The antique shop of the rich fake master

When everyone heard it, they all felt that it was quite reasonable, and it was not impossible that they could be so similar.

A big guy suddenly suggested, "Generally, the clothes or funeral objects in the coffin should be things used by the tomb owner during his lifetime. Would you like to try to extract the DNA of the funeral objects in the coffin? Go back and see if it is related to the tomb owner. Qu has contact?"

Everyone is agreeing with this statement, which is not necessarily a new discovery in the archaeological world.

Only Qu Qiuli thumped in his heart, and he quickly thought about it, it shouldn't be so, right?

Usually he is not in Zhouchao, even rarely, but several servants have cleaned up the inside and outside of the house very cleanly, no fingerprints will be left behind.

Furthermore, he had never passed through the tomb himself, so he had never touched the contents inside.

As for the bamboo flute in Mr. Yin's box, he put it in after wiping it with a silk cloth.

As for the clothes, in fact, he doesn't have many clothes, and he washes them every time he wears them, so there shouldn't be any sweat or hair left. Moreover, it was only after he had been in Zhou Dynasty for more than ten years that the man built the tomb for him.

Who knows if anyone has touched his box flute clothes or something in those ten years.

Besides, this has been buried for two to three thousand years. How can DNA be extracted so easily.

Qu Qiuli put his heart down a little bit, and said jokingly, "It's been thousands of years. Even if it's inherited by blood, how can there be such a small probability that it will be passed down to today."

That's the truth.

Everyone didn't continue this topic, and chatted about the cultural relics excavated. There are a lot of bronze wares in various forms.

Some bigwigs speculated again, "Perhaps the owner of the tomb loved bronzes very much during his lifetime."

Elder Yin also agreed, "And you can see that these bronzes are well preserved. Obviously, the owner of this tomb is a particular person."

Another boss expressed doubts, "If it is a big family or a prince or noble, the tableware should have their family's logo on it, but the ones we unearthed have no logos, but more common engravings."

"Maybe, his identity is more mysterious, or his identity was more sensitive at that time?"

……

The bosses are all divergent thinking, various guesses, and various assumptions.

Only Qu Qiuli suffered from embarrassment and his toes cramped.

Back then, when he was doing archaeology with his teachers, he would make bold assumptions and carefully verify the things he unearthed with the teachers.

But now, he has dug his own grave.

How could he not know that he loves bronzes very much?

And what was the guy who erected the tomb for him thinking?Buried so many bronzes for him?

Can't we bury more literature?Or folklore stories of the time?

Wait, it's actually not impossible.

Qu Qiuli suddenly thought that he is still not sure who erected the tomb for him, but it must be someone he knew, and the tomb was erected more than ten or twenty years later.

He didn't know what happened during this period, and he couldn't go to see it.

So this ancient tomb is currently Schrödinger's tomb. As long as it hasn't been fully excavated, there are still infinite possibilities for manipulation.

He boldly speculates about the world consciousness, whether he can travel back, and among those he knows, unconsciously spread what funeral objects he wants to bring to the future cemetery.

In those days, it was normal to decide on funeral objects for oneself before one's death.

However, the arrangement would only start when he was very old, or when he was dying of a terminal illness. He was only in his twenties in ancient times, and it seemed that it was indeed a bit early to arrange his funeral.

But the solution is all people come up with.

It seems that I have to find a chance to leave for a few days.

If you say this opportunity, it will come soon.

The bosses discussed to no avail, and decided to dig out the entire tomb for a complete discussion and verification.

But now there is just one problem.

Mr. Yin's wooden box, that is, the box that Qu Qiuli put the bamboo flute in, the lock has been corroded and damaged, and now he wants to open it, but encounters difficulties.

These are all cultural relics, and they are still locks that surpass Zhou Chao's craftsmanship. They dare not get started easily, so they have to be sent back, so that more professional people can unlock the lock with more professional tools.

In order to completely preserve the wooden box and the contents of the wooden box.

Qu Qiuli thought for a while, and recommended himself: "I'll take it off, I just have something to do when I go back to Anshi."

To send it back to the Anshi Cultural Relics Protection Center, Qu Qiuli is a non-staff member anyway, which is just right, and everyone else is busy with archaeology.

After discussion, a soldier secretly escorted Qu Qiuli and the wooden box to safety.

After making the decision, Qu Qiuli packed his things and set off the next day.

The wooden box has been repacked and is very safe, but it looks like an ordinary express box on the outside.

On the way home, there was a green light all the way, and the security check was a special channel. After arriving in Anshi, the person in charge of the relevant department had already met at the high-speed rail station.

"Mr. Qu?" The person in charge of picking him up was also a young man, and asked enthusiastically, "How is your archaeological work in that ancient tomb? Have you found anything new?"

He also seems to be an archaeological fanatic.

