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No matter how much pressure Lao Chu put on him, Zhang Yang remained firm in his thoughts.

After the live broadcast ended in the afternoon, Chu Zhenmin himself was shaken.

He began to feel that Zhang Yang's live broadcast clips made him look so powerful because they were so well edited.

Video clips like today's, where the identification process was full of lies, mistakes, and misunderstandings, were not edited.

Master Zhang recorded in the live broadcast account is "straightforward" and there is no antique he doesn't recognize.

Hiss, the packaging of the Internet is so scary.

Let’s just say, there is no perfect genius in this world!

As for Zhang Yang himself, in Lao Chu's opinion, he was actually only slightly better than the average genius, not perfect.

Seeing Lao Chu leaving the live broadcast room with a smile, Zhang Yang finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Almost at the same time, Chu Ziqiang also called.

The time card is so good, I must have been watching the live broadcast just now.

"Hey, Brother Yang, have you done with my second uncle?" Chu Ziqiang asked with a smile.

Of course he could see that Zhang Yang was acting stupid today.

Today may be the most time he has heard the word "I don't understand" in the live broadcast room since he has been watching Zhang Yang's live broadcast for so long.

"I respect Director Chu very much. Can you not use the word "done"?"

"Then do you, my second uncle, believe it?"

"There should be no doubt about it." Zhang Yang thought for a while and replied.

"Look, I didn't lie to you, did I? How are you going to thank me when the time comes?" Xiao Chu asked on the phone to take credit.

"I'll give you a rub, can you still refuse?"

To be able to send Director Chu off safely today, Xiao Chu really deserves a credit.

When Chu Zhenmin first arrived in Linhai, Zhang Yang had a fight with Chu Ziqiang.

But at that time, Zhang Yang simply told him, not expecting him to have any ideas.

Unexpectedly, at 12:30 that night, Xiao Chu called and said that he had thought of a way.

This is what he said at the time:

"Yang Geyou has little experience in dealing with the elderly. Let me teach you a key principle, that is, when an elderly person doubts you, as long as it is not a matter of principle or hurting you, you should try to be gentle and give him a clear answer.

You must not leave it alone, otherwise once the old man gets into trouble with you, it will be difficult later on.

Based on my experience in dealing with my second uncle over the years, except for work matters, other matters in life are like a child's, with a three-minute heat.

If you cool him down, he will forget about it.

For example, when he doubted my sexual orientation before, he blew up in my house like a gust of wind. He asked my parents and my cousins ​​for a while, just to find out what was wrong with me.

But I just posted a photo of me dancing with a beautiful woman in my WeChat Moments, and he immediately exposed the matter.

After that, he became even more indifferent and never asked me about when I would get married. "

Chu Ziqiang's words inspired Zhang Yang.

He originally planned to be himself to the fullest, Chu Zhenmin could guess as long as he didn't regard himself as an alien.

But with Xiao Chu as his strategist, Zhang Yang quickly formulated a basic strategy - quickly let Lao Chu discover his problems and lose interest early.

In actual use, the effect is also very good.

The next morning, Chu Zhenmin did not come to the live broadcast room. Instead, he left a message to Zhang Yang saying that he was going to have tea and chat with his old friends in Linhai.

Let Zhang Yang not worry about him or wait for him to eat.

It can only be said that Chu Ziqiang is indeed the "Master of Understanding".

…

Chu Zhenmin didn't come, so it was a bit early for Zhang Yang to arrive at the office at 9:30.

He originally wanted to sleep, but before he could lie down, Librarian He knocked on the door.

Said there was something to discuss.

Compared with working in a studio before, working in a museum is not good at all. There are chores to interfere with you anytime and anywhere.

The most outrageous thing is:

No matter when Zhang Yang came to the office, Librarian He could always report what was ordered; but even if Zhang Yang didn't come back for a week, the museum would still be operating normally without any problems.

Zhang Yang sometimes suspected that the things Librarian He reported were tailor-made for him.

I was just afraid that he, the curator, would be idle.

"Come in, Lao He." Zhang Yang adjusted his seat helplessly, preparing to receive the report from Librarian He.

"Director, the activity plan for the Qingming Festival has been made. Can you take a look?"

"Qingming Festival?" Zhang Yang looked at the calendar and found that it was not far away.

But hosting an event during this festival? Is it the habit before Hailin Museum?

Zhang Yang took the printed plan and asked, "Lao He, did we also hold activities during Qingming Festival before?"

"No, this happened after you came." Librarian He replied honestly.

"After I come?"

