Gao Mingcheng tied the boxes with ropes and had Xing Zhaozhao pull up the boxes from the old principal's house first, before he went up last. Before leaving, he also picked up a pottery pot piled in the corner of the tomb and took it with him.
Xing Zhaozhao asked curiously, "Where did this pot come from?"
"What we picked up from below should be burial goods," Gao Mingcheng said.
Xing Zhaozhao's eyes lit up, and she leaned closer: "Which dynasty is it from? Is it valuable?"
When did you become so greedy for money?
Gao Mingcheng tapped her head gently with a sigh: "I don't understand these things, but my godfather does. I'm going to send it over to him to take a look. I guess it will have to be reported later."
Xing Zhaozhao felt a little regretful, but she quickly let it go. She'd just pick up the scraps; she wouldn't get involved with these other things.
All four boxes were quite heavy, but they were no problem for Xing Zhaozhao. She carried two on her back and one in her hand with ease. The last one was carried by Gao Mingcheng, who couldn't stand it anymore and insisted on carrying it himself.
By the time I got home, it was already completely dark.
Xiu Ning was still there, and not wanting her to see it and cause any further trouble, Gao Mingcheng and Xing Zhaozhao hid the box in the bushes not far from the front door before knocking on the door.
The door opened quickly.
Hao Xiuning breathed a sigh of relief when she saw Gao Mingcheng and Xing Zhaozhao finally return: "Second Brother Gao, Sister-in-law, you're finally back."
As soon as the words were spoken, two small figures ran out of the house, one of them, and plunged into Gao Mingcheng and Xing Zhaozhao's arms.
Hongyu hugged Xing Zhaozhao tightly around the waist, tilted her little face up, pouted, and looked at Gao Mingcheng and Xing Zhaozhao with a wronged expression: "Dad, Mom, you are so mean. You secretly ran off to play in the mountains while we were taking a nap."
Hongfei hugged Gao Mingcheng and nodded vigorously, "That's right."
Xing Zhaozhao smiled and patted her son's head: "Dad and I didn't go into the mountains to play."
"Then what are you going into the mountains for?" Hongyu pressed.
Xing Zhaozhao smiled but remained silent. It was inconvenient to say.
Hongyu twisted and turned unwillingly: "I want to know, I want to know, I want to know, tell me, tell me, tell me..."
Xing Zhaozhao: "..." This brat is asking for a beating again.
The sound of Xiao Hongling crying came from inside the house. Perhaps she heard her parents coming home and was getting anxious because they hadn't seen them for a long time.
Xing Zhaozhao picked up her son, who was still twisting a rope, and shoved him into his father's arms, telling him to clean up.
"You've worked hard this year, Xiuning. Why don't you stay for dinner before you go back?" Xing Zhaozhao said with a smile, looking at Hao Xiuning beside her.
Hao Xiuning shook her head, trying to refuse: "No need, it's too late, I should go back..."
Xing Zhaozhao didn't allow her to explain and forcefully pulled her into the house: "It's just too late, that's why you should stay. After dinner, I'll have your second brother Gao take you home, just in case something happens on the way..."
Hao Xiuning couldn't refuse, so she had no choice but to stay.
After dinner, Gao Mingcheng carried Xiao Hongling and took Hao Xiuning home. Hongfei and Hongyu also went with them.
Taking advantage of the fact that no one else was around, Xing Zhaozhao temporarily moved the boxes to the cellar and hid them.
That night, after the three children had fallen asleep, Xing Zhaozhao took a shower, lay on the bed, and flipped through the books about antiques that she had bought from there.
Gao Mingcheng returned, looking refreshed, and came over to ask, "What are you looking at?"
“Antiques,” Xing Zhaozhao said. “I’m looking for something similar to the pot you picked up, to see if I can confirm the dynasty of that tomb.”
"Have you found it yet?" Gao Mingcheng asked.
