The Treasure Hunt of an Antique Dealer

Of course, the exhibits in the exhibition hall cannot be sold, and cultural relics that have been graded cannot be sold. There is no problem!

But there is a question that will pop up for you in the "no problem" section, and only Zhang Nan will know the problem: nowadays, many cultural preservation units have a large number of old objects that are improper and have no level at all. Eight? One Chinese Network ≈ are those improper things. After more than ten or twenty years, if they are still in the warehouse and have not been disposed of, they will basically be turned out for rating.

The first level is more difficult, the second and third levels are quite a lot, and this will either accumulate dust or be sold in cultural relics stores, or even be treated as useless scrap copper and rotten iron, and littered everywhere!

Then why would you rate it later?

The processing is almost done, the things are missing, and the waste station can't be collected. When you come back, you can go there.

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For the cultural department, in the 1980s, it looked like Qingshui Yamen, and even a deputy department-level cadre did not have a special car: the agricultural curator and his students came on bicycles.

Two bicycles were stuffed into the trunk of the Lincoln car, revealing the two cars domineeringly, and pulled back to the exhibition hall compound.

The tire size of the extension car is large, the load capacity is large, and the internal space is larger. It is no problem to pack 7 people.

Don't rush to the warehouse, because as soon as you entered the compound and got off the bus, Zhang Nan saw a bunch of interesting things in the far corner!

"Hey, it's in Yongcheng. It's really impossible to find so many other places.

In some places, you can find one or two as treasures, and here is the life of scrap copper and iron! "

Looking at the pile of things, it will be Zhang Nan's turn to sigh, plus some memories: He came here once in his last life around 1987, and there would be a child of a relative of the exhibition hall leader playing in the exhibition hall.

That day was not a holiday, and no one came to visit at the level. In the boss's exhibition hall, there were only three people with Zhang Nan.

Zhang Nan heard the person say to a teenager who should not have gone to junior high school: "Blood bats, don't take away the things in the exhibition hall. You have to put them back after playing. They are registered!"

"Oh, I know my uncle."

The child honestly put a thick copper rod that seemed to be heavy on the shelf: Zhang Nan was on the side, it looked like a large short-barreled musket, estimated to be at least ten or twenty catties , Almost catching up with a small cannon.

The things were put back, and now the children didn't like things to play with: he didn't want to take out the bottles and cans in the glass cabinet. One was boring, and if they broke, they would be scolded by the uncle.

The adults are busy, studying a large cabinet that has just entered the showroom, and once again said to the children: "If you like muskets and cannons, then go to the yard below. There are a lot of piles on the north corner. Go by yourself. Find it, don't smash your foot."

The child was very happy when he heard it, "Uncle, can I take one back and play with it?"

The child obviously knows what the pile of stuff is.

"Whatever, but don't find too big, or your sister will scold you to death! If you go back tomorrow, your sister will be able to throw things away for you in the bus."

The kid thief smiled: "Don't worry, I will find someone that can be stuffed into my schoolbag. I will recite it by myself, so that my sister will not know."

Saying that the child ran away.

After Zhang Nan looked at the exhibition hall, when he came out, he saw that the student named blood bat had found four or five small cannons from the pile of "scrap copper and rotten iron" like a small hill, lined up on the concrete floor, and seemed to be studying. Which one is more pleasing to the eye, the weight is right, and can fit into your schoolbag.

At this time, a staff member passing by saw the child tangled, and smiled: "The one on the left is an earlier, 5oo-year-old bamboo cannon from the Ming Dynasty."

"too ugly!"

"The one in the middle, the small artillery of the Qing Dynasty, Qianlong will do it."

The child stunned the man: "I can't put it in the schoolbag, it's too long and too heavy."

Listening to the conversation between one big and one small, this is the attitude this would have to these antique artillery: who would pay attention to that pile of scrap copper and iron!

Basically, they were sent from the waste collection station, and they didn't even have the qualifications to occupy the warehouse: since they entered this yard, these Ming and Qing artillery pieces were piled up and rusted together!

Yongcheng was the first port in the east of the "Maritime Silk Road" early in the Ming Dynasty. Starting from the first year of Zhu Yuanzhang and Wu (AD 1367) in the Ming Dynasty, the coastal areas of the Ming Dynasty imposed a maritime ban, and only Mingzhou (Yongcheng) was opened to the outside world.

Here, there is no shortage of cannons of various and different dynasties!

To the extent that it is not rare in waste collection stations, and the cultural management department is too lazy to collect non-fine products-of course, this is before the 1990s.

There is no way, there is really no place to pile up these broken things. The boutiques can only accumulate dust in the warehouse. The "extreme boutiques" in the exhibition hall have been laughed by visitors as: "The artillery is open, and you can't change it in the exhibition hall. Something new.” The extent.

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Looking at the pile of scrap copper and rotten iron, and thinking of the tangled elementary school student, Zhang Nan's face showed an unpredictable smile.

"Director of the farm, can I ask for two of the cannons piled up in front of you?"

Nong Bosheng was a little stunned at once. He didn't expect that Zhang Nan would first order scrap copper and iron when he arrived.

However, the director of the farm is still very principled: "This thing is not very interesting, but if you want it, then so."

As he said, he paused, and seemed to organize his language: "I also know that some cultural relic shops dare to sell anything in order to earn foreign exchange. The hurdle in Qianlong years is a joke.

