Bloody Romance: I, the big troublemaker, Zhong Yuemin!

In the next few days, Zhong Yuemin and his companions visited the mountains and rivers near Qinjiazhuang. There were no such things as scenic spots these days, and everything was pristine. After playing for three days, they saw that the time was almost up and planned to return to northern Shaanxi the next day. They did not go out for a stroll on the day of departure, but chatted in the yard. The little kids of the Qin family had already become familiar with them, calling them "big brother" all the time.

At this time, the little kid from Qin Yi's family came running over with his short legs.

"Brother Zhong, I want to drink too."

At this moment, they were drinking bulk white wine and chewing peanuts.

Zhong Yuemin smiled and pinched the child's dirty little face. "You can't drink white wine. Do you want soda?"

"Yes, it's very sweet. I know it's in the house."

Well, this clever little guy has been thinking about it all the time.

"I'll get it!" Zheng Tong stood up and went into the cave. He had brought the soda with him before coming here. He had given it to a few kids before and had been thinking about it.

Zheng Tong took out the soda, and several children gathered around him, "Brother Zheng, I want to drink, I want to drink..."

"Don't worry, we have everything. Go get your bowls and I'll pour them for you."

The kids ran back to their homes to get bowls, poured soda in them, and couldn't wait to take a sip. Their eyes narrowed into slits.

"So sweet, haha!" She circled around them.

It’s better to be a child. The living conditions are a bit difficult, but you are carefree and have no worries.

Zhong Yuemin threw a peanut into his mouth and chewed it. Suddenly he caught a glimpse of the 'bowl' in Qin Yi's little kid's hand. It looked familiar.

"Little Deer, let me see the 'bowl' in your hand."

The little kid named Xiaoluer came over and drank the soda inside before handing it over.

"Brother Zhong, here!"

Zhong Yuemin took it and examined it carefully. Luo Jianguo on the side said casually:

"Yuemin, what's wrong? Is this piece of scrap metal some kind of cultural relic or antique?"

Zhong Yuemin didn't say anything. When he saw the four characters "Zhaizi Zhongguo" on the bottom of the bottle, his hands couldn't help but tremble. His whole expression changed. He hurriedly asked the little kid,

"Xiaoluer, where did you get this?"

"Home!"

"I know your family. I mean... forget it, go get your dad."

"Oh!" the little kid ran away and called for the adults.

Ermao said: "Yuemin, you are being so mysterious. This piece of junk is covered in rust. Could it be a treasure?"

"Rubbish? You have no taste at all! This is an authentic bronze wine vessel. If I'm not mistaken, this bronze wine vessel should be more than three thousand years old."

"Oh my god, is this true? Come, let me see!"

The peanuts in Luo Jianguo's hand no longer smelled good, so he threw them on the plate and tried to take them.

"Be careful, don't fall."

Luo Jianguo took it and looked at it carefully. Ermao, Cao Gang and others also came over to take a look.

"It's nothing special. Is this really a drinking vessel used by ancient people? Zheng Tong, you're well-versed in ancient history, right? Come and take a look."

Zheng Tong said:

"I know more about the history of the Ming and Qing dynasties, but not much about the history of the Western Zhou Dynasty. Besides, history is history, and cultural relics are cultural relics. Each profession has its own specialization. They are like two different disciplines and cannot be confused. Yuemin, is this bronze wine vessel valuable?"

Zhong Yuemin smiled and was about to speak when Qin Yi came over and asked, "Director Zhong, what's going on?"

Zhong Yuemin took the bronze wine vessel and said, "Uncle Qin, where did you get this?"

Qin Yi looked at the object and thought for a moment.

"It was thrown away at home a few years ago. Maybe my dad picked it up outside when he was still alive? Later, it looked like a utensil, so after washing it, it became a wine glass. It has been kept in the cupboard next to the stove. What happened?"

"Uncle Qin, this is a bronze wine vessel from thousands of years ago. It's worth a fortune. If we take it out and sell it abroad in thirty or forty years, it will be worth at least 100 million!"

He was not just talking nonsense; he had a basis for his words. He felt that the object was familiar to him. He had seen it somewhere before, but he couldn't remember where it was. However, when he saw the inscription 'Zezi Zhongguo' on the bottom, he immediately remembered that it was the treasure of the Baoji City Museum that he had seen in his previous life - the He Zun!

The shape and style are almost identical.

The He Zun was unearthed in Jiacun Town, Baoji City, Shaanxi Province in 1963. Initially, this bronze artifact was discovered by a villager and taken home. After several twists and turns, it was finally purchased by the Baoji City Museum for 30 yuan in 1965, becoming the museum's treasure. However, this "He Zun" is still unknown at present.

The entire discovery process of the He Zun was full of twists and turns. Initially, the bronze artifact was mistaken for ordinary waste and was almost destroyed. It was not until 1975 that experts discovered an inscription on the inner bottom while cleaning the rust. The inscription contained the four characters "Ze Zi Zhongguo". This is the earliest known written record of the word "China". It has important historical value and is a national first-class cultural relic.

It can be said to be a priceless treasure. Later generations, industry insiders estimated its value to be 3 billion.

And what he holds in his hand now is obviously another 'He Zun'!

"How much? One hundred million?!"

Qin Yi opened his mouth wide in disbelief, then said, "Director Zhong, if you like it, just take it."

"Why, Uncle Qin, you don't believe what I say?"

"It's not that I don't believe it," Qin Yi scratched his head. In fact, he really didn't believe it in his heart. Just a piece of iron, it's really an ancient thing, at most it's just for drinking, is worth hundreds of millions? How much money would that be?

"You've already said that in thirty or forty years, I'll have to sell it overseas. I'm not sure if I'll live to see that day. I've lived most of my life and haven't left the province. Where is overseas? Take it, take it..."

"Uncle Qin, I'll take advantage of this opportunity. I'll buy this thing and give you a thousand. How about that?"

"No, no, Director Zhong, how can I ask you for money? Without your help this time, my brother's ashes wouldn't be buried. I can't accept it..."

Zhong Yuemin didn't say much, he got up and went into the house to give the money to the man.

"You keep it. I got a great deal. I should be the one feeling sorry."

Qin Yi had no choice but to accept it.

Zhong Yuemin looked at the object in his hand and couldn't help shaking his head and laughing. He had entered a tomb that was suspected to be from the Qin Dynasty before. Although he was forced to do so, he encountered human-shaped bats and a terrifying thousand-year-old banshee, but he didn't see any rare treasures and almost lost his life. As a result, now he was drinking some wine and talking nonsense here, and he could even drink out a priceless treasure "He Zun". Life is really full of surprises.

After all, it is a city with historical relics. It seems that you can dig out cultural relics and antiques by digging any dirt. This is not an exaggeration. The thousand-year-old famous Famen Temple in Baoji collapsed due to heavy rain in 81. More than 2000 Tang Dynasty cultural relics were unearthed, which is really half of the history of the prosperous Tang Dynasty.

He had no intention of selling this 'He Zun', so he put it in the space first and would deal with it later.