"That's right, Director, you forgot. When you held the staff meeting at the beginning of the year, you mentioned traditional festivals. Except for the Spring Festival, everyone has to celebrate the New Year and there is no time for activities. Other traditional festivals are a good time for us to organize activities to promote the museum."

"You also helped us find people to learn from. You said we should follow the rhythm of the Forbidden City. They hold activities during festivals, so we will follow suit."

"Oh, I did say that." Zhang Yang nodded. He had just distributed red envelopes to everyone for the start of work. As the curator, of course he had to say a few words.

Unexpectedly, Librarian He actually implemented the plan of patting his head.

And judging from his plan, it’s okay.

In addition to the display of some Qingming-related cultural relics, Lao He specially planned a parent-child project: a hand-painted kite competition.

Flying kites has always been one of the customs of Qingming Festival. Selling paper kites can also generate income. It is simply killing two birds with one stone.

"Lao He, you have designed the income-generating part very well."

"But the cultural atmosphere is a little weaker. If you say this event is a holiday event organized by the veteran cadres club, it is not very inconsistent."

Zhang Yang gave his opinion pertinently.

Of course, he is not the kind of hands-off shopkeeper who only gives opinions but no plans.

Zhang Yang has his own ideas.

"I remember, don't we have many rubbings of ancient tombstones in the museum? Those can be displayed for everyone to copy."

"Copying the tomb inscription?"

"Yes, there are no traditional tombstones now, and the inscriptions have almost been forgotten by everyone. We can take this opportunity to promote traditional culture."

"Besides that, you can go to the calligraphy and painting library in the library."

"I remember that there were many paintings and calligraphy depicting spring outings. I want to see if there are any less precious ones that can be displayed in the open air."

"In this way, the cultural atmosphere suddenly came up." Zhang Yang imagined the scene of the event, and it felt good.

…

In reality, Zhang Yang is still imagining the scene of Qingming Festival activities.

Over there, Baoyou, who was connected to the microphone in the live broadcast room, had already begun to show pictures in advance that Zhang Yang had never imagined.

When the live broadcast lasted until 2:30 in the afternoon, Zhang Yang received a call from a treasure friend who was outdoors.

Zhang Yang didn't notice anything wrong at first. Even if he had a microphone outdoors, no matter how ruthless he was, he was just entering a robber's cave.

I’ve seen too many of them, and there’s nothing new about them.

But when the other party was talking, his hands shook, and Zhang Yang was still surprised by the accidentally revealed background picture.

"Friend Bao, what is that person behind you doing in front of the tombstone?" Zhang Yang asked.

The scene that flashed just now seemed to be someone lying on top of a tombstone.

The posture is very strange.

Cry at the grave?

[I saw it too, the picture is very strange]

[Who is afraid of talking about this in broad daylight? 】

[It’s not a ghost story, it’s a real person]

[This treasure friend couldn’t have connected wheat at a tomb robbing scene, right?]

[If anyone has an ancestral grave at home, hurry up and take a look]

"There's no one, where is there?"

"No, dear friend, don't scare me. There is really someone in front of the tombstone behind you. If you can't see it, the problem will be even bigger!"

"You can see it, you can see it." Zhang Yang said this, but Baoyou didn't want to talk nonsense and admitted it directly.

"Just now it was a friend of mine who was recording the words on his family's ancestor's tombstone, and was going to go back and type a new tombstone to replace it."

"Are you sure?" Zhang Yang subconsciously didn't believe it.

If you want to replace the old one with a new one, wouldn't it be nice to take a photo?

Anyway, the words on the newly made tombstones are basically engraved by machines. Do you need to lie down like this to read them?

"I'm sure, it's not because of this. Who would climb up a tombstone in broad daylight?"

"What's your friend's last name?"

"His surname is Yang."

"Okay, take us to see the tombstone." Zhang Yang said, "The stove you just wanted to identify is just a modern handicraft, nothing special."

"I suspect it's an ashtray sold online. The manufacturer just replaced it with a metal shell. It has nothing to do with antiques."

"Really? Then thank you Master Zhang..." Baoyou said.

"Hey, dear friend, you're not going to run away, are you?" Zhang Yang vaguely noticed the other person's sudden intention to thank him, and quickly stopped him, "So many of us are waiting to see the tombstone, you won't let us see it?"

"I'm afraid they won't be able to bear it anymore and will call your account."

"It's not necessary, it's just a tombstone." Baoyou was still pulling.

"If you don't believe me, just read the barrage yourself." Zhang Yang shrugged.

The barrage should understand what the anchor means.

[Lannister, all debts must be paid]

[If you don’t show it, you have a guilty conscience. If you have a guilty conscience, you are robbing a tomb. If you rob a tomb, you will be reported.]

