abnabooks Chapter 191 A Tesla buried underground
Chapter 191 A Tesla buried underground
The first time Zhang Yang saw the azure porcelain tiles, he was thinking:
If this was really dug out in the same soil layer as the chariot and horse road, at least it was from the Northern Song Dynasty.
In the Northern Song Dynasty, it was still azure porcelain, which was easy to sell in large quantities.
Unexpectedly, the item information showed that this was actually a piece of broken porcelain from the [Northern Song Dynasty Ru Kiln].
Zhang Yang remembers clearly that in 2012, a box of 218 Northern Song Dynasty Ru kiln porcelain tiles sold for a high price of 28.75 million.
Equivalent to 130,000 per piece.
It would not be surprising if such a piece was found in the imperial kiln factory.
Ru kiln is an official kiln, and the porcelain that is fired but not selected will be smashed and buried underground.
A single piece can be sold for tens of thousands of yuan.
But the place where it was found was next to a carriage road.
Under normal circumstances, who would throw the pieces of porcelain from the imperial kiln alone on the roadside?
There is a possibility that during the Southern Song Dynasty, the Jin people went south and the porcelain they kidnapped accidentally fell on the roadside.
Then there is a high probability that a residual weapon can be scraped together.
Even if some parts are missing, they are enough to be collected in ordinary museums.
"Teacher, is this thing valuable?"
When Baoyou heard Zhang Yang said that he wanted to come to him, he knew that this was actually telling him in disguise: This is a good thing.
"Is it valuable? It's useless even if it's worth hundreds of millions." Zhang Yang waved his hand: "This thing cannot be traded."
"I can only tell you that its comprehensive value is very high and it is worthy of sending an archaeological team to excavate it."
"Stop keeping it in your pocket and prepare to hand it over."
"Then what is this?" Baoyou was still confused.
"Ru Ci." Zhang Yang replied briefly.
With these two simple words, Baoyou and the audience in the live broadcast room became excited.
[Gifts and thanks]
【The color is really similar】
[What kind of shitty luck, I picked up your porcelain at the construction site]
[Don’t be envious, my dear friends can’t keep this thing]
"Is it the Ru kiln from the Northern Song Dynasty?" Baoyou asked.
"Ru porcelain specifically refers to the porcelain fired in official kilns during the period from Zhezong to Huizong of the Northern Song Dynasty. Others, even those fired in the Southern Song Dynasty, can only be called imitations."
"Look at its color. You can never get tired of it. It's very moist."
"Although Song Huizong was not good at governing the country, his aesthetics is still trustworthy."
"That's it."
Baoyou was silent for a while.
Zhang Yang thought he was digesting what he just said. After all, if he had dug up the pieces of Ru porcelain, he would have tasted them carefully.
Unexpectedly, Baoyou suddenly said:
"I found it. There is someone selling pieces of your porcelain online. The price is 120,000 yuan."
"What era are you looking at? Ru kiln is definitely not allowed to be sold in China now." Zhang Yang said confidently.
If you dare to put this kind of transaction information on the Internet, wouldn't you be rushing to report your performance to the Internet police?
"It's said to be an offline transaction in Xiangjiang."
"That's no problem." Zhang Yang told Baoyou with a smile: "You can't get out of customs, so stop thinking nonsense."
"And you're exposed now."
Baoyou sighed and put the porcelain pieces away silently.
Then he took a few steps forward and pointed the camera at the ground.
"What the hell!"
Zhang Yang was shocked for the second time.
Because there were a lot of broken pieces of porcelain on the ground, some of which were still buried in the soil, with only half of them exposed.
Although there are no pieces of Ru porcelain like the ones just now, think about it, these are porcelain pieces buried deep in the ground.
"Teacher, how many pieces should I take for you to see?"
Baoyou said, reaching out to dig.
Zhang Yang quickly stopped him.
"No, no, no, no. Law-abiding citizens like us should leave it to the archaeological team to excavate when encountering such a situation."
"This is most likely a garbage dump where ancient people buried broken porcelain. Its scientific name is an ash pit."
"This pit itself is a ruins."
"But I feel so itchy when I look at it!" Baoyou said, pointing to a piece of brown porcelain.
The part of the porcelain piece that is exposed to the ground has obvious lotus patterns on it.
With decoration? That's another price.
"Me too."
Zhang Yang touched his upper lip and thought of a way:
"Let's do this. You can take a picture of the exposed part of the porcelain piece sideways. As long as the exposed area is large enough, I can see roughly."
"OK!"
Baoyou followed Zhang Yang's instructions and picked out a few typical pieces for him to take a look at.
"Cizhou kiln, early Northern Song Dynasty."
"Longquan kiln, late Northern Song Dynasty."
"Jizhou kiln, early Southern Song Dynasty."
"It's a pity, it's too late to dig." Zhang Yang sighed from the bottom of his heart.
"Yes, my parents gave birth to me too late." Baoyou also sighed: "Just these broken pieces of porcelain can probably be used to build a Tesla."
[At least you can keep that five baht in your pocket and no one will care about it]
[You’re already here, just take two pavement bricks back with you]
[Think openly, this thing is not yours in the first place]
[Next time you encounter something like this, dig it up and take it back]
"Don't listen to the barrages, and don't dig holes in the ash pit."
"If anything is dug up, you have to go in."
"I know." Baoyou responded, looking like he was about to leave the scene of the crime.
But he was still a step late, or in other words, someone was faster.
Outside the video, a middle-aged man's voice came, obviously asking this treasure friend:
"What did you find under there?"
"The archaeological team is here and they want to show them what they dug out."
"It's nothing, there's a Tesla buried underneath." Baoyou said calmly.
…
After disconnecting the continuous wheat, Zhang Yang was still thinking about the Ru kiln porcelain pieces just now.
Whenever he was in Linhai, he would go to this ash pit himself.
"Teacher, please check this for me. Is it real gold?"
The new treasure friend brought out a golden child statue.
The shape is similar to that of a Buddha statue, except that the face and body look like that of a child.
On the lotus pedestal at the bottom, there are also inscribed words of unknown origin, most likely scriptures.
"Why do you look like Gumantong?" Zhang Yang asked.
Gumantong, also known as Golden Boy, is a special kind of Buddha statue in Southeast Asia.
This thing is very evil. Zhang Yang read the news before and heard that some people in the entertainment industry worship this thing to lower people's heads.
However, Baoyou's item is a bit better. It looks like it is made of wood carvings and lacquered gold, without any strange additions.
"Yes, I brought this back from Thailand, and the local mage has consecrated it."
"Did you specifically ask someone to turn on the light?"
Zhang Yang was a little frightened and panicked.
Because Gumantong was consecrated by a monk with a very high level of cultivation, he summoned the dead and homeless infant spirits and injected them into the Buddha statue.
"I didn't ask for it specifically, but I bought it after having it approved."
"That's it." Zhang Yang nodded, and he just finished the appraisal, and then said, "Then you should have been deceived."
"This thing is made in Yiwu, and the gold on it is not real gold."
"In a sense, this is a reshoring of goods."
"Ah?" Baoyou couldn't believe it.
He retorted to Zhang Yang and said: "The consecration of Gumantong has nothing to do with where the boy was born, right?"
"You're just trying to be a bully." Zhang Yang curled his lips and said, "The eminent monk consecrated it and did it to Yiwu's small commodities, right?"
"Then why don't you just invite the eminent monk to sit on the factory assembly line?"