Qu Qiuli smiled, "It's all going on in an orderly manner, and when there is a clear discovery, it should be announced."

The person in charge looked envious, "I really want to participate in this ancient tomb excavation, but I don't have enough qualifications. I haven't seen such a large ancient tomb for many years."

The tone is a bit sour.

Qu Qiuli could probably hear what he meant, it was nothing more than seeing that he was able to participate in such a large archaeological work at such a young age.

But who would have known that he was in danger the day after the earthquake?

Back then, after the earthquake, the first group of them to go up the mountain was only a dozen or so people. At that time, there were too many people, but how many people were willing to take risks?

He didn't say anything more, and sent the wooden box to the Cultural Relics Research Center with the person in charge and Brother Bing. After unpacking and inspecting the goods, it was considered a successful handover.

Qu Qiuli was still a little bit reluctant to say that it belonged to him. After the box was handed over, he looked there frequently.

"Xiao Qu, don't worry." The person in charge of the cultural relics center only thought that he was worried about cultural relics, and said with a smile, "We will definitely open the box safely."

Qu Qiuli nodded.

The other side asked again: "Does your ancient tomb have any arrangements for the future?"

What he meant was whether the ancient tomb will be directly built into a scenic spot for people to buy tickets to watch, or all the excavated cultural relics will be sent to the local museum for exhibition, and then the ancient tomb site will be protected.

In fact, this point is also worrying above.

In fact, according to past experience, it is generally built into an ancient tomb scenic spot.

But the location of this ancient tomb is too remote. To build it into a scenic spot, unless the owner of the tomb is very special, such as the cemetery of ancient emperors, marquises, famous generals, famous talents, etc.

If it is just an unnamed tomb, the investment in building a scenic spot is too large, and it is difficult to pay back.

After all, no one has much leisure time, so let's travel across mountains and rivers to see the cemetery of an unknown person.

Even if the cultural relics unearthed inside are of high value, ordinary people just watch the excitement, and basically don't understand the research value, historical significance and so on.

"Not sure yet." Qu Qiuli replied.

In fact, he is still a little ashamed. When he thinks that his tomb will become a scenic spot, tourists coming and going in the cemetery will listen to the tour guide explaining the documents provided by the archaeologists.

As long as he thinks of this scene, he wants to live on another planet.

But in fact, it doesn't matter, no matter how good the archaeologists are, they can't find out that he traveled through the past.

Therefore, the data in the future can only be speculations by archaeologists.

Hey……

Still think about it now, how to maximize the value of this ancient tomb, if you don’t want to visit it, he won’t go anyway.

As long as he didn't see it with his own eyes, just pretend not to be embarrassed.

After leaving the cultural relics center, Qu Qiuli took a taxi back to the antique market.

He hasn't been in the store for so long, but fortunately Diao Xiaoyun is reliable, otherwise there would be a problem.

"Boss, you're back?" Diao Xiaoyun was very excited, "You can be considered to be back. Recently, people have come to ask about Mr. Qi Mingzhe's landscape paintings every day. I told him not to sell them, but he still comes every day."

Probably met Qi Mingzhe's fanatical fans.

I can understand, but if you don't sell it, you don't sell it.

"Thank you." Qu Qiuli thought for a while, "Let's go back early today, I'll give you a few days off, and go home to spend time with the children."

Although the income from antiques during this period is not as good as that at the end of last year, it is already very good.

Qu Qiuli now plans to go to Zhouchao to test his conjectures about the ancient tomb. He may have to come back to receive mobile phone messages from time to time. It's not convenient for anyone in the store, so let's close the store for a few days.

Diao Xiaoyun had indeed not had a vacation for a long time, and shouted: "Long live the boss."

As soon as Diao Xiaoyun was sent off on the front foot, Qi Mingzhe's fanatical fan arrived on the back foot.

This fanatic is quite young.

"How are you thinking today?" The man asked as soon as he entered the door, "The price can be raised by another [-]%."

As soon as he finished speaking, he saw that Miss Li at the counter had turned into a better-looking little brother.

"I'm the boss here." Qu Qiuli stood up and introduced, "The staff in my store told me before that someone wants to buy this landscape painting, so it must be you?"

"My surname is Su, Su Jin." Su Jin took the initiative to introduce himself, "I finally got the boss, I don't know what kind of conditions can make you give up love?"

Qu Qiuli saw that his attitude was good and his face was more upright, so he said honestly, "This painting is really not intended to be sold, I hope you can understand."

Su Jin was a little distressed, but he didn't force it. "It's because the elders in the family like Qi Mingzhe's paintings. You don't have to worry about the price. It's double or triple the market price. You can ask, so you can think about it."

Qu Qiuli was a little shocked by this. He said before that he sold [-] million to Shi Cheng because he was deliberately embarrassing him, but now it seems that this person's attitude is sincere, and he doesn't seem to be here to make trouble.

