At the end of 2005, according to the oral recollection of the person involved (Lady Bao).

In that 1998, a large number of cultural relics were destroyed and confiscated. Many wealthy families had no choice but to bury their own treasures deep underground, usually in a tank and buried with the soil.

After 1970, the country took the initiative to return a lot of things to the household owner. This type of return cultural relics is usually equipped with a box made of ebony, which says "Refund 000 to 000" on it, so when you see this box when you collect it, there are many good things.

At around 10 o'clock in the evening, the huge Bao family cemetery was very desolate. A fire lit up in front of a tombstone. It was Mrs. Bao burning paper for his father.

A narrow hole with a diameter of less than one meter was opened on the ground next to the tombstone.

A long rope fell from the hole. Douyazai, the temporary helper I called, was squatting beside the rope and smoking. A blower tube was also placed with the rope.

Seeing the rope shaking, Douyazi immediately started to lift the soil, and the loess she lifted fell beside the tombstone and piled up into a small hill.

"Damn it, Fengzi, it's not the end yet?"

"No!"

It's too deep, this is the second deepest hole I have ever made since I entered the industry!

Some people say you are bragging, but you are afraid you must be ten stories high in 30 meters. Who believes that? Anyone who has this idea is an amateur. There are many large tombs buried deep in the Western Zhou Dynasty and Warring States Period.

From the afternoon to now, the vertical depth has approached 30 meters!

The space underneath is small and black, and it is not oxygen-free. The blower needs to be turned on every five minutes to get oxygen. In the early years, people in the industry used the Dongcheng brand portable blower, which burns diesel, and soft-skinned plastic pipes at one end.

I was wearing a headlight, covered in soil, and I could only dig the soil with my body beneath.

"Bah, fuck..."

I thought to myself, is this old lady playing with me?

After digging for most of the day, I haven't seen the hair now. I'm digging down, I'm afraid I'll dig it to the underworld.

Half an hour later, the depth went down two meters. As I was digging, I suddenly saw a lot of rotten hay.

When I digged the hay, I saw a small water tank half-covered and buried in the soil.

At this moment, my heart was beating wildly, and I carefully cleaned the floating soil around the mouth of the tank with my hands to let it be exposed.

The cylinder is pressed with solid wood boards up to three inches thick!

The surface of the wooden board is moldy and rotten. It is conceivable that the years have passed since it was buried. After taking off the wooden board, I saw that there was still hay in the tank. At the bottom, there was a cast iron box hidden.

The whole is square, with the old-fashioned long copper locks of the past. The surface of the iron box is rusty, and there is a round pull ring on each side of the left and right sides. I tied the pull ring to the rope and looked up at Douyazi pulling it up little by little.

It took me a lot of time to climb up and asked panting, "Grandma, where is the key to this box? Open it and take a look."

The old lady looked at the iron box and shook her head and smiled bitterly: "I saw this thing once when I was a child. I didn't expect that when I was old, I could still look at it before I died. Dad, all the ancestors of the Bao family, please forgive me."

The eldest sister covered her face and choked softly. Almost no one noticed it, and the corners of her mouth curled.

The old lady took out a string of old-fashioned keys from her arms. She pointed to which one was, then handed it to Douyazai and said, "Open it."

Douyazi took the key and tinkered for a long time. He shook it hard and said angrily: "The grass, is it rust so badly! It can't be opened!"

"Get out of the way, I'll do it."

Douyazi didn't know that there was a skill in opening this kind of old lock. After I took over, I inserted it until I didn't move, and then rotated it hard along a 45-degree angle.

I feel that my hand can't be rotated anymore, so I should slowly pull it out a little, and then twist it again.

I heard Kata sound...it was opened.

After opening it, I saw that there were a lot of old oil paper stuffed into the iron box. After uncovering the oil paper layer by layer, a scroll appeared in front of me.

The head of the shaft was white and yellow, and I recognized it at a glance. This was a shaft of the shaft made of "some kind of teeth". In the past, it was a very high-end material and ordinary people could not afford it.

Douyazi's eyes were staring at the boss. He held up a flashlight to help me illuminate, while I untied the rope, spread the scroll bit by bit.

It's not a paper painting, it's a silk painting.

