Reborn Treasure Appraiser: I Really Didn’t Want to Be an Expert

Chapter 4: Sun Chengzuo
Let’s look at the content again: I am a commoner, and I started from Shangluo... I am a commoner, and I started from Shangluo. Who else could this be but Li Zicheng?
Let’s continue reading: Considering the □ land of all the world... for fifteen years, you developed the Bei□ River and led your troops to come and submit... your meritorious deeds are outstanding... Now the □□ has been determined, and rewards will be given according to □... You will be granted the title of second-class earl... You will be spared from two deaths, and your son will be spared from one death, in return for your merits... This decree was issued in the first year of Yongchang.

Just look at the last two lines, as long as you can read, you will know what this is.

Looking at the third line, "cultivate" and "fifteen years later, he crossed the Yellow River to the north and led his troops to join him", anyone who knows a little about Ming history will know:
Lin Yangcheng, one of the Thirty-Six Families of the late Ming Dynasty, was known as the King of the World. In the fifteenth year of the Chongzhen Emperor's reign, the Yellow River burst its banks, leaving Lin Yangcheng helpless. He led his troops to Kaifeng and joined Li Zicheng.

Therefore, this is the red-lettered iron certificate that Li Zicheng bestowed on King Lin Yangcheng after he became emperor.

Commonly known as: Golden Medal of Immunity from Death.

Let's look at the specifications: it's about 20 centimeters high, and if unfolded, it should be about 40 centimeters wide. If you use the Ming Dynasty ruler, it's exactly "6.5 inches high, 1 foot 2.5 inches wide."

"History of Ming Dynasty": The second-class Earl is six inches and five tenths of an inch high and one foot two inches and five tenths of an inch wide...which exactly matches the second-class Earl in the certificate.

Therefore, if this iron certificate is genuine, at least from now on, Ming historians no longer have to argue: Li Zicheng conferred the title of Second Class Earl on Lin Yangcheng, not Duke...

The more he thought about it, the more certain Wang Qizhi became, and the faster the veins on his forehead throbbed.

It was so close at the time, just separated by a stall, why didn’t I see it?

No, I saw it.

The kid was standing next to the tile when he bought it, but the rust was too thick and there were only a few words here and there on the tile, and nothing could be seen at all.

He was thinking at the time, why did this kid buy this thing?
Until I was thrown by that big black guy just now, revealing a lot of words...

The more he thought about it, the more surprised he became: "How did you figure that out at the time?"

"I didn't see it!" Lin Sicheng pointed to one of the lines: God sees and sees, and he only seeks for healing.

"At the time, there were only two words, 'God', and I was curious: temples are covered with iron tiles, and churches are also covered with iron tiles? It wasn't expensive anyway, only 40 yuan, so I bought it..."

Wang Qizhi: “Haha!”

Do you think I believe it or not?

As soon as the rust fell off and so many words were revealed, the child didn't even blink, which means he knew what it was when he bought it.

Look at the piece next to it: Concealing the truth, making a feint to the east and attacking in the west... Even military tactics are used to buy an antique?
His eyes sparkled: "Sell it or not? I'll pay a high price!"

Lin Sicheng curled his lips: What good things are you thinking about? It's just a few words?

Every extra character washed out increases its research value, and its collection value rises rapidly, possibly even doubling in the end.

"Don't worry, I'll find a place to clean the rust first, and then I need to test whether it's real or not!"

Of course it has to be washed and tested, but Wang Qizhi is very sure: just looking at the iron and rust, you can tell that this thing cannot be fake.

He patiently said, "I'm an expert. I'll help you wash it!"

Lin Sicheng glanced at him.

"Do not believe?"

"It's not that I don't believe it!" Lin Sicheng paused, "This is iron!"

"I know, what's wrong?"

Lin Sicheng sighed: "You are studying copper!"

Don’t think that they are all metal cultural relics, but the restoration technology is far behind. How could Lin Sicheng dare to let him wash them?
Wang Qizhi was dumbfounded and stunned for several seconds: "How did you know?"