[I announce that your number is gone]

【Speed ​​speed speed】

Seeing that Baoyou is still hesitating, Zhang Yang really feels that something is wrong now.

He directly clicked on Baoyou's personal interface and took a screenshot.

Just after finishing this, Baoyou also chose to compromise under the barrage.

"Okay, then I'll show everyone."

"My ancestors have been offended so much, don't blame me!"

Baoyou walked to the tombstone while mumbling something. The camera had been facing the ground before, so that everyone could not see how big the tomb was.

However, the information revealed after the tombstone was photographed was that it was not a large tomb, and the archway on the tombstone was very simple.

Like the toast archway that Zhang Yang had seen before, it had several floors.

This is just one layer, with no decorations.

On the tombstone, there is a pattern of two dragons playing with a pearl.

But it seems that the owner of the tomb has no status, and the dragon is very abstract, like an invertebrate.

I wanted a card but didn't have the guts to go overboard, so I ended up drawing this pattern on the tombstone. It's really a bit humorous.

Below "Two Dragons Playing with Pearls" are two rows of ten characters separated by horizontal and vertical lines.

Old tombstones like this are usually read from right to left and from top to bottom:

"Inscription on the tombstone of Mr. Zhang Xiting in Runan".

Zhang Yang didn't expect that the owner of the tomb was from his own family.

Wait, isn’t Baoyou’s brother named Yang?

There is indeed a problem.

However, Zhang Yang did not say anything, but urged Baoyou to show everyone the text of the tombstone.

"Do you want to read the text too?" Baoyou was a little impatient.

"I'm not in a hurry, why are you in a hurry?" Zhang Yang said with a smile, "This kind of tombstone looks very old. Let me help you identify whether it is an antique."

"If so, then after replacing it with a new one, the old one can be kept as an antique."

"Can tombstones be considered antiques?" Baoyou asked in disbelief.

"Some people collect the inscriptions and inscriptions. Do you think no one will want the originals?" Zhang Yang asked rhetorically.

This time, Baoyou was silent.

After a while, I must have discussed it with the person who had just read the epitaph, and felt that what Zhang Yang said made sense. Baoyou took the initiative to take Zhang Yang and Danmu to read the text of the epitaph.

[Okay, I identified it. This is the ancient tomb from the 23rd year of Guangxu’s reign in the Qing Dynasty]

[Everyone has written it on the tombstone, but no one knows the year yet]

[It’s just an ancient tomb from a hundred and twenty years ago, what kind of treasures can there be?]

Everything that should be determined was determined, and Zhang Yang stopped pretending.

"Okay, friend Bao, now you can explain why your friend's surname is Yang, but the surname of his ancestral grave is Zhang."

"Is your surname Zhang..."

"Teacher, I made a mistake just now. This is my ancestral grave, and my surname is Zhang." Baoyou forcefully explained.

"Your ancestors are quite flexible." Zhang Yang sneered, and then said seriously, "Okay, stop talking."

"You who are tomb robbers, do you have any objections to our surnamed Zhang? There was a tomb robber before who insisted on digging up the ancient tomb of Zhang."

"Are you coming again today?"

"Grave robber? No, no." Baoyou kept denying it, and his hands were posing in front of the camera.

"Teacher, we are really not grave robbers."

"How can a tomb robber come out and raid the place in broad daylight?"

"Grave robbers only step in during the day. They can't see or step on them at night." Zhang Yang replied.

"Teacher, we are really just doing rubbings, not tomb robbing." The accomplice who had never shown his face explained loudly next to him.

"Can you make money by rubbing ancient epitaphs like this?" Zhang Yang asked doubtfully.

Zhang Yang really didn't know whether this newly rubbed epitaph from a small tomb in the wild was worth anything.

"It's valuable. This one can be sold for a thousand, two can be sold for a thousand and a half, and three can be sold for a thousand and eighty."

"We usually print three rubbings, sell two, and keep one in the archive. If the sales are good, we will continue to come back and print." Baoyou shared his business experience.

"Can any tombstone be sold for this price?"

"Of course not. The more characters there are, the more valuable it is, and the weirder the font, the more valuable it is. The fame and age of the tomb owner don't matter."

"Master Zhang, for an expert like you, it should have been passed down in the family for many years. Can we take a rubbing of the tombstone of your ancestral grave?"

"We can split it 50-50."

[Holy shit, a brand new door to wealth]

[I learned it, delete it quickly]

[I remember that it is illegal to make rubbings without permission]

[Who in the wild mountains knows that you have made rubbings? Those who have ancestral graves at home can finally make a fortune]

[My ancestral tomb dates from the Kangxi period. Come and have a rubbing done here.]