But, "Sorry."

Su Jin was not annoyed, and handed over his business card with both hands, "If you come up with something someday, remember to contact me first."

Qu Qiuli accepted it and said hello.

Su Jin smiled, and didn't leave empty-handed. He bought a stack of old Xuan before leaving.

After the people left, Qu Qiuli directly locked the door in the store, went back to his room, fiddled with his pocket watch, and returned to Zhou Chao's mansion in the blink of an eye.

Zhou Chao, he really didn't come here much except for the necessary search for information.

It has been said that he only went to the most peaceful period of the past dynasties, but the entire Zhou Dynasty for hundreds of years was not very peaceful.

It's a very good time now.

Qu Qiuli changed his clothes, and simply tied his hair up, looking elegant.

The family of servants and women in the house had long been used to Gong Zili's elusive presence. Seeing him coming out of the room, they greeted him well-behaved.

Qu Qiuli nodded respectfully and asked them to stand up, "Has anything important happened recently? Can someone send a greeting card?"

The servant's husband stepped forward, "Young Master Li, the Jiang family sent a white post yesterday."

White post, that is, a post for reporting funerals, is to invite people to attend the funeral.

Qu Qiuli asked him to bring the white post.

The Jiang family, Qu Qiuli knew that in history, the entire family had produced countless counselors, and it was considered a famous family in the Zhou Dynasty.

However, God is not only partial to them. The Jiang family has a young genius who can learn calligraphy at the age of one, compose poetry at the age of three, and write beautiful articles at the age of eight.

But God gave him such a good talent, but did not give him a good body.

That genius boy has been weak and sick since he was a child. He has to breathe for a long time when he takes a step, and spits blood from time to time. Now he is only fifteen or sixteen years old...

Die young, God is jealous of talents.

In fact, Qu Qiuli had met that genius boy once before, and roughly deduced that he was born with heart and lung problems, which can be solved by modern medicine, and there are even drugs that can improve his condition.

However, Qu Qiuli couldn't bring the medicine here, let alone give the medicine to the young man, so he could only sigh in his heart.

Qu Qiuli thought for a while. He wanted to find out who built the tomb for him this time. Anyway, what he can be sure of is someone he knows.

And he didn't socialize much in Zhouchao, only a few people could barely be regarded as friends.

The eldest son of the Jiang family, Jiang Su, was one of them, and this white post was also sent by Jiang Su.

After making the decision, he came to the door on time according to the time in the post, preparing to attend the funeral.

The fall of a generation of geniuses is a very sad thing, but the Jiang family did not show much sadness.

The whole Jiang family agreed that the boy was finally freed, and he just went to another world.

After more than ten years of lingering sickness, isn't it just a relief?

"Young Master Li." Jiang Su went forward to greet him personally, "I thought that you were not in the city, and I would send a post to let you know. It is truly glorious for you to come here in person."

Qu Qiuli bowed back, "Sir, you don't need to say much, I have met Lingdi once, and I should come to see him off for the last time."

"The Chu family and the Wei family are here." Jiang Su brought Qu Qiuli to the guest room, "Young Master Li Ke can catch up with them, they are busy today, so please forgive me for the lack of hospitality."

Qu Qiuli thought, isn't it a coincidence that all the people he knows are here today.

He cupped his hands, "My lord, you don't have to be so polite, just go and get busy, and we will have a good chat over wine in another day."

After Jiang Su left, Qu Qiuli went to say hello to the young masters of the Chu family and the Wei family.

Several people are similar in age, and Gong Zili's identity is mysterious, so they get along fairly harmoniously.

It's just that the friendship between gentlemen is as light as water, and Qu Qiuli's various observations show that these two families don't look like they will build a tomb for him.

Still have to watch slowly.

If it doesn't work, then he will find an excuse to talk about the funeral, and by the way, bring up the topic of funeral objects.

This is also a way.

People in Zhou Dynasty pay great attention to courtesy.

The funeral of the gifted boy was held in a grand manner. At first Qu Qiuli could watch the fun, but then he couldn't accept it.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, it was inconvenient for him to leave directly, which was too rude, but he really almost threw up.

The living were buried.

This term is familiar to modern people, but modern people can only say that the ancients were cruel and curse a few words.

But they have never seen such a scene with their own eyes.

Qu Qiuli saw it with his own eyes. Isn't this cruel?

Two young girls, dressed in mourning clothes, walked into the cemetery very consciously, with no sadness or joy on their faces.

Their family members even thought it was an honor, and it was a supreme honor for their small families to be buried with gifted youngsters.

Maybe the two women knew their fate long ago, and after resisting to no avail, they could only accept it calmly.

Maybe this is fate!

Looking at their still immature faces, Qu Qiuli panicked in his heart. At this age, he is still a junior high school student in modern times.

