The classroom of the Department of Archaeology at Kyoto University is on the second floor of the teaching building, and the innermost room. When Yang Xiuwen and the others arrived, more than a dozen students had arrived.

Three of them were girls. When they saw Yang Xiuwen, their eyes lit up. It is rare for such handsome boys to look at them frequently.

Song Yi touched his neat hair and felt good and said to the few people, "Brothers, am I very handsome today?" Hu Yuan glanced at him and said nothing.

Zhang Jun said directly, "Boss, don't you know what you look like? That's watching the third one."

Song Yi looked at Yang Xiuwen and said, "Second, fourth, let's stay away from the third, with him here, our light cannot shine." The two nodded one after another.

Yang Xiuwen looked at the three of them and thought that he had recognized his brother wrong.

At this time, a middle-aged man walked in. He was about 1.7 meters tall and was thin. His hair was the most popular flat head at that time, with horns and horns.

The most distinctive ones are the eight-character eyebrows, small eyes, and a pair of glasses, which is very funny.

He looked around, came to the blackboard, and wrote on the blackboard with chalk - Xu Changjie.

Then he turned around and said, "Students, welcome. My name is Xu Changjie. I am your class teacher and your main teacher. Now please come up to introduce yourself in turn."

A boy sitting in front walked up to the podium and said, "Hello everyone, my name is from He Junlu Province, I like basketball." Applause rang out.

Hello everyone, my name is Zheng Xiaokai, from Hei Province, I like swimming. My name is Wang Lihu Province. My name is...

When it was Zhang Jun's turn, this guy became funny. He said in Zhongyuan's words, "Hello everyone, my name is Zhang Jun, Zhongyuan, I like Xiaoliu, which is rare." The students burst into laughter.

Yang Xiuwen also went up and introduced, "Hello everyone, my name is Yang Xiuwen, from Shaanxi Province." After that, he went down.

The three girls welcomed the warmest. He looked at the boys' hostile eyes and shook his head secretly, "I'm still shot while lying down."

After everyone was introduced, Teacher Xu said, "Okay, everyone knows each other, He Jun, Zheng Xiaokai, Wang Li, you guys go to get textbooks, Zhang Jun, Hu Yuan, Song Yi, Yang Xiuwen, you guys go to get clothes, and military training will start tomorrow."

Only then did Yang Xiuwen remember that there was military training, and he forgot everything.

After receiving the textbooks and costumes, he asked Hu Yuan and the others to take them back and hurriedly left the school.

Because he forgot about military training, he also planned to complete the decoration pictures with Master Lu on Saturday, then go to the yard to take out the things in the secret compartment, and the construction team will be able to enter the venue.

When I came to the yard, I took out a roll of waterproof paper wrapped in the secret compartment in the living room, like calligraphy and painting.

In the dark lattice of the restaurant, take out two shallow blue and white dragon-patterned bowls wrapped in silk cloth, two rouge and red enamel floral bowls and four pairs of silver chopsticks.

Open the oil paper package, and there are two volumes of calligraphy and paintings inside. Put them on the table and slowly open them. The mud and gold paper is a poem, Li Bai's [Wanghuang Mountain Waterfall].

The font is elegant and beautiful, with solid fine brushwork. When Yang Xiuwen saw the signature, he was excited and the imperial pen of Kangxi.

To calm down, he opened another picture, four characters [The chest is in the universe], with elegant strokes and graceful writings, written by Kangxi.

He sighed and said, "The ancestors of the sixth son are great. Such emperors can be used as calligraphy and paintings, which is not what ordinary people do."

Carefully put away the calligraphy and paintings, the porcelain bowls, and prepared to leave. He seemed to remember something. The ancients built courtyards and put beams on the main beams, and the wealthy families would place houses and beams on the main beams, palace buildings and temples, but the specifications would be higher.

Yang Xiuwen looked up and found a paper ceiling covered in the living room. He opened the sky eye and the red aura in the middle of the beam was absorbed. His mind showed that the sandalwood box was made of sandalwood.

Yang Xiuwen stood on the table, tore open the ceiling, and jumped gently to grab the beam of the house.

The gray fell on his head and face. He didn't care. He poked out his hand and grabbed a small box, then jumped down. He simply washed his hands and face, found a towel, wiped off the thick dust from the box, and the size of a palm revealed its original appearance.

The purple-black sandalwood box exudes a dark luster and is exquisitely crafted. There is an exquisite copper lock on the lid and a small copper lock is placed on it.

He knew the internal structure of the ancient lock, so he found a piece of iron wire, folded the head into a 7-shaped shape, and inserted it into the lock and twisted it gently, and the lock was opened.

I slowly opened the box and a smell of sandalwood came out, red silk was at the bottom, a string of red rope copper coins, and a silver ingot.

He took out the copper coins and looked carefully. He was the Little Five Emperors.

However, when he saw the copper coins tied to the red rope, his pupils shrank, regular script and Manchu [Lin] were held in his hand, and his color was whiter. When he turned over, he was Song font [Kangxi Tongbao].

Another treasure money, his heart was filled with turmoil, and Yang Xiuwen admired Liuzi's ancestors in admiration.

The silver ingot is very ordinary, it has oxidized to gray-black, and it is about two taels of time.

Putting everything in hand, Yang Xiuwen came to the yard and looked at the dilapidated courtyard and sighed, "Who could have thought that the wealth left by the ancestors of the Xu family for their descendants would be cheaper."

I thought about it and sold these treasures, not only can I get back the money I bought the yard, but I can also make a fortune.

He took the treasure money alone and went to Jubaoxuan. When Wang Mingyi saw calligraphy and paintings and treasure money, his chin fell off.

When he learned that the porcelain was left to the master, he cursed Zhou Xingwen for being so lucky.
Chapter completed!