Xing Zhaozhao flipped through the book to the section on the Han Dynasty, pointed to a picture of a pottery pot, and asked Gao Mingcheng, "Does it look like one?"
After a careful comparison, Gao Mingcheng said, "They really do look quite similar."
"Which dynasty is this from?" he asked.
“From the Han Dynasty,” Xing Zhaozhao said.
"So, that might be a Han Dynasty tomb?" Gao Mingcheng asked in surprise.
Xing Zhaozhao nodded, looking at Gao Mingcheng with a somewhat serious expression: "It's not just that."
She told Gao Mingcheng what she had heard from Mr. Lu about Liu Feiyue: "...He gained a good reputation by helping to intercept a batch of antiques that were excavated from a Han Dynasty tomb, and his business also prospered as a result."
Gao Mingcheng understood her meaning, narrowed his eyes slightly, and said, "You suspect that he's crying wolf, and that the batch of antiques he helped intercept were actually ones he himself dug up from that Han Dynasty tomb?"
Xing Zhaozhao nodded: "I suspect that he was also responsible for the deaths of the tomb raiders that the police found. He silenced them, and although he lost a batch of antiques, he gained a good reputation. They still haven't found the location of that Han Dynasty tomb, and they don't know how many antiques have been looted. Maybe the rest have already been smuggled out of the country. He made a fortune without having to share the spoils. He got three things at once."
Gao Mingcheng's face darkened, but he quickly made a decision and said, "Tomorrow we'll go see my godfather to check on that pot. If it's confirmed to be from the Han Dynasty, I'll find a way to report it as soon as possible."
"Mm," Xing Zhaozhao nodded in response.
The next day, the family of five appeared at the old principal's door again.
When Grandma Qin heard the knocking, she opened the door and was surprised to see a family of five standing outside. "Zhaozhao? What brings you here again today?" she exclaimed.
Xing Zhaozhao put on a pitiful look and looked at Old Mrs. Qin: "What? Godmother, do you think we're coming too often? Then we're leaving..." As she spoke, she pulled the child and made a move to leave.
Grandma Qin quickly pulled the person back: "Hey, hey, hey, I didn't say that."
Seeing Xing Zhaozhao's smiling face, she quickly realized what was going on, gently patted Xing Zhaozhao's arm, and said with a laugh, "You naughty girl, teasing your godmother, why don't you come in here right now?"
Xing Zhaozhao smiled and followed Gao Mingcheng and the child through the door.
Hearing the commotion, Xiao Qinshi and the old principal also came out of the house.
"Aunt?!" Xiao Qinshi was also pleasantly surprised to see Xing Zhaozhao.
"Something wrong?" the old principal quickly guessed.
Gao Mingcheng nodded and looked earnestly at the old principal: "I need to trouble you with something."
The old principal knew that this was probably no small matter, otherwise he wouldn't have come over in such a hurry.
"Come in and have a seat." The old principal turned and went back into the room.
"Have you eaten?" Old Mrs. Qin asked Xing Zhaozhao with concern.
Xing Zhaozhao smiled and nodded: "I ate before I came."
After saying that, she looked down at the two little ones who had been following her closely: "Go play with your brother Xiaoshi."
Xiao Qin understood immediately and waved to Hongfei and Hongyu: "Come on, Brother Xiao will take you to play something fun."
Hongyu couldn't resist the temptation and immediately followed along.
Hongfei knew that his parents and godparents had something to talk about, so he sensibly followed them.
Little Hongling was also taken in by Grandma Qin.
The old principal sat down with Xing Zhaozhao and Gao Mingcheng in the room and asked, "What is it?"
Xing Zhaozhao carefully placed the cloth bag she was carrying on the table, took out the pottery pot, and handed it to the old principal.
The old principal's eyes lit up, and he quickly took out his reading glasses from his pocket, put them on, and took the pottery pot to examine it carefully, bit by bit.
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