Song Yi adjusted the color and stood next to Fang Zongtang.

"The color is adjusted."

After brushing, she put the brush aside and waited quietly for the reaction on the cowhide.

"If you have nothing to do, go help Chen Zhen saw the marbles apart!"

Song Yi was busy again.

Everything written on the cowhide was exposed.

Pengyang defense map.

"Brother Zongtang, do you recognize the words above?"

Fang Zongtang was stunned and immediately realized that something was wrong.

She was originally only half-confused and half-guessing, so how did she recognize the five words "Pengyang Defense Map" all at once?

Thinking of this, her eyes darkened for a moment.

Zhang Xingzu was startled, thinking that what he said had upset Fang Zongtang, and hurriedly explained: "Brother Zongtang, I have no other intentions, I just asked casually."

Her eyes twinkled and her tone was relaxed.

"It's okay. I was just thinking about something. The words above, read, Pengyang Defense Map."

Zhang Xingzu thought it was just a bunch of nonsense.

"Brother Zongtang, you are really amazing. Our great grandfather is also amazing. He can recognize such old characters."

Yeah, how did she know him?

Not only does she want to know, her great-grandfather probably wants to know too!

"This picture, pottery jars, incense burners, ancient coins and bronze horses were all dug out from pits in the Western Han Dynasty." After she said that, she pointed to a number of other things and spoke.

"Those too."

Some words were against the rules, so Zhang Xingzu didn't dare to say them.

After all, he had studied with Brother Zongtang for two years, so he had some basic knowledge, so he asked what he wanted to ask.

"Brother Zongtang, there was no porcelain in the Western Han Dynasty, right?"

She immediately looked away.

"Finally your brain can remember something. There was no porcelain in the Western Han Dynasty. Next time someone points to a bottle of porcelain and says it's from the Western Han Dynasty, tell him that he has water in his brain and needs to use a towel to wipe the sweat off!"

Chen Zhen couldn't help but burst out laughing. He exerted force with his hands and sawed the marble in half.

There is still a marble inside.

Zhang Xingzu had just finished laughing, and when he saw this, he laughed even more happily. He quickly picked up the marbles and handed them to Fang Zongtang.

"Brother Zongtang, did ancient people also like to play with nesting dolls?"

She pinched it twice and dropped the marble into the color-developing potion.

Within two minutes, bubbles started to form inside, and a lot of black dirt was emitted.

Just as she was about to reach out to take it out, Song Yi quickly reached in his fingers, wiped it with a cloth, and handed it to her.

"Is this a dice?" Zhang Xingzu asked curiously.

She also became excited. She thought it was at most a nugget of gold or an ancient jade, but she didn't expect it to be a dice inlaid with agate and turquoise, and carved with patterns and words!

"This thing can no longer be measured by the word antique!" She was so excited that she wanted to slap herself when she thought about what she had just thrown into the potion.

Remedy it quickly.

Zhang Xingzu remembered the meteorite night-shining pearl that Ma Kaiping sold last time, and hurriedly asked: "Brother Zongtang, which one is more expensive, this or the meteorite night-shining pearl?"

As she handled it carefully, she said, "There's no way to compare the value. Let me tell you, meteorites and gems are everywhere. But the dice in my hand were left by our ancestors. They are unique and must not be given away."

Zhang Xingzu said seriously: "If you say so, I understand. It is more important than the meteorite!"

She dealt with the dice in her hand and put them aside, sent Chen Zhen away, and continued to play the bottle.

"I'm here in person, so you guys can go do whatever you need to do!"

Chen Zhen looked down at the marbles in his hand and carefully handed them to Fang Zongtang.

I never expected that the second one would be so weird~

"What the hell is this?" She raised her hand and threw it far away.

Without thinking, Song Yi grabbed her hand and rushed outside. He stretched out his hand and rubbed her hands repeatedly in the rain.