Jiahe was speechless. He had been busy all night, but he actually dug out a fake.

"Okay, I'll go ask someone else, but it should be true." Wang Mang still didn't believe Su Jiahe's words. He put the jar back into the box intact, turned around and opened another one.

"This should be real. I spent a lot of money to get it."

Everyone gathered around and saw Wang Mang take out a small Maitreya Buddha from the second box.

"Let me tell you, this was carved by royal craftsmen in the Qing Dynasty using the finest green jadeite." Wang Mang showed the Buddha statue to everyone while introducing its origin.

"Sister Su, is this true?" He Shuangqing asked Su Jiahe in a low voice.

Su Jiahe looked at the emerald green Maitreya Buddha, hesitated for a moment, and decided to tell Wang Mang the truth.

"Brother Wang, this is also a fake. It's not natural jade at all. It's dyed C-grade jade."

"How is it possible, this is also fake?"

"If you don't believe it, just take it for identification." Su Jiahe was too lazy to waste any more words.

"Okay, I'll go and identify it."

Then, Wang Mang opened the third box and took out a bronze wine cup.

"This is quite old, from the Shang and Zhou dynasties."

"Brother Wang, it looks like the one from last week." Su Jiahe said.

"Jiahe, what's wrong with you? If I take out an antique, you think it's fake. Are you kidding me?" Wang Mang was a little impatient.

At this time, Daji walked over, took the bronze wine cup, and looked it up and down.

"I don't know about the Zhou Dynasty, but I've never seen such a wine cup in the Shang Dynasty."

"Really? Don't scare me." Hearing Daji from the Shang Dynasty say this, Wang Mang's heart began to beat fast, and he simply opened all the remaining boxes in one breath.

Su Jiahe looked through all the collections one by one, and finally shook his head regretfully.

"Brother Wang, why don't you ask more people about your antique collection?"

"What do you mean? Are these all fakes?" Wang Mang looked shocked.

Su Jiahe looked at Wang Mang's eager eyes and nodded helplessly.

"Is there nothing real or of any value?"

"Although I don't want to hit you, but I really don't have any. All these things cost no more than a thousand yuan."

"Alas, what a bunch of profiteers!" Wang Mang sighed and sat down dejectedly on the sofa.

"Brother Wang, don't be too sad. Money is just something outside of your body." Su Jiahe stepped forward to comfort him.

"But I've been away for sixteen years, and when I came back, I had nothing." Wang Mang took a tissue and wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes. "Forget it, I'll keep these things as a reminder."

Wang Mang collected the fake antiques on the ground and put them back into the big box.

The big box had been wiped clean, revealing its original color. Su Jiahe walked over to the box, touched it back and forth with his hands, and tapped it a few times to listen to the sound.

"Brother Wang, what's the origin of this box of yours?"

"I don't know, but my family had it when I was a child." Wang Mang said casually.

"I suddenly have some good news to tell you, do you want to know?"

"Do I have any good news now?" Wang Mang smiled bitterly.

"Although your collection is all fake, this big box is an authentic treasure."

"Ah? This box is a treasure? I remember that I usually use it to store miscellaneous things at home."

"What's different about this box?" He Shuangqing asked curiously.

"Do you know why it has been buried underground for over a decade without getting damp, being eaten by insects, or rotting? It still looks like new?"

"Oh, now that you mention it, I remember that this box has been used since my grandfather's generation, and it hasn't become old after all these years." Wang Mang also discovered the clue.

"Because it's coated with many layers of raw lacquer, lacquerware can last for hundreds of years. In the past, only the rich and powerful could afford it," Su Jiahe said. "However, this craft is on the verge of extinction."

"So, I really do have a treasure at home." Wang Mang's dejected expression faded slightly. "However, I can't bear to sell it. After all, this is the only old item left in my family."

"I understand, and I certainly won't let you sell it. Move it back to your room. It'll keep you company from now on."

When Su Jiahe got up the next day, everyone else had already gone to class, and only Wang Mang was sitting in the living room sighing.

"Oh, how could this liar be so wicked? I spent a million on those antiques. That was a million from 10 or 20 years ago!"

"Brother Wang, you were so rich before." Su Jiahe said in surprise.

"Don't talk about it, it's all in the past."

"Okay, don't be sad. New tourists are coming. Let's prepare to welcome them."

"Yes, I almost forgot about this!" Wang Mang immediately jumped up from the sofa and asked, "When will the tourists arrive?"

"Don't get excited. There's still an hour left. Clean up the house first and prepare some fruit and snacks."

"Okay." Wang Mang was very enthusiastic about receiving tourists. While decorating the living room, he kept chatting with Su Jiahe.

"Jia He, who do you think will come this time?"

"I don't know either, it's random every time." Su Jiahe said.

"Oh? That's even more interesting. I have a lot of historical figures I like, I wonder if I can meet one."

Looking at Wang Mang's excitement, Su Jiahe couldn't help but smile secretly.

I didn’t expect that the time traveler Wang Mang was actually a naughty old man.

【ding dong】

The 20th tourist has arrived.

Su Jiahe and Wang Mang were standing in the yard when they saw a young man in a black dragon robe entering from the gate.

"Hey, another emperor comes this time." Su Jiahe said in a low voice.

Wang Mang rubbed his eyes, stretched his neck, and finally saw the man's face clearly.

"I go!"