: People are in the snowy land, do you need one to turn the prayer wheel?

The next day, the village chief still went out early, leaving Ning Fan and Ban Liangjin to collect cultural relics at home.

"Master, I'm here."

It was the boy yesterday who touched the house at the same time.

The village chief’s wife went to the kitchen early on using the excuse of cooking, leaving three people in the room, and could shirk everything.

Anyway, I have never seen anyone and I don’t know what the situation is. It has nothing to do with him after investigation.

"What did the family give?"

Ning Fan asked calmly.

The bronze bell of the Tang Dynasty brought yesterday was indeed missing when pieced together, and the edges were traces of explosives exploded.

Ning Fan knew the origin of this after seeing the things. It was a copper bell hanging in the underground palace.

The ability to build an underground palace is not the tomb of ordinary people, but at least it is a prince or a prince.

Explosives are used to explode the dragon stone.

There are not many places that require explosives these days.

Cut mountains and quarry, build roads and bridges.

There are bridges and roads in this place in the village, and the rest is to dig mountains and quarry.

Although the detonator explosives in the quarry must be strictly controlled, this matter is not done by one person, and it is not difficult to get such control materials from the quarry.

If the other party is not careful enough, you can still find clues when checking the quarry's explosives entry and exit records.

Of course, Ning Fan will not say this directly now, it is important to wait and see what you take out.

"It was turned out from the stove, it was a little dark, I haven't wiped it."

The boy put down his burden and exposed what was inside.

[Han bronze sheep priest, four inches high and five inches long, the whole is connected by casting bronze. The back of the sheep can move, place a wick, and store oil in the body.]

[The four-legged shape is in line with the sheep itself. The sheep is holding its head and eyes, and is cute and cute. The patina and rust are intact. It is the best among realistic statues. There are traces of gold in the soles of the feet, which are left to the long-term contact with the goldware.]

The information provided by the system is quite comprehensive.

Ning Fan then withdrew his gaze and looked at it.

This is also the process that is appropriate in the identification of antiques, and no one can tell the problem.

The boy was a little nervous and stared at Ning Fan's movements.

There is no one here, and Ning Fan has no other means to prove it if he really eats this thing.

After two or three days, the villagers did not bring out anything very good.

This bronze sheep lantern stand from the Han Dynasty is a masterpiece.

If you really sell it, you will definitely earn hundreds of thousands of dollars. If the goods are in his hands, nothing will happen.

"The thing is of the wrong quality. When you pick up the thing, did you still have gold on it and rub it?"

“Below.”

The boy shook his head and denied it.

After a few seconds, I realized that I had said the wrong thing.

Ning Fan’s words were not about the upper and lower parts, but whether there was anything, but he was mistaken by Xiao Cangming.

Ning Fan put the things back, but there was no offer.

The thing has been confirmed to be inside the tomb that year, and the price is meaningless.

Contact the local cultural heritage protection department and inspectors to deal with this matter.

I continued to talk to the boy and recorded the phone to save a certificate.

There are places where things are hidden, and there are people who are now witnessing and physical evidence, so it is not difficult to find out the matter.

Soon, the inspector and cultural heritage protection bureau were present and walked in with the village chief.

Ning Fan just cooked together and left it to them to take charge.

"Master Ning is still yours, you can discover this!"

The village chief’s family and teenagers all took them to the dry well for inquiries and determined their rights and responsibilities.

Ning Fan was waiting aside, and someone came up to talk.

It mainly asks how to find problems and determine the age of some items.

For Ning Fan, these things were very simple. After helping with them, they said again to Banliang Jin after seeing them leave.

"I didn't expect that the first time I shoveled the ground failed."

Half a liang of gold covered his mouth and laughed.

She knew that Ning Fan was not shy about what she said, and she thought she was half her own person, and her eyes turned.

"Master Ning might as well say he was very successful. After all, this land was shoveled out something that an archaeological team had not taken away back then."

Ning Fan smiled but didn't answer this.

I am just chatting myself, and I am happy to hear half a tael of gold agreeing. If I really want to worry about this again, I will lose the worst.

"Let's go and go to the next place to have a look."

After staying in this place for three days, the village chief and his family were poured in. Even if Ning Fan liked it, he would not be able to stay here.

Besides, there is no reason to stay.

Flying in the sky.

The plane lands on the snowy plateau.

Although there are many ways to go to Kunlun Mountain, Ning Fan still chose to go there directly.

I am not a tourist, an explorer and a tomb robber.

This time, the people around me only had half a tael of gold, so that they would not attract too much attention.

Anyway, people who know that there is the Gengjin ancestral vein here can count with one hand.

As long as Ning Fan is not too arrogant, he is not afraid of others knowing.

As for your friends?

"Master Ning is on the air now? It's so naive!"

"No, this is not in Xijing!"

The friends realized it later and watched the live broadcast for a few minutes and finally saw something was wrong.

The environment in Xijing Mountains is also good, but after all, it is not as transparent as the snowy area.

"I am worthy of being Master Ning, and I have to come to the snowy land even if I collect things!"

"I'm afraid I'm going to go to the Lama Temple?"

"I collected the relics and Dzi beads before, came to worship and consecrate them again."

The friends made fun of each other.

Ning Fan squinted his eyes and did not speak.

It is not appropriate for him to say this kind of thing directly, and someone will tell you if you know about it.

The observation deck on the side of Bakang Street, the Potala Palace is exposed in a corner, which is very spectacular.

There are also people around me who are shooting short videos, reciting the famous poems of Tsangyang Gyatso.

"During the day, I am the king of the Potala Palace, and at night, I am the most beautiful lover on Bakhun Street!"

Very Tsangyang Gyatso.

Unfortunately, Ning Fan didn't catch a cold.

The same is true for half a liang of gold. She practiced the art of Wen Wang’s family and did not believe in Buddhism.

And ordinary things don’t seem to be deliberately provoking half a tael of gold protected by King Wen’s divination money.

Not to mention that I asked Ning Fan’s amulet later, it was safer.

"Master Ning, if you don't have to rest so late, you can't even get a bargain, right?"

"We all know that Bakang Street is specially for tourists to buy things. At this time, it is all tourists. If you continue to see this, you may not have any good results."

My friends are sincere.

Although they wanted to see Ning Fan’s treasure appraisal, what good things can be found on the street stalls on the Tourist Street at night?

Looking left and right, it is just something that appeared in the small commodity city, and it has to cross half of the Great Xia Kingdom to serve as a local tourist souvenir.

Nothing interesting.

Ning Fan smiled and didn't explain.

In his eyes, things that my friends can't see are very interesting.

"Do you need a **? Turn the prayer wheel! The Lama's magic weapon! It is a good thing that can eliminate disasters and avoid disasters!"

A man in a robe came over and held a Tibetan silver prayer wheel that had been plated into the patina.

It sways casually, and the red and blue brilliance is shining.

"don't want."

Banliangjin frowned and refused.

When the words came out, Ning Fan's voice was suppressed.

"How much?"
Chapter completed!