Chapter 67 But He Destroyed It in One Breath

In Nanshan County, you usually can't come across these good old objects.

Song Yunuan turned back to see her brother.

Little Ah Sheng came over and said, "Grandpa Ji, he collected them in the east of the city. He had many incense burners in his house. I asked him to choose this one. Grandpa gave him three yuan. The man told my grandpa that he wanted to exchange for foreign exchange. , the state encourages individuals to export antique cultural relics. These were later returned because they were unqualified. If he wanted to move, he was prepared to deal with them. "

Ji Lao didn't ask Asheng why he wanted this. He winked at his daughter, and Ji Xinyi took the two children to the kitchen.

Ji Lao told Song Yunuan that this was from the late Ming Dynasty and was a double-eared official stove. According to last year's market price, it should be sold for more than 10,000 yuan.

It should be said to be very valuable.

This luck is really good.

Song Yunuan: "I'll keep this and won't give it to my grandpa, and I won't tell him yet, otherwise my grandpa will feel guilty and won't be able to sleep well."

I can't bear to return it, and I feel uneasy if I don't return it.

Ji Lao naturally didn't care what Song Yunuan did. He just asked Song Yunuan: "How is your review going? I left Nanshan during the summer vacation. You have to take the exam before the summer vacation."

Song Yunuan only said to reassure Mr. Ji that she would study hard and make progress every day.

But she has something very important.

Song Yunuan took out an old book and handed it to Mr. Ji: "Grandpa Ji, look at where to fold the pages first."

Mr. Ji glanced at Song Yunuan, lowered his head and turned around briefly, then looked at Song Yunuan: "Girl, what do you want to do..."

Song Yunuan decided to convince people with reason.

So he picked up the globe, pointed at an area, and combined with the information in the book, said: "...To sum up, it is very likely that there are ancient tombs from the Western Jin Dynasty here."

Ji Lao looked at Song Yunuan and suddenly asked: "Did your brother figure it out?"

Song Yunuan chuckled: "The secret must not be leaked!"

After being frozen for a few seconds, Mr. Ji chuckled: "Tell me, what do you want Grandpa Ji to do?"

Then he added: "It has to be something I can do."

"I sent a registered letter to the Beidu Museum a few days ago. If possible, Grandpa Ji, please let them pay attention to it. As the saying goes, if there are dates or no dates, hit the pole first. In case my reasoning is correct, but they If you don’t take it seriously, if the villagers discover it, Grandpa Ji, do you think they will hand it over on their own initiative?”

Ji Lao said nothing.

Will it happen? It might have happened before, but not now.

"As soon as something is dug out and the news spreads, the dealers will rush in like cats that smell the fishy smell. If it is not managed well, an underground trading market will be formed, and dealers will buy goods at low prices. If we enter it and then resell it through special channels, our treasure will fall into the hands of foreigners. If we want to get it back, we have to pay an unimaginable price. "

Ji Lao squinted his eyes, this topic was a bit big for Xiao Nuan.

"Xiao Nuan, but what if your reasoning is wrong?"

That would waste people and money, and could easily cause conflicts.

"If it's fake, it's just a toss-up, but it can still shake things up. It's best for the military to intervene and then publicize it widely to raise everyone's awareness. The good things left by our ancestors are now in the hands of foreigners. That's enough."

Mr. Ji looked at the little girl blankly, but was silent for a moment, and then said with some emotion: "Okay, leave this matter to me."

What the child said was so serious that people couldn't help but believe it.

Fortunately, he had a life-saving grace for the curator, so it shouldn't be difficult to do this.

When the three ancestors and grandsons of the Song family returned to the village, the long-lost loudspeaker sounded.

Notify all the villagers to go to the brigade headquarters for a meeting at two o'clock in the afternoon after lunch.

Something big is announced.

Mrs. Song knew what was going on a long time ago and told Song Yunuan: "This rice is rice. In fact, there are many places to grow it in our provincial capital. When I was young, I went to attend my uncle's sister's wedding. Her husband's house There are no mountains and forests, just one puddle after another, sitting on a big truck, with reeds as tall as a person on both sides of the road, and then..."

Little Asheng over there immediately took it: "There were fish flying in the sky, and there was white mist on both sides of the road. That was a scene I will never forget in my life. It was also the first time in my life that I ate rice."

The old lady often said this sentence, and little Asheng knew it by heart.

Song Yunuan laughed loudly and hugged the little old lady: "Grandma, when our family gets rich, I will take you to travel around the world."

Mrs. Song didn't take it seriously, but she was very moved.

The meat ticket given by Song Ting. Before returning to the village, Song Yunuan went to the grocery store to buy two kilograms of meat. One kilogram of meat was pickled by Mrs. Song, and the other kilogram was for Song Yunuan to eat dumplings stuffed with shepherd's purse. Mrs. Song Tai muttered: "I just ate steamed buns, and I haven't eaten dumplings for a few days. Who lives such a good life? I think when King Chuang entered Beidu, he had to eat dumplings every day. After eating for forty-two days in a row, he was kicked out. Come on, God actually arranged for him to be emperor for forty-two years, but he destroyed it in one breath. "

Song Yunuan blinked, why didn't she know about this?

Even so, I still made dumplings for lunch.

After eating and drinking, Song Yunuan went to her sister-in-law's house. The house was filled with countless satchels and hair flowers. It was the result of Mrs. Song and her two daughters-in-law being busy for a week.

After making so many satchels and headbands, there wasn't much fabric left. I really couldn't bear to use the better ones, so I planned to make new clothes for Xiao Nuan and the others during the Chinese New Year.

So the room became a small warehouse.

Every time Old Lady Song looked at it, she was both uneasy and excited.

Song Yu Nuan thought about it and started to choose. Sister Zhao, Sister Niu, Aunt Ji Xinyi, the driver's wife, etc. each had a shoulder bag with four hair flowers, and they would bring them to the county town when they went there.

After all the selections were done, someone outside the yard shouted: "Grandma Song, I'm Chu Zizhou, are you home?"

Song Yu Nuan looked out the window and it was really Chu Zizhou.

Old Lady Song happily went over and saw Chu Zizhou handing her a ticket, and Old Lady Song insisted on giving him money. Chu Zizhou refused for a while and then accepted it.

It turned out that Old Lady Song was looking for Chu Zizhou to ask if he had any connections. She wanted a bicycle ticket.

If this was in Beidu, let alone one, ten could be obtained.

But this was in the countryside, but he had Gu Huaian.

Therefore, Chu Zizhou decided to keep the twenty yuan and give it to Gu Huaian when he saw him, and told him that he, Gu Huaian, sold Song Yunuan a bicycle ticket and earned a total of twenty yuan.

Song Yunuan didn't know how the bicycle ticket came from, so she decided to go to the county town in the afternoon, send out the schoolbags and hair flowers, and then take some hair flowers and schoolbags to see how the effect is.

Doing business is actually not easy.

There was a meeting in the afternoon, and Song Yunuan didn't see Gu Huaian, but one of the cars was familiar to Song Yunuan, which was one of the cars that went with Gu Huaian in the morning.

It turned out that the technicians from the Huaibei Rice Base had arrived.

A total of three major events were announced.

Erdaohe Village was going to repair paddy fields and build dams.

Relief grain has arrived.

The first stop of the Nanshan Art Troupe's rural consolation performance was Erdaohe Village!