Rebirth 81: Being forced into marriage by my sister’s best friend at the beginning

Chapter 751: They are all burial objects!

This is a pottery figurine of a soldier, wearing an iron helmet, half armor on his upper body, skirt-like trousers on his lower body, and bare feet.

Lin Ran could tell at a glance that this was a pottery figurine from the Han Dynasty.

And this soldier is obviously a militiaman.

In the Han Dynasty, there was a saying of removing one's armor and returning to the fields.

During wars, farmers would wear armor and go to the battlefield, and when there was peace, they would return to the villages and farm.

Because of the extremely backward productivity at that time, not every soldier could be equipped with armor, so most soldiers could only wear worn-out armor, often passed down from their ancestors.

Compared with the well-equipped soldiers among the pottery figurines used for burials by emperors, this pottery figurine is obviously closer to the situation at that time.

Lin Ran concluded that this was the burial object of the lowest nobleman. The number of pottery figurines that could be used for burial was limited and must be consistent with their status.

Therefore, he boldly guessed that it was the burial object of a landowner in the Han Dynasty.

"Where did you collect them from?" Lin Ran asked curiously. There were not many cultural relics from the Han Dynasty, and he received two at once, which meant that there might be more cultural relics from the Han Dynasty, so he asked. One sentence.

Zhang Laizi disliked the pottery figurine in his hand, even though its carving was exquisite and vividly displayed the image of the militiamen.

He said: "They are all collected from Xiping Village."

Lin Ran then remembered the main purpose of his visit and asked, "Are they from the demolished house?"

"Yes, yes." Zhang Laizi replied, and then he looked at Lin Ran suspiciously: "How do you know?"

"I went to Xiping Village to collect rags before." Lin Ran did not lie, but his and Zhang Zizi's purposes were different.

"That's it." Zhang Laizi had no doubts. He cursed and said, "He actually hid a dead person's belongings at home. No wonder everyone in his family is gone."

"Hey." Lin Ran thought of the lonely figure of his father, a gambler, and couldn't help but sigh, "You also know about his family's affairs."

"You know, gambling is very harmful to people." Zhang Laizi didn't want to chat with Lin Ran about this issue, so he said, "Do you want this thing? If not, I will throw it away."

"Yes, of course."

"What do you want this thing for?" Zhang Laizi asked curiously.

"As long as you don't keep them at home, it's fine. I have a warehouse specifically for products." Lin Ran said, "I like to collect these statues of gods and demons."

"You city people just like strange things." Zhang Laizi smiled and had no doubts.

Lin Ran looked at the wooden box and felt a little strange. There was a dent inside, which was obviously used to store things.

"Has there been anything in here before?" Lin Ran asked as he picked up the wooden box.

"Yes, but this thing is not for sale." Zhang Laizi smiled, then took out the jade hanging around his neck, "I already have it with me."

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Lin Ran was speechless. He said, "Brother Zhang, do you mind letting me take a look?"

No matter how he looked at it, