Wu Xiaobin put on his gloves and carefully took the paper umbrella from Yan Zheng's hand, holding it in his hand and observing it repeatedly.

The oil-paper umbrella originated in the Spring and Autumn Period and the Warring States Period. It is the oldest main rain gear in my country. Legend has it that it was designed and manufactured by Lu Ban's wife Yun after being inspired by the pavilions built in gardens and scenic spots for tourists to take shelter from the rain.

Due to the material of the umbrella, it is extremely difficult to preserve it, and few umbrellas have survived to this day.

Yan Zheng's paper umbrella is very peculiar. On the ribs, you can see the seal left by the umbrella maker from the Western Han Dynasty, but on the handle of the oil umbrella, there is a seal engraved that belongs to a woman named Su Ming from the Tang Dynasty.

How could an umbrella have been preserved so completely for hundreds of years from the Western Han Dynasty to the Tang Dynasty, and how could it have been passed down to Yan Zheng's hands over the course of thousands of years?

The Song Dynasty's "Along the River During the Qingming Festival" has been oxidized and needs special preservation, but this umbrella is as new as ever! You can imagine Wu Xiaobin's shock.

Wu Xiaobin could conclude that this umbrella was authentic, made in the Western Han Dynasty, and used during the Tang Dynasty... As for why it could be preserved to this day, it was beyond Wu Xiaobin's knowledge.

"Mr. Yan, I would like to take the liberty to ask how your umbrella is preserved to this day!"

Yan Zheng smiled and said, "It's passed down from our ancestors!"

These words made Wu Xiaobin choke up. This is not nonsense. It must be passed down from the ancestors. If it is not passed down from the ancestors, how can you still live from the Western Han Dynasty to the present? The question is how it was passed down. Then he asked unwillingly: "I know it is

By ancestral, I mean how did your ancestors preserve it so well without oxidation!”

Yan Zheng spread his hands.

"I guess you have to ask my ancestors about this, I don't know either. How about I burn paper for you next time I visit the grave?"

Wu Xiaobin was once again choked and speechless by Yan Zheng. After a few seconds of silence, Wu Xiaobin gave up communicating with Yan Zheng and instead studied the red lantern in Yan Zheng's hand.

When researching lanterns, Wu Xiaobin faced the same problem as paper umbrellas. Whether it was lacquer wood craftsmanship, style, or materials, it could be concluded that lanterns were products of the prosperous Tang Dynasty. But the question was how he made the lampshades immortal after thousands of years.

The silk yarn is as new as ever, it doesn't look like it was from the Tang Dynasty at all, it looks more like it was from last week.

Meeting Wu Xiaobin's shocked and laborious eyes, Yan Zheng said before Wu Xiaobin could ask, "Don't ask me how it was preserved. I don't know exactly. I only know that it was handed down from my ancestors!"

Yan Zheng admired scholars like Wu Xiaobin from the bottom of his heart. Looking at Wu Xiaobin's incomprehensible look as his worldview was about to collapse, Yan Zheng also wanted to tell him the truth, but when the words came to his lips, he couldn't say them out. He couldn't tell Wu Xiaobin, you see.

The two things we arrived were not things at all, they were just two monsters!

Then people must not arrest him as a madman!

Glancing at the crowd watching the excitement around him, Yan Zheng coughed and said, "Mr. Wu, do you think we should give way so as not to delay others' boarding?"

Wu Xiaobin glanced at Yan Zheng with a complicated look, and said heartbrokenly: "Mr. Yan, let me remind you that both of your things have extremely high historical and cultural value. Although they are well preserved, taking them out like this... is a bit of a waste.

…This kind of antiquities are most afraid of air oxidation and moisture and insect infestation, so it is better to preserve them carefully to leave a legacy for future generations…”

Wu Xiaobin was interrupted by Yan Zheng indifferently before he finished speaking.

"It's okay, a thing like me is a thief. Maybe if you go, they will still be there!"