But what I do is considered a museum, even if those are scrap copper and iron, I can't give you a certificate before the Jiaqing Year with the year name, and I can't ship it out of the country. Everything else is just casual. "

Old scholars have principles, and he can't do things that violate state regulations.

As for the proof, of course it is the proof of the sale of the cultural relics store, which can pass the customs with the proof: the cultural relics store is of course also under the dual leadership of the Cultural Affairs Bureau.

Zhang Nan was happy when he heard it: "Should I move this to the United States? Don't tease the agricultural curator, just see if there is something suitable. I will get two bigger doors and put them in the yard of Yan County to avoid evil spirits."

"Just thinking about the rules and forgot about you." The curator of agriculture also laughed. This Nan was for the life of moving to the country. "In this way, if you want to avoid evil in the town house, you have to find Daoguang years ago, Crow. -After the war, the red cannon doesn't work, it's just a display."

A few people walked and said, just a few tens of meters away, in the blink of an eye, they came to the "scrap copper and rotten iron pile" piled up like a hill.

There is something on his land. The director of the farming curator has a book in his heart. This will point to a few distinctive lines of iron cannons, large and small, saying: "The bamboo artillery in the middle and early Ming Dynasty is estimated to be good for preventing evil. It works, you just charge your scrap price, anyway, it’s not just taken from the outside in the museum, it’s just a little bit interesting at best.

Except for the small model, we should have a few second-gen bamboo artillery pieces. The length is more than 8o centimeters, and it weighs about 150 or 60 kilograms. The town house is just right. "

"Bamboo cannon" is a firearm of the Ming Dynasty. It is named because of its multi-hoop body and its shape like bamboo knots.

As for the "two generals cannons" mentioned by the director of agriculture, this is just a relatively general term in the Ming Dynasty: in the Ming and Qing dynasties, these various cannons have many names, anyway, one is more powerful than one, and one is invincible!

Like the Qing Dynasty, what "God Bless General", "Shenwei General", "Shen Gong General", "Wucheng Yonggu General"...

However, in the late Qing Dynasty, the name of this artillery was useless: during the First Opium War in 184o, the artillery at Humen Fortress weighed 8,000 catties, but the range was not as good as that of British naval guns!

After the Second Opium War, the Jiangyin Fortress was even equipped with tens of thousands of catties of iron cannons "General Yaowei"-these guns seem mighty, but their range is still not as good as that of the Armstrong guns on British ships. The military suffered a lot in confrontation.

Therefore, we must "avoid evil", not after the Jiaqing year.

Zhang Nan shook his head and said, "The bamboo artillery is too ugly. Is there any Hongyi cannon from the Ming Dynasty?"

Nong Bosheng thought for a while, walked a few steps to the side of the "scrap iron pile", and pointed to an iron cannon road with two cannon ears in the corner: "This was dug up during the dredging of the old river in Yaojiang two years ago. Yes, the engineering team sent it directly. The imitation red cannon was cast in Ming Wanli in 47 years. It is 16o centimeters long, with an inner diameter of 8 centimeters, and weighs less than 3oo kilograms.

But there is only one, because there are already several cannons in the exhibition hall of the exhibition hall, and this one will be lost. If you can give it to you, the price of the cultural goods will be counted. "

The director of the agricultural curator has a principle. If it is replaced by someone else, he will not ask for money. It is definitely a free gift. The bamboo slips from the Warring States Period presented by Zhang Nan are already the treasure of the exhibition hall!

Ming Dynasty, not bad!

As for only one door, it’s not a problem. I quickly found a door that could be “matched”: a Hongyi cannon from Kangxi in 52 years. Its length and appearance were similar to the one in Wanli year, and it weighed about 60 kilograms.

Zhang Nan is not greedy, just having these two cannons is enough: Although it is not a big problem to take half of the cannons here, but then he will really become a waste copper and iron collector!

Why buy it back?

It's really used to avoid evil, Kangxi used it to match Wanli, well, it seems a bit awkward, but it will be enough.

The acquisition of cultural relics at ~www.readwn.com~ does not require weighing the two iron cannons, and the total amount is less than 12 jin, which is only two thousand US dollars. In fact, the agricultural curator and the two administrators who heard that the curator came back and rushed over first discussed it. As long as two thousand foreign exchange coupons were needed, Zhang Nan directly said that he could not let the exhibition hall suffer and pay US dollars.

This is equivalent to a triple increase!

The chronology on the bamboo cannons is basically invisible, and they can be sold as scrap iron. The two red cannons have a clear chronology. They are truly cultural relics. Zhang Nan can’t let the director of the farm be taken ten years later. People gossiping.

It's not blind and generous: you still have to deal with, and everyone is still relatives.

The artillery doesn’t need to be moved now. I’ll wait until the truck transferred from Tianyan County arrives tomorrow. It is estimated that I will borrow a forklift from the exhibition hall. It’s too heavy!

"Director of Agriculture, don't rush to the warehouse. Go to the exhibition hall. I haven't been here for many years. I was still in junior high school last time."

Nong Bosheng heard it and said, "Let's talk about it first. You can only play with the things there, but I can't give it to you."

"Haha, Director of Agriculture, don't worry, I'll take a look." (To be continued.)