Chapter 170 Am I a suspect? (All orders require additional updates)
Faced with the problem of dialect, Le Miao thought for more than ten seconds before slowly speaking:
"Based on logic, I think it should be a real antique."
Then she reasoned:
"If he wants to imitate it, why not just imitate the Wanren Sword? Does he have to get such a golden sword to control his house?"
When Fang Yan thought about it, it was true. Since this sword was used to get close to the story of suppressing Chi Kiss, logically it would be more correct to imitate the Wanren Sword.
He nodded and agreed with Le Miao's statement:
"That makes sense!"
Then he flicked the golden sword with his fingers and made two "clang clang" sounds.
Then he said with some regret:
"But this is just a golden sword and has nothing to do with cutting iron like clay."
To be honest, speaking in dialect, I actually want to see how sharp the famous ancient swords can be.
This golden sword obviously cannot have the ability to cut iron like clay. The material of gold means that its hardness is not high.
Hearing what the dialect said, Le Miao smiled and said:
"But if you trade this golden sword with others for a sword that can cut through iron like mud, I think many people will be willing to trade it."
Modern casting technology can already make weapons that are as sharp as iron. In comparison, the value of this sword is much higher.
Fang Yan shook his head, made a sword dance with his sword, and said:
"Forget it, I can't bear to part with it. According to your statement, this sword should have been cast in the Eastern Han Dynasty, thousands of years ago. It is a veritable antique."
"By the way, speaking of this, I just found a piece of jade in the box. What dynasty is it from?" As he spoke, Fang Yan gave Le Miao the chi-kiss jade carving he had found earlier.
Le Miao took it and looked at it, then frowned slightly.
Then after checking it over and over several times, he said:
"Somewhat like the sculpture style of the Southern Song Dynasty."
"And this jadeite should have been imported from abroad at that time. There should be no such green material in China. It should have been carved from stone brought back from Southeast Asia by merchants in the Southern Song Dynasty."
Fang Yan was not concerned about the stone, he asked:
"You said it's from the Southern Song Dynasty? Not from the Ming Dynasty?"
Le Miao said:
"The people in the Ming Dynasty were not so carved."
Fang Yan glanced at the jade and then at the golden sword in his hand and said:
"So Shi Heng used a golden sword from the Eastern Han Dynasty and a jade carving from the Southern Song Dynasty to decorate his house? This is too extravagant!"
Le Miao picked up the iron birch box that Fang Yan had just opened, put the jade in his hand back, and found that it fit perfectly.
She then sighed:
"So it's no wonder that Zhu Qizhen was too greedy to kill him, the official who made the first contribution to the restoration. It would have taken a lot of effort just to carve such an iron birch box."
"Indeed." Fang Yan nodded.
Le Miao then pushed the box with jade in front of Fang Yan and said:
"Okay, now that we've figured it out, put your things away quickly and don't let anyone see it."
Fang Yan pointed at the jade:
"He who sees it has a share, take this piece of jade."
After all, they helped me no matter what, and Fang Yan had to express his gratitude.
Unexpectedly, Le Miao did not hesitate at all and shook her head:
"No, I don't lack these things at home, you'd better keep them for yourself."
Dialect said in surprise:
"This is from the Southern Song Dynasty. You don't want this?"
Le Miao shook her head, and then she lowered her voice:
"We all have bronzes and jade from the Zhou Dynasty..."
"..." Fang Yan was shocked by these words.
Well, a skinny camel is bigger than a horse, so I still underestimated the Le family's heritage.
The state prohibits the sale of Zhou Dynasty bronzes.
Much more ruthless than myself.
No wonder Le Miao declined his kindness without any hesitation.
Then Le Miao said to the dialect:
"And you see, the sword and jade are a set. I think you should keep them together and continue to control the house."
Fang Yan nodded, he really had no intention of taking this thing out. After putting the things away, Fang Yan asked Le Miao:
"You really know a lot about antiques?"
Le Miao did not deny it and responded:
"It's just so so. Someone in my family used to like to collect these things, so I know a little bit about it. If it's too complicated and unpopular, I can't remember it and can't understand it."
Fang Yan looked at the golden sword placed in the box and said:
"It's a good thing that this sword has inscriptions, otherwise I wouldn't be able to tell what age it is."
Le Miao nodded:
"Well, that's right. Gold will always have the same color no matter how long it has been buried. Therefore, many people are reluctant to touch gold in antiques because it is not easy to identify and the price is several times more expensive than gold of the same weight. ”
Fang Yan pressed the iron birch box together again. At this time, it only took a few taps for the mechanism to go back and seal it.
He did not knock for the time being, but turned his head to Le Miao, pointed to the book she brought, and asked:
"By the way, can you show me the two ancient books you have here?"
Le Miao handed it to Fang Yan without thinking:
"Okay, but these are either ancient books or were printed decades ago. This "Ancient and Modern Swords and Swords" is from 1931, and this "Shui Jing" is from 1933."
Check out the 16-9 book bar and see the correct version!
"Take it and take a look. If it's not enough, I have a lot more at home."
When Fang Yan heard this, he was not polite:
"Okay, let me take a look first and give it to you then."
Fang Yan plans to gain some basic knowledge about antiques first, so that he will not know anything about antiques when he encounters them later.
However, in addition to knowledge, antiques also require eyesight to distinguish them.
There have been people who have forged antiques throughout the ages.
If you just rely on knowledge and no discernment, it is easy to buy a bunch of fakes.
Especially in a few years, when the antique market begins to emerge, antique counterfeiting will become common in the market.
Then Fang Yan took the box and two books and left Tongrentang.
Today is an unexpected gain.
Gold from troubled times, antiques from prosperous times, this sword has them all.
To say that these ancients were really good at hiding things, it was a good thing that such a thing had been kept for so long. Fortunately, they had the money to use good materials, otherwise it would have been discovered during maintenance.
Fang Yan thought for a while and decided to search other places when he went back to see if he could still find some secret passages in the cellar or something.
……
After getting on the bus, dialect returned to Foreign Ministry Street.
At this time, he discovered that the street had been cordoned off with red lines.
There were still many onlookers standing around.
Fang Yan went up and saw a young man from the street office whom he had met once, and asked him:
"Comrade, what's going on? Why is this place blocked?"
The other party also looked confused and said:
"I don't know either. I went out just now and was blocked when I came back."
"People inside are not allowed to go out, and people outside are not allowed to enter."
At this time, a person next to him took over the conversation and said:
"I know, a leader came just now, and then this place was sealed."
"It is said that the police dog smelled the clue, and a new discovery has been made."
"The reason for not allowing people to pass by is to preserve the integrity of the scene."
Then another person said angrily:
"Hey, you said it's different when this expert drops something. How can we ordinary people let them work so hard?"
At this moment, a large group of people walked out of the Concorde Villa, led by two police dogs.
After they went out, they headed straight towards the other end of the street and sniffed it.
After a while, both police dogs stopped.
Then he started barking twice at the door of a house.
Fang Yan's heart suddenly jumped, because that direction turned out to be his own courtyard.
In the blink of an eye, he became a suspect?
PS: After finishing this chapter, I still owe you 78,000. I still have it this afternoon, so I will continue coding...
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