Wu Xiaobin rolled his eyes in anger at these words. Yan Zheng said three sentences in total, none of which sounded human.

Yan Zheng stepped up to walk into the inspection door, but was stopped by the security personnel again, who wanted to reach out to check Yan Zheng's umbrella and lantern ghost.

Wu Xiaobin immediately shouted from behind: "Don't do it. These two antiques are priceless treasures. They are the only ones in the world. It is not an exaggeration to say they are national treasures. No one will use such treasures to hide dangerous goods!"

The security inspector who stretched out his hand quickly pulled his hand back as if he saw a scorpion. Although he didn't say anything, his body honestly made way for Yan Zheng.

When Yan Zheng walked into the security gate, he didn't forget to turn around and say thank you to Wu Xiaobin. Then he held a lantern in one hand and put the umbrella on his back with the other, and left gracefully.

After Yan Zheng left, there was an explosion in front of the security gate, and there was a lot of discussion about the two antiques on Yan Zheng's body.

Seeing Yan Zheng walking away, Wu Xiaobin was about to turn around and leave and go back to queue, but unexpectedly he was stopped by the security inspector.

"Professor Wu, right? Wait a minute, that person's umbrella and lantern just now are really that valuable~?"

Some curious people nearby also echoed.

"That's right, Professor Wu, tell me how much his two things are worth. Everyone has an idea. If you are on the same flight with him later, stay away from him. Don't be unable to afford the compensation if you bump into him."

Wu Xiaobin pushed up his glasses and thought for a moment and said: "It's hard to say the value of umbrellas and lanterns. The significance of research is greater than the significance of collection. After all, they are orphans. They have a price but no market. They cannot be measured by money. But I don't think the person just now would take them.

It’s for auction. I can give you a reference. His glasses are also antiques from the late Qing Dynasty. The frames are made of brushed gold and are seamless and finely carved. The lenses are also ground from natural crystal. That pair of glasses

The value must be tens of millions. Do you think people who can wear such glasses as ordinary glasses care about money?"

After Wu Xiaobin finished speaking, there was only the sound of gasping for air around him, and many people smacked their mouths in envy, wishing they could take their own lives. After hearing this, the two security inspectors looked like they had survived the disaster, and they were glad that they had just

He didn't force the inspection, and if he really got into trouble, he couldn't afford to buy them both, so he immediately cast a grateful look at Wu Xiaobin.

In any case, after Wu Xiaobin's promotion, Yan Zheng became famous in this security area. Many people fantasized about whether they would meet Yan Zheng when flying and have a chance to make friends. There were also several postures.

A good girl, with spring in her heart, dreaming of reaching the sky in one step, flying on a branch and becoming a phoenix.

Yan Zheng didn't know what happened next in front of the security gate. If he had been present, his jaw would have dropped. There's no telling if he could have exchanged the Lantern Ghost for hundreds of millions of foreign flowers.

At this time, Yan Zheng was following the instructions on the ticket to find his own waiting hall. There were only a few people in the hall. He just found a secluded place and sat down. Next to him sat a young man wearing hip-hop clothing, his hair tied with a headband.

She had a broomstick-shaped hairstyle that looked up to the sky, and Yan Zheng couldn't help but look at it a few more times.

Feeling that someone was looking at him, the hip-hop young man smiled politely at Yan Zheng.

Then a foreigner sat across from him. He was fat and broad. Judging from his body shape, Yan Zheng knew he was an American without much thought.

Mi Guo took out his mobile phone and looked down at it. Yan Zheng felt bored and took out his own to browse the news.

After reading a few words, there was a crisp sound of heels hitting the ground behind me. The voice belonged to a young girl. The three men all looked in the direction of the sound.

As expected, the other party is a fashionable girl with long hair, an oval face, denim shorts, a loose T-shirt, and a pair of cowhide boots on her feet, which fully demonstrates her youthful vitality. Her appearance is only about five or six points, but with this outfit
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