When I saw this thing for the first time, I felt old-fashioned and rushed to my face.

The silk looks dry, oxidized and yellowed, and there are some stains on the edges. The subject of the painting is an ancient pine tree covered with dozens of red seals, both large and small!

These seal fonts cover official script, cursive script, running script, etc., and there are even nine stacks of seal script. I don’t recognize these seals, but I recognized one, which is also the largest in the drawing.

"The Seal of Emperor Qianlong's Imperial View".

What a good thing...

We are not very knowledgeable about calligraphy, calligraphy and painting, but I have never eaten pork and seen pigs running. A good or bad thing can't escape my eyes.

Douyazi was a little excited, and he asked, "Fengzi, who drew this? Didn't you say it's a sparrow picture? Where is this sparrow?"

Huh......

Douyazi asked me, but I didn’t see a sparrow, I only saw a pine tree on the painting.

I immediately turned around and asked, "Grandma, what I passed down from your family is not a sparrow picture, but a pine tree picture, right?"

The old lady said expressionlessly: "You are taking a closer look."

I looked at the light again and carefully.

Grass, I saw the sparrow.

Just one!

Hidden on the trunk of the pine tree in the painting! Not big, if you don’t look carefully, you will not be able to find it at all!

The little sparrow is very vivid and has some fine brushwork characteristics. The point is that the sparrow's head is looking to the right.

There is a calligraphy in the calligraphy and painting line. The sparrow's head is worth one hundred and the sparrow's head is worth one thousand.

It means that any sparrow head in ancient paintings that looks to the right are ten times more expensive than those that look to the left.

There are many seals in this painting, but I have identified the signature of the painter. This scroll should be the "Anonymous Cold Bird Picture" from the Southern Song Dynasty." By the Qing Dynasty, it was re-mounted.

The tree on the painting is bare and has no leaves, which means it is winter, so it is more appropriate to call the sparrow a cold bird.

"Anonymous" means painters with unknown identities. In the past, there were many such paintings in the Qing Palace, and there were only a few silk paintings from the Southern Song Dynasty. It can be said that each piece is worth a lot, and there are so many private seals of collectors of all generations.

The old lady asked, "How is it, you guys are ready."

"Well, I'm sure you're looking at it. The things are really good. Grandma, the old-fashioned brand of your Bao family, Jade Cabbage and Silver? If possible, I hope you can sell it to me together."

I heard the old lady say expressionlessly: "In the famine era, my father sold the elderly care brand for money. The jade cabbage is still there, but don't think about it. I promised to sell this painting just to raise money to save my little granddaughter."

I immediately said respectfully that I knew Grandma. (I'll get one first.)

"Okay, since you have seen the things, when will you give me the money?"

I looked at the time and said that I would probably get the money at noon tomorrow, and we will pay the money and deliver the goods at the same time.

The old lady didn't say anything and nodded with a dark face.

......

One hour later, on the dirt road leaving Guozhuang.

Douyazai sat on the passenger seat and said excitedly: "Brother Feng, you are so awesome! We are going to make a fortune again this time!"

I smiled and said, "Is the little girl okay?"

"It's okay, it's very good! You don't know, that little girl likes Xiaoxuan!"

"It's fine. When you go back, tell Xiaoxuan to take good care of her and don't let her run around in the mountains."

Douyazai nodded and said don’t worry.

I sent Douyazai back first, and then returned to the county town. I called Wenwen to meet downstairs.

"Ah? Brother Xiang, you want to withdraw money? But you have only bought your financial management for two days!"

"Well, I'm in a hurry. I'll ask for 800,000 yuan in cash. You'll give it to me tomorrow morning."

Wenwen immediately said: "Brother Xiang, you have to make an appointment. Our bank usually doesn't put so much cash. Besides, if you withdraw money now, you will lose your principal!"

“How much is the loss?”

"The loss is about 4% and about 100,000."

"So much! I'll borrow someone else's first." (Since this time, my money has never been deposited regularly and I have never bought any financial management. It's all cheating things.)

"Wenwen, please help me with cash, I must get it tomorrow morning."

Wenwen gritted his teeth and thought for a long time and said, okay, Brother Xiang, I will find a way to help you.

Things are in place and money is about to be in place.
Chapter completed!