Lying down in the pile of feces, my whole body was lost, my eyes, nostrils, and corners of my mouth were all sticky. Suddenly, I wanted to cry, I wanted to let go of my heart, and cry completely without any scruples.

There was a burning pain in my waist. The pain reached my bones even if I moved a little. My head was buried deep in my arms. I couldn't understand why my life was so miserable.

He turned his head and was about to question Mao Tianlin when he heard a loud bang.

A huge stalagmite above my head hit the place where I was just standing. The sound of the impact made my ears hurt, and the broken pebbles flew around, making a "ding-ding-dong-dong" sound.

Mao Tianlin rolled on the spot with Wu Zijin, barely dodging the boulder, while Xue Yue and Shen Yuan quickly retreated behind them.

I was frightened by the sudden turn of events. At the same time, I also understood that if Mao Tianlin hadn’t kicked me and made me fly, it is conceivable that I would have become a piece of trash now, unable to fight, and

When Wu Zipei first came in, it was so dark inside that he had no time to look above his head. Fortunately, the stalagmite did not fall down at that time. Why did Mao Tianlin kick me away but hug Wu Zijin to avoid it? It could have been the other way around.

It seems that he still has prejudice against me.

"Kaci..."

After the stalagmite fell to the ground, cracks appeared on the surface and continued to expand. "Crack..." The broken place slipped, and a bright yellow light swayed in front of the eyes.

When the dust settled and saw that there was no more danger, everyone slowly gathered around the stalagmite. A smooth, smooth copper block the size of a palm was exposed, shining golden in the light of whale oil.

"What is this?" Wu Zijin stared blankly for a long time.

I touched it lightly with my hand, and felt a layer of greasy grease on my fingertips. The copper block was wrapped in boulders, and there was a layer of grease on the surface that blocked the air. No wonder it has been so well preserved after more than two thousand years.

"The devil knows what it is!"

I said to Wu Zijin: "First break open all the outer stones and then take a look."

Without saying a word, Wu Zijin picked up the butt of the gun and started smashing it. The outer stone was not as strong as expected, or it might have become loose when it fell. Without a few clicks, a huge copper brick was fully exposed.

"Brother Ye Zi, it's done."

Wu Zijin turned his head, looked at me hiding in the corner of the passage a few meters away, and asked doubtfully: "Ye... Brother Ye, why did you go there?"

Seeing that there were no dangers or mechanisms, I groped my way to the side of the copper bricks and said, "Oh... I just dropped something there, so I went to pick it up."

Shen Yuan and Mao Tianlin looked at me with contempt at the same time, even Xue Yue's monkey face

, you can also see the disdain, but I simply ignored their glances.

The copper brick is roughly in the shape of a rectangular parallelepiped, with a flat bottom and a protruding base, about the length of an arm and the width of a palm, while the top is a semicircle, very high, reaching the position of my shoulder, and very heavy. I tried to push it.

Several times, it didn't move at all.

"Why does this thing look like a tombstone?" Wu Zijin asked confused.

The monument must be a monument, but it is not clear whether it is a tombstone or not. Broadly speaking, the main function of the monument is nothing more than to remember people, events, and nominations.

It's just that I don't understand. From ancient times to the present, the material for making tombstones is usually stone, and a few use wood. But this monument that fell from the sky is made of copper. This is the first time I have seen this for my little grandpa.

arrive.

"Why don't you be more careful when you smash it!"

I stroked the surface of the monument, and there were several potholes on it, which were obviously caused by the gun butts. I couldn't help complaining to Wu Zijin: "This thing must be an ancient relic, and it may be worth a lot of money. You smashed it like this."

, if it doesn’t work, the gold can only be sold as cabbage...wait...copper...should not be so soft..."

I felt my throat was a little tight, and my heart beat suddenly accelerated a lot. I took out my dagger and stabbed the huge tombstone twice. It didn't use much force, but it made a small hole.

This is definitely not copper. The hardness of copper cannot be so low. Could it be... the heart beat faster? I felt like it was about to jump out of my throat, so I took out the lighter with trembling.

"laugh!"

Shen Yuan sneered and said, "Don't burn it. This stele is made of gold. Besides, real gold is not afraid of being tempered by fire. How can your smoking fire be enough!"

What Shen Yuan said made sense. In my excitement, I forgot that to identify the authenticity of gold, a flame of thousands of degrees is required to continuously burn. Even the temperature of the outer flame of my smoking lighter is only a few hundred degrees.

"Why are you so sure it's made of gold?" I turned around and asked.

"Seven greens, eight yellows, nine purples, and ten reds."

Shen Yuan said: "This stele is red in color. If it were red copper, the color would be much darker than this. With its softness and luster, this stele must be gold."

That makes sense! In ancient times, among metals including gold, silver, copper, and iron, in terms of smelting technology alone, gold and silver ranked first. As early as more than 10,000 years ago, people discovered gold, and it was a kind of hard currency.

In China, it first appeared in the form of gold foil and gold nuggets, and later gold ingots, but copper was different. Even during the Warring States Period, bronze was still the mainstay. There is no way or technology to make copper that is reddish like this.

Smelted.

But I still had doubts and said to Shen Yuan:

"During the Warring States Period more than two thousand years ago, metallurgical technology had not developed to a very high level. Some of the gold artifacts unearthed at that time contained impurities. The surface of the gold was usually white or had black spots. If this was

The stele is made of gold, and the quality is very good. Just looking at the appearance, I feel there is no difference between it and pure gold."

Shen Yuan said: "This monument is extracted from a piece of natural gold with very high purity."

"Oh!"

I was speechless, "That's right! There are nuggets and tau golds, but I wouldn't believe such a big piece of natural gold to kill the young man. Besides, you, Mr. Shen, have spectrometers in your eyes! You can see all this."

Do you have to come out?"

"Isn't it all written on it?" Shen Yuan pointed to the other side of the monument and said.

"Um...what..."

When I heard there were words on it, I quickly turned to the back, and sure enough, there were many words densely written in small seals on it.

"Brother Ye Zi, do you know these ancient characters?" Wu Zijin asked curiously when he saw that I was looking at them seriously.

Are you kidding me, this is what I do for a living, young master. How could I not recognize such a famous seal script? Not only people like me who deal with antiques and cultural relics, but also some calligraphy enthusiasts can understand it.

"What is written on it?" Wu Zijin asked like a fly, always buzzing.

"Taiyan Monument!"

I wondered: "What is the Taiyan Monument and what does it have to do with gold."

Shen Yuan said: "In the sixteenth year of King Zhao, a meteorite fell from the sky and landed in Nanzheng, Qin State. It destroyed countless houses and fertile fields. This meteorite was a natural gold stone with a very high gold content."

"etc."

I interrupted Shen Yuan and said: "Let me guess, young master. What you mean is that when I was kissing King Zhaoxiang, a meteorite fell from the sky. This meteorite has a high gold content and was heated by friction in the atmosphere.

, the stone on the outside was burned, and the gold inside was tempered by the fire and turned into a piece of very pure gold. After it fell to the ground, it was picked up and made into a monument and placed here."

"Yes." Shen Yuan said.

"Why haven't I heard of it?"

I asked funnyly: "In all dynasties, meteorites falling from the sky have been regarded as major disasters. Whether it is official history or unofficial history, it will be recorded. Why haven't I seen it?"

"Not everything will be recorded."

Shen Yuan said: "If the king agrees with you to remember, you can remember. If the king doesn't agree, you can't remember. How could you not know such a simple thing?"
Chapter completed!