Ding Li took a square bronze plate, threw aside the two dinosaur eggs placed on it, and looked at the inscriptions and sculptures on the bronze plate. He saw a man with a huge head and a bird-shaped mask.
He is holding a short round tube in his hand. The shape is simple and exaggerated, but it is absolutely vivid. Without looking too much, Ding Li can feel a thick complexion coming from time to time, directly transmitted to Ding Li from the ancient times.
In Ding Li's eyes, the round tube held by the figure carved on the bronze plate looked very familiar, as if it was similar to the golden staff in his arms!
"These are all national treasures!" Huang Lang's hands were shaking a little.
Ding Li was too lazy to pay attention to Huang Lang. If these were considered national treasures, then there were too many national treasures in China. He tricked these villagers very skillfully, and soon he found out that they had found a treasure in the nearby mountains.
There are many such things in ancient relics. Later, many cultural relic dealers came here after hearing the news and took away many of them, making the villagers here make "big fortunes".
They sold all the bronzes worth hundreds of thousands or millions of yuan for hundreds or thousands of yuan. But soon, all the things they found were sold out, and the cultural relic dealers never came again.
Here comes this poor mountain village.
Unexpectedly, they recently discovered another ruins. These are freshly minted cultural relics!
"Do you want to call the police?" Huang Lang asked quietly.
"Whatever, if you want to call the police, you can call the police!" Ding Li was all-powerful. In his opinion, the people in his hometown were already as poor as this. It took a lot of effort to make a small fortune, so why should they have to cut off their life? What's more,
Why should everything dug out of the ground be confiscated? If you say it belongs to the country, it has nothing to do with you. If you want to go to a museum in the future, don’t you have to pay for tickets?
Besides, who can guarantee that they won’t be secretly sold by those morons in the museum to enrich their own pockets? There have been quite a few reports on this kind of thing over the years.
However, as a former police officer, Huang Lang's thoughts were definitely different from Ding Li's. It should be said that his consciousness was much higher. He wanted to call the police and return all these cultural relics to the country.
Ding Li was too lazy to pay attention to him, thinking that this was a rare opportunity, so he selected a few smaller objects to keep as souvenirs. What's more, Ding Li found that some of these things were perfect for making utensils.
Hey, Ding Li is holding a short stone pipe, which looks exactly like the thing held by the figure on the bronze plate he just saw. But it seems to be jade, but the texture seems to be very ordinary.
There were also signs of being broken. Ding Li immediately lost interest and threw it aside.
Huang Lang wanted to call the police, but it was difficult to call the police in a place like this. Although there was a telephone in the village from the 1970s or 1960s, it was in the village committee. But if he wanted to call the police in this place, then
If you are looking for death, you can only run out for dozens of miles and find a place to make a call. As for the mobile phone, before it entered the mountain, there was no signal at all and it became a complete decoration!
"I don't know when this cultural relic was created? Where did it come from?" Ding Li was at a loss for words. Huang Lang had a gloomy face along the way, and he didn't know who he was angry with.
In fact, Huang Lang had begun to regret it at this time. He felt that he had brought too many things, and it seemed that they were not very useful.
"Where is the place?" Huang Lang was a little anxious. Although he had a simple map, it was drawn casually by hikers. It was not accurate at all and could only be used as a reference.
But Ding Li was not so impatient. He had already been mentally prepared. To find the legendary ghost cave, he had to ask the nearby villagers, but the villages they passed did not have any information about the ghost cave.
Legend. This shows that the ghost cave is not nearby at all, and there are still people to look for!….
"I can't do it anymore," Huang Lang gasped and sat on the ground, panting like a cow: "I'm exhausted, Mom!"
Ding Li smiled and said: "If I were you, I would throw away those tatters I brought with me!"
Without saying a word, Huang Lang threw away all the unused things he had brought. This suddenly reduced the weight by half.
"Tell you good news and bad news, which one do you want to hear?"
Huang Lang rolled his eyes: "I want to hear the good news first. Do you know where that place is?"
Shaking his head, Ding Li said: "The good news is that you can go back and call the police. The bad news is that you didn't bring any dry food. If you continue walking, you will be hungry!"
Huang Lang got up, slapped his butt and cursed loudly. He didn't know who he was scolding. But he could only go back obediently. One look at what Ding Li was carrying, and he knew he couldn't have too much.
"That..." Huang Lang said with a rather unspeakable expression: "I must enter the ghost cave. You don't know how to deal with the Three Corpse Insects!"
Ding Li was so rested: "Okay, I can wait for you, but you can't possibly let me walk that long way back with you?"
After finally getting rid of Huang Lang, Ding Li also stopped, ready to wait for Huang Lang. It would be nice to have a companion on the long mountain road.
Ding Li took the golden stick in his hand and observed it carefully. This was the treasure that Ding Li had smuggled out from western Hunan. Except for the smoke and dirt on it, the exquisite patterns carved on the golden stick were revealed.
When it came out, even with Ding Li's artistic talent, he could clearly identify it as a bird. A divine bird with an exaggerated shape and a huge head. Is it probably the totem worshiped by the ancients?
From my little historical knowledge, I know that bronzes were only popular in the ancient times of Xia, Shang and Zhou. I only remember a little bit of this after listening to Professor Wu's lectures occasionally.
But at that time in ancient times, it seems that the power did not extend to Xiangxi, a place that is now very panicked and desolate. Ding Li was puzzled. Now if he is in the library, he can still check the information.
Ding Li used the method of reflecting the scene in his heart to begin to communicate with the aura of the golden staff. The aura contained in this golden staff was surprisingly thick, and Ding Li felt it smoothly.
After careful observation, Ding Li discovered that the golden staff, which was only about two feet long, was broken and not a complete piece. It seemed that someone had cut it off with violence. It had also been burned in a fire, and some parts had been damaged.
There are some signs of melting. If the fire had been bigger back then, the golden rod would no longer be seen. I think the Kejia Cave in western Hunan is so deep, so it shouldn't be easy to transport too much wood?
Now this golden staff has a very thick aura, which is completely different from when I just picked it up. A large part of the aura of the star map, which can be called an artifact, has rushed into the golden staff, and it has become a golden staff forever.
Part of it. Ding Li exercised quietly, wanting to feel the pulse of history again.
Yesterday I forgot to thank Brother Greedy Cat for the reward! By the way, please collect it, the collection is really not good...