Although it's called a national museum, it's not actually open to the public.
The only real window to the outside world is the history museum, which mainly displays items of lesser value or replicas for visitors to see.
This is where the treasures are stored inside; each one is a precious item.
Xiaoxi was dazzled by what she saw.
From the moment she entered, the curator was wary of her.
If it weren't for Secretary Yan's orders, he wouldn't care that Xiao Xi was some rich heiress.
Under the dim spotlights, the precious cultural relics appeared particularly captivating.
Xiaoxi saw a dark green jade dragon from the Neolithic Age, a bottle from the Southern Song Dynasty official kiln, and bronzes from the Shang and Zhou Dynasties.
The lightning rod she upgraded came from here.
It was truly extraordinary.
Every time Xiaoxi focused on a cultural relic, the curator's heart would leap into his throat.
The curator breathed a sigh of relief as her gaze left.
This made Xiaoxi very uncomfortable. "Uncle Curator, can I look around by myself? I am a government official, after all."
It means they wouldn't do things like stealing cultural relics.
The curator recalled that when Secretary Yan personally told him that he wanted to take away the bronze lightning rod, he was so heartbroken that he couldn't sleep for days and nights.
Unable to contain himself any longer, he once said to Secretary Yan, "These are all cultural relics, how can they be used as prizes?"
This is what Secretary Yan said.
"That little girl is a hero who vanquishes demons and monsters."
Because she saved so many lives, this magical artifact would only gather dust here. Giving it to the young girl for safekeeping will allow its true value to be realized.
The curator snapped out of his reverie and realized he couldn't follow Xiaoxi any longer. He could only stare at Xiaoxi's back for a long time.
I wonder, does this young girl really have such great abilities?
Xiaoxi felt much more at ease with no one around.
Secretary Yan is so kind; he rests in the office as soon as he arrives.
Xiao Xi immediately activated her divine sense, searching for the treasure like a searchlight.
Some of the items here are genuine cultural relics, and there are also many ritual implements.
But none of them contained what Xiaoxi desperately needed. She turned a corner unintentionally and saw a set of iron pot-like objects on a corner shelf.
The set of iron pots hummed and hummed, as if calling to Xiaoxi.
Xiaoxi put on gloves from the brocade pouch.
I just picked up this set of pots.
This pot is like a three-piece set, including a wok, a soup pot, and a black, unassuming appearance, and it even comes with a lid.
Some items don't need to be good-looking; they just need to be useful.
Huh, it's just a set of cooking utensils, why is it filled with such powerful spiritual energy? Could it be that some immortals left it behind after having a picnic on Earth?
Xiao Xi chuckled, and immediately placed the three-piece iron pot set, weighing over 100 pounds, in front of the curator.
The curator was stunned, thinking he had misread it, and closed his eyes to look again.
Only then did his anxious heart finally settle down.
Compared to other cultural relics, this set of iron pots is nothing special. The little girl has good taste; she didn't take the real treasure.
But he never expected that Xiaoxi, a little girl, could move objects weighing several hundred kilograms.
Yan Weimin thought Xiaoxi would take a long time to choose, but it was so quick? Then he saw him lightly carrying the iron pot with both hands.
"You've made your choice so quickly? Won't Xiaoxi take another look?"
"I've already made my choice. Besides, as long as I work hard and make a good impression, won't I be coming back next time?"
Yan Weimin looked at Xiaoxi with doting eyes, which was taken as tacit approval.
The curator nearly stumbled and fell. He's coming again?!
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