Why is it necessary to sacrifice the living?

He couldn't accept it.

But in the face of such a thing, he was helpless.

He can't change history, even such a small thing, he can't do it.

He tried to step forward to stop it, but his legs seemed to be filled with lead, and his mouth seemed to be glued.

He couldn't do anything, he could only watch helplessly, watching the two little girls walk into the cemetery, watching the cemetery close the stone gate, and watching the cemetery covered with loess after smear.

It wasn't until the funeral was completely over that Qu Qiuli finally lifted the restrictions imposed on him by the world consciousness.

This was the first time his behavior was restricted by the world consciousness, and before, it was just a warning.

Qu Qiuli looked at the sky, world consciousness?Heaven?

Why give him such a chance?Why let him witness such a thing happen again?

Such a scene is undoubtedly fatal and cruel to him, a modern person.

He cursed the world consciousness fiercely in his heart for a while.

The world consciousness seemed to feel it, and a gust of wind blew in, leaving Qu Qiuli ashamed.

But Qu Qiuli was rarely rebellious, he was not convinced, and still scolded the world for its inhumanity.

At the end of the scolding, the wind stopped, and the world consciousness might think that it would be good for Qu Qiuli to swear a few words to relieve his anger, but Qu Qiuli also gave up, so what's the use of scolding him?

"Why does Gong Zili look like this?" Seeing his pale and dignified face, Jiang Su asked with concern, "Do you need to see a doctor?"

Qu Qiuli shook his head, he glanced at Jiang Su, "Young Master Su, what do you think about the issue of burial of living people?"

Jiang Su was stunned for a moment, "Why does Gong Zili ask such a question? Isn't this a traditional tradition?"

Qu Qiuli smiled wryly, not knowing what to do with these ancient people.

They care more about status, dignity, and whether these so-called traditional etiquettes are reasonable and cruel are simply out of their scope of consideration.

Even Qu Qiuli himself, if it weren't for the hidden reputation he secretly managed for himself, if it weren't for his clothes, appearance and demeanor, these so-called aristocrats might not be cultivated by small families. Will want to make friends with him.

This thinking may be a bit pessimistic.

But it cannot be denied that, for the most part, this is true.

To put it another way, if Qu Qiuli's soul transmigrated to a farmer's house or the child of a slave, as in the novel, even if he is a genius, in this era, it is more difficult to get ahead than to reach the sky.

Because people of their class have no access to those so-called aristocrats.

Qu Qiuli shook his head, and answered Jiang Su darkly, "I just think the burial of a living person is too cruel, maybe we can change it to a more peaceful way, put some things he liked in the tomb, and he might be happier .”

Jiang Su was thoughtful, but did not answer.

The young masters of the Chu family and the Wei family listened, and it was rare to refute.

Young Master Chu, "Young Master, it is far from what you said. People will live in another world after death, and the cemetery is their residence in that world. That's why we follow the principle of 'Death is like living, and death is like living'. Handle it with etiquette."

That is to say, it is handled according to the standards of a living person. If someone should serve, someone must serve, and if there is a concubine, there must be a concubine.

Young Master Wei also agreed, and even joked: "When I go to that world, I must bury ten or eight beautiful girls with me."

Qu Qiuli shook his head. The three views are different. Even if he said something out of the blue, these people would not be able to understand and agree.

He suddenly thought, there shouldn't be any living people buried in his tomb, right?

He thought that the Clothes Tomb was probably built by one of these people, and he quickly said, "If I go to that world, there is no need for any living people to be buried."

Jiang Su finally answered, "Why did Gong Zili say that?"

"It doesn't mean anything to me at all." Qu Qiuli replied very solemnly, "Let's not say that I usually don't like to be served by people around me. It's just quiet when I'm dead."

Jiang Su smiled, "Gong Zili's idea is really different."

But this is also in line with Gong Zili's character.

Young Master Wei disagreed, "Then you are alone in that world?"

Qu Qiuli glanced at him, and said, "If I die, more books, chronicles of local customs, or folklore stories are enough for me to bury with me, enough for my entertainment in that world."

After thinking for a while, Qu Qiu said calmly, "After I die, it's best to erect an anonymous tablet, and don't put anything related to my identity in the tomb. People die like smoke and come and go like dust. "

"Young Master Li Dayi." Jiang Su cupped his hands.

Qu Qiuli stayed in Zhou Dynasty for several days, except that Jiang Su was suspected to be the person who built his tomb, he has not collected any other valid information.

But he couldn't figure it out, why did Jiang Su build a tomb for him?

Fall in love with him?

It's impossible, right?

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The author has something to say:

The red envelopes for the previous prize quiz have been sent out.

Hey hey hey.

It's the end of the month, do you still have nutrient solution for the cuties?

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