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2Chapter 17 Women and children can’t make it happen?
After a few words of explanation, the little old man entered the tomb.
People outside held their breath and looked at the tomb quietly, as if they were afraid that something strange would pop out of it.
After all, they are all businessmen. It is strange to say that businessmen in this era will more or less believe in the theory of ghosts and gods.
Because when doing business in China, there has always been a saying about fate, fortune and feng shui. It was not until the advent of the Internet era that this saying was replaced by "choice is greater than effort".
The three people and the people they brought looked at the tomb with solemn expressions.
Lao Hei didn't say anything and found a place to sit down, showing no respect at all.
After all, their job is to dig up people's ancestral graves, so it's meaningless to show respect or not.
It was extremely quiet in the mountain forest. Only the occasional chirping of birds could be heard, which sounded a bit breathtaking.
Lao Hei and his men lit cigarettes and waited at the door.
About 20 minutes later, the middle-aged man who had just gone down finally came out of the tomb, holding several earthen pottery in his hands.
The surface of these pottery was covered with yellow mud, and Yang Jianlong looked a little disgusted.
However, the treasure appraisers who followed the three bosses started to take action.
You can smell the smell of the tomb soil from a long distance, plus the weathering marks of the ceramics.
Lin Ran couldn't help but think of the Tang Sancai they had faked, but the other party probably didn't have this kind of technology.
The woman in the purple sweater is both the secretary of the man with glasses and a professional treasure appraiser.
She didn't have the squeamishness of urban women in this era at all. She put on her gloves and picked up a piece of porcelain to study it.
Not to be outdone, Lin Ran also began to distinguish the porcelain in front of him.
However, Lin Ran almost laughed when he looked at the porcelain figure in his hand.
What he dug out of the soil was a white porcelain statue, an unpainted tri-colored glazed pottery from the Tang Dynasty, usually a burial object for ordinary nobles.
The porcelain figure in his hand has thick eyebrows, big eyes, a full beard, and seems to have a simple smile.
The moment Lin Ran saw it, he thought of the dwarfs in the Disney animation.
However, according to the records in history books, this portrays the image of Hu laborers.
Smelling the tomb soil above, a smell of history hits my face.
"What do you guys think?" Lao Hei suddenly asked.
The lady on the side laughed first: "Who are you trying to fool with these fakes?"
What she holds in her hand is a celadon and bamboo vase from the Tang Dynasty.
"Why did the girl say this?" Lao Hei asked calmly without being angry.
The lady pointed to the cross-section of fetal soil on the green bamboo bottle and said, "You said this is an item from the Tang Dynasty. How do you explain why the cross-section looks so fresh and refined?"
She looked at Lao Hei with a proud smile, and her tone gradually became mean.
The cross-section refers to the fact that due to the passage of time, the soil and pigments oxidize in the air, and the color of the soil will gradually change from white to black, forming an obvious trace.
When Lin Ran taught Wei Chengbin how to make fake Tang Sancai paintings, he also told him to use chemicals to treat them to form natural rust.
The cross-section of the pure natural celadon body will appear pink due to thousands of years of weathering.
However, the cross section of the imitation will appear earthy white or dark red.
Lin Ran nodded slightly, noticing this detail. The lady in front of him was at least a treasure appraisal professional, not an amateur.
"It doesn't matter, you don't have to buy it if you think it's not genuine." Lao Hei still said calmly.
"Wait a minute, I didn't say it wasn't genuine." The lady continued with a smile, "I just doubt the age of this mausoleum. The celadon bamboo vase in front of me should be a product of a folk kiln in the late Qing Dynasty. It can be sold for some money, but [-], Absolutely not worth it.”
Based on the color of the cross section, she concluded that the age of the porcelain in front of her was about a hundred years.
Lao Hei curled his lips and said with a disdainful tone: "I said, I can guarantee the age of the tomb, but I can't guarantee the contents. The price has been determined, whether you like it or not."
"Hmph, don't talk too much." The lady also noticed the white porcelain figure in Lin Ran's hand, "You know that taking such low-level handicrafts and throwing them into other people's tombs is an act of fraud, you know?"
"That's enough." The man with glasses stopped her from continuing. Lao Hei is not someone to be trifled with, so just stop talking.
He called the woman to his side and whispered a few words, obviously losing interest in the tomb in front of him.
The other man wearing a hat seemed very calm and did not make a speech in public. Instead, he returned to the serious man and exchanged a few words in a low voice. He had no objection to the price.
Zheng Xuetao also quickly approached Lin Ran and asked, "Is there something wrong with this thing?"
"It's not certain yet." Lin Ran said. Although the white porcelain statue in his hand was somewhat similar to the Tang Dynasty portrait he saw, what the lady said was not unreasonable.
The white porcelain statue in front of me is also a bit weird.
The workmanship was fine, and it had the smell of fresh tomb soil. The rust marks were also normal. Special means were needed to identify it, but he didn't dare to vouch for it.
So he said to Zheng Xuetao: "We can adopt a conservative strategy and continue to wait."
When Lao Hei saw that they didn't express their opinions, an old man beside him laughed honestly.
"You young people, after studying for a few years, you won't take others seriously. I have been digging holes for many years, and I still recognize the tombs of the Tang Dynasty."
Lin Ran looked at him silently. In fact, he had a trap in his language.
The tombs of the Tang Dynasty are true, but there were also many ordinary nobles in the Tang Dynasty. When they were buried, they would also bring some burial objects with them.
It’s just that the prices of these funerary objects are low and they are all products from folk kilns.
It can only be used for historical research and lacks collection value.
"Let's continue taking a look." Zheng Xuetao smiled.
"You quite believe in the child in front of you. Is he your relative?" the old man mocked.
"That's right, I originally thought Zheng Xuetao was a big boss with ideas, but his opinion would be swayed by a child. It seems that when I do business with Brother Zheng in the future, I will bring some candy to bribe your children." Another tomb robber also laughed. out.
In the eyes of Lao Hei, Lin Ran and the lady were just there to make fun of each other, and the real archeology and identification still had to rely on men.
Not children and women!
Being despised by others, Zheng Xuetao's face looked a little ugly.
But he still forced a smile: "This is the master I invited from Tianlexing. Don't look down on others too much. When doing business, being friendly makes you rich, right?"
The warning in his words was obvious.
Lao Hei also stopped his men from laughing and said in a low voice: "It doesn't matter, what else do you want to see?"
Lin Ran glanced at the treasure appraiser next to him, but he did not announce his appraisal results yet!