"Look at your hands: The fingertips are black. This is caused by frequent contact with copper sulfide, stannous oxide, and other copper rust substances... You work in Baoji, right?"

Wang Qizhi looked skeptical. "There are so many institutions researching bronze artifacts, why can't they be in Xijing?"

"You're an expert, so of course you know: different hydrology, climate, strata, and soil types will lead to different pH levels and oxidative stresses. Therefore, the rust composition of unearthed vessels will be different..."

Wang Qizhi's scalp tingled: "Of course I know, because I'm really an expert. But how old are you? How do you know?"
Seeing that he was stunned, Lin Sicheng smiled again: "Don't worry, I will definitely contact you after it is washed and identified!"

Wang Qizhi nodded woodenly. Lin Sicheng poked Gu Ming, who walked out of the bank like a zombie.

Shan Wangshu was already stunned. He looked at Lin Sicheng's back with a look of disbelief on his face: "What kind of family does this kid come from?"

Wang Qizhi was still stunned, his words running faster than his brain: "I guess it has little to do with family... Just like your dad, he's so powerful, but aren't all you three siblings idiots?"

"Wang Qizhi..." Shan Wangshu roared and pinched the man's waist.

"Oh...I was wrong..."

……

Along the way, Gu Ming was like a sleepwalker.

The two of them have been playing together since they were naked, so who doesn’t understand each other?

But suddenly, it feels like I don’t recognize you anymore?
"No...how did you suddenly become a flaming eye?"

"Nonsense, did I go to college for nothing?"

Gu Ming chuckled, "What the hell did you do in college? You took seven courses in a semester, and you failed three... If it weren't for me saying hello, you would have failed two grades in three years..."

Lin Sicheng choked: As the saying goes, if a cow doesn't want to drink water, you can force its head to drink. It can be said that these three years have been completely a period of bad behavior. It would be a miracle if he didn't fail the course.

But the before was the before, and the now is the now.

"What the hell do you know? Do you even know what cultural preservation and appreciation are? They're not the same thing at all... If I hadn't taken so many secondary courses in appreciation, how could I have failed?"

"But you can't just slack off for a little while and then take advantage of the situation?"

"It's not like you'll learn to appreciate it after you go to college. I've been following my grandfather since I was a child, so I've learned it by looking at him."

Gu Ming was skeptical: "I've watched it quite a lot, how come I haven't seen it yet?"

Lin Sicheng smiled without saying anything. Gu Ming was stunned for a moment and clenched his fists.

Although Gu Ming was two years older, Lin Sicheng was three times smarter and more perceptive than him. From childhood to adulthood, Lin Sicheng had always been the one doing the thinking, while he was the one doing the hands, without exception.

To say that Lin Sicheng suddenly got it and was even able to make money from this always felt a bit sudden and unreliable.

But the ten thousand yuan on Lin Sicheng’s card and the two tiles in his hand couldn’t be fake, right?
Gu Ming thought for a while and pointed at the iron tiles: How much can this be sold for?

"Only about 8,000!"

"Bullshit!" Gu Ming gritted his teeth, "Do you think I'm blind?"

When he took out 10,000 yuan, the man didn't even blink, but when he saw the iron tile, he was so excited that he trembled all over.

Gu Ming suspected that even 100,000 pieces of iron tile could not break it.

What is the concept of one hundred thousand?
As deputy director, Lao Gu had to work for four years without food or drink. Uncle Lin, who was one level higher, had to work for at least three years.

Lin Chengwa was so good, it only took him half a day?
Suddenly, Gu Ming's eyes lit up as he looked at the densely packed antiques, which looked like piles of red banknotes.

"Take another turn?"

"No more." Lin Sicheng shook his head. "Going to the supermarket to buy groceries and a case of wine?"

Gu Ming opened his mouth and said: "My favorite Maotai!"

"Okay, then Moutai!"

"A box costs several thousand. Are you really buying it?"

if not?
All his skills are inherited from his ancestors, so what's the big deal about buying a box of Moutai for his grandfather?
(End of this chapter)