Uncle Liao's eyes were wild. He slowly stretched out his hand to pick up the carved porcelain and looked at it quietly.
The boss didn't stop him and just let him see.
After watching for three or four minutes, Liao Boru woke up from his dream and took a deep breath. From the frown on his face, I could feel that he was under great pressure.
Uncle Liao put down his hand lightly, then he opened the measuring tape and carefully measured every dimension. Then he drew a rough sketch on the paper. He used a knife to carefully scrape a little powder from the broken hand of Melody Bird, and put it on
Put it in the box, and finally took out the small camera in the bag to take detailed photos.
There were some things that he could only rely on his memory, such as the color area of the remaining mineral paint on the body of the Saraswati Bird, the location of the severed hand, the small hole on the top of the head and the number of the Buddha... There were too many details that needed to be paid attention to.
"I don't have time, I'll leave the rest to you." He covered his head with clothes, carefully wrapped Miaoyiniao and put it in his backpack.
Uncle Liao's face turned pale, hesitantly sighed, and said: "Xiansheng, we are lucky enough to be able to see such an important weapon of the country with our own eyes. There are things that are not even in the Qing Palace, and even Emperor Qianlong has not seen them."
You and I have mastered something that we have never experienced before, so it is really a worthwhile trip."
"This job...I, Liao, took it."
He covered his head and face, put his bag on his back, stood up, and bowed to Uncle Liao.
"Where are you going, head!"
Seeing that he was about to leave, Dou Sprout said eagerly: "Why are you going back? You can take the national treasure bird and run with us! We will hide it after selling it!"
"Yeah, head, why are you going back?" Xiaoxuan said with red eyes.
He shook his head and said Yunfeng would take good care of them and I was leaving.
"Head!"
"When can we see you?" I asked.
He turned his head away from us and said, "It's almost time for everything to settle down."
The head just left, and the time he appeared was no more than fifteen minutes.
It was only after I saw the boss that night that I fully understood the meaning of that text message.
Let's sort it out.
Prepare a month's worth of food and water, either for others to eat or drink, or for ourselves to eat and drink.
Thirty small white flag road signs guided Tou Tou and Uncle Liao to shorten the time greatly. There was no mobile phone signal in the desert, so it was impossible to communicate with mobile phones. This seemingly old-fashioned method worked wonders.
All these arrangements were made for a short fifteen-minute meeting that night.
The boss asked Uncle Liao to make a fake Melody Bird. I asked him how confident he was.
Uncle Liao couldn't say, so he could only try his best. High-level counterfeiting of cultural relics involves all aspects. After being burned, the original color must be covered with original soil. The previous mineral pigments need to be constantly selected and matched. Not only must they deceive the human eye, but also
Try your best to fool the machine detection, similar to the carbon 14 test.
Now it is 2021, and the Miaoyinniao is quietly placed in the most conspicuous position in the Ningxia Museum. There are several statues, including yellow ones, green ones, and white ones, all with the same shape. The official statement is that it is the King of Xixia
Architectural components unearthed from the mausoleum area.
If you think about it carefully, the area around the Xixia royal tombs has been visited by dozens of generations of tomb robbers since the fall of the country. The tomb robbers are no worse than archaeological experts. How could they leave this thing behind? (Only a personal opinion).
After we left, we stayed in Alxa for a few more days. Uncle Liao left that night. Before he left, he asked us for a few bottles of water and asked for my mobile phone number. He said he would contact me when the things were ready.
You should have returned from Blackwater City by then.
besides.
I originally thought that Sister Yu would send our camels back, but their group never showed up and I don’t know where they went.
The four of us ate and drank, and saw that the food and water were dwindling day by day. I really couldn't wait any longer, and I couldn't get through the phone and couldn't be contacted. How long would it take to sit back and have nothing?
So Dou Sprout Zai and I put together the remaining things and decided to go back.
