Yi Anan walked forward and looked at those bottles and jars. They were just ordinary adobe bottles, which looked like they were handmade in recent years and not the kind sold outside.
Yi Anan took a closer look. Although the embryo was a little rough, the craftsmanship was still good. If it could be colored and fired, it could be sold for some money.
Yi Anan thought of that mother, the way she spoke and acted didn't seem like she had any craftsmanship, so why were there so many embryo bottles in this room?
Zhan Nanhui looked around and almost tripped over the bottles and jars on the ground. He found a basket from outside, came in, and planned to put all these things away.
While putting them away, Zhan Nanhui suddenly let out a soft "hmm".
"What's wrong?" Yi Anan asked.
Zhan Nanhui touched a piece of wall behind the pile of bottles, then knocked on it and said with certainty: "The color of this wall is different from other places, and the sound is also strange. There should be something behind it."
Yi Anan was shocked. This is a haunted house. There can’t be a corpse hidden behind it, right?
Although Yi Anan didn't believe in those supernatural words at first, she felt a little scared when she heard that there was something hidden in the wall.
Zhan Nanhui knocked carefully and marked a range on the body.
Yi Anan measured it first, and it was just enough to fit one egg in!
"I'll go find some tools later and open it to take a look." Zhan Nanhui said.
Yi Anan was a little worried.
"It's okay. Since you've bought it, this house is ours. We'll face whatever happens." Zhan Nanhui was very cautious before buying this house. Now that the house has been bought, he has decided that even if there is something wrong, he will face it. After all, six thousand yuan is not a small amount. The most important thing is that Yi Anan likes this house very much.
"Don't worry, I'm here!" Zhan Nanhui came in with an iron pickaxe, held Yi Anan's little hand, and asked her to stand behind him so as not to choke her when he swung the iron pickaxe.
Yi Anan couldn't stand aside and looked at the wall worriedly.
Zhan Nanhui swung his pickaxe and smashed a hole in the wall.
"It's really empty, and the space inside should be quite large." Zhan Nanhui said, and hit the wall twice again.
A hole appeared in the wall, revealing a four-centimeter hole. It was pitch black inside and cold air was emitting from it.
Zhan Nanhui and Yi Anan took out a flashlight, shone it inside, and suddenly stopped talking.
Yi Anan's heart was hanging in her throat. She asked in a low voice: "What's inside?"
Zhan Nanhui motioned Yi Anan to come and take a look.
Yi Anan hesitated for a moment, but still went forward to take a look. When she saw the several small boxes inside, she felt half relieved.
Such a small box can't possibly contain 그, right?
"This box doesn't look like a modern item." Zhan Nanhui said, shining the flashlight on the box.
The box was black all over, and seemed to be made of black iron. There was a lock on it, and the lock was made of antique bronze. It was slightly black, but the whole box was still gold. It seemed that the things in the box were very valuable.
Zhan Nanhui and Yi Anan took a flashlight, then jumped in by themselves and moved the smallest box in first.
There was no key to the box, so Zhan Nanhui went to find a piece of wire and fiddled with it, and the copper lock opened with a click.
When the box was opened, there were actually some bottles and jars inside. The largest one was only a few centimeters high, and the smallest was seven or eight centimeters. They were very small and the colors were pure.
Zhan Nanhui saw that it was still bottles and jars, and couldn't help feeling a little disappointed. He said, "I thought there might be gold bars inside!"
Yi Anan stared at the bottle, carefully took one out, put it in her palm and looked at it carefully, and couldn't help but exclaimed in surprise: "It's actually a sheep fat bottle from the Yuan Dynasty."
Zhan Nanhui took a look and felt that the bottle was moist all over, with an indescribable luster under the light. It looked exquisite, but he didn't see what kind of mutton fat it was.
Yi Anan felt that it looked familiar, as if she had seen it in a museum, but she couldn't remember where it was for a moment.
Yi Anan gently put the bottle down and looked at the other bottles. From the Yuan Dynasty to the Qing Dynasty, there was a bottle in each dynasty, and each one was very exquisite, especially those from the Tang Dynasty, which had Tang Dynasty colored patterns on them, which were very exquisite.
The more Yi Anan looked at these bottles, the more familiar they looked to her. Two of them were from the Ru kiln. The main color of the bottles was celadon, with patterns of "ice cracks", "crab claws" and "eel blood". The glaze was warm and unique, and they were top-grade products.
Yi An'an stroked the bottles, feeling extremely shocked.
The value of this box alone is probably inestimable. What’s in the other boxes?
Yi Anan put the box aside and waited for Zhan Nanhui to bring another box.
This time the box is a little bigger, more than one meter long.
Zhan Nanhui opened the box with the wire as usual.
The moment the box was opened, a smell of dust hit me in the face.
Yi Anan couldn't help but cover her nose and coughed softly twice.
Zhan Nanhui also instinctively turned his body to the side and stood in front of Yi Anan.
There were four or five ancient paintings in the box. Judging from the scrolls, they were slightly damaged and looked to be quite old.
Yi An'an didn't know much about bottles, but she was quite accomplished in appreciating ancient paintings. After all, she had learned the restoration of ancient paintings from Old Lady Tao for several months.
There was too much dust on the painting, so Zhan Nanhui went to get a rag and handed it to Yi Anan.
Yi Anan didn't dare to wipe it, but looked at it for a while, took the top painting, which was still relatively intact, and slowly spread it on the table and opened it.
The painting is 224.0 cm wide and 134.0 cm wide. It is signed by Yuan Jiang, and the four characters "Xiaoxiang Night Rain" are written on it.
Yi An'an was stunned for a moment. Yuan Jiang was the number one painter in the Qing Dynasty. His most famous painting, "Summer Vacation in Mount Li", was also of this size at its smallest. She had never heard of "Night Rain in Xiaoxiang", but judging from the conventional techniques such as painting techniques, brushstrokes, and style characteristics, this painting was indeed Yuan Jiang's.
Yi Anan opened the remaining few paintings and took a look. They were all Yuan Jiang's works, and they were all paintings she had never heard of.
Yi Anan felt that she would go to Old Lady Tao tomorrow.
Just when Zhan Nanhui was about to pull the second box in, the faint crying of a woman was heard outside. The crying came from far away and then from near to far away, making him feel cold all over and his hair stand on end.
Yi Anan frowned slightly. Now that she saw these things, she didn't believe that there was a ghost in this house. Even if there was a ghost, it must be a ghost protecting these things, right?
Zhan Nanhui came out from inside the wall, listened for a while, and whispered, "Don't move here, I'll go and take a look."
Yi Anan stopped Zhan Nanhui and said, "No, you can't go. This thing is here, and the ghost will come here soon."
As soon as Yi Anan finished speaking, a shadow flashed across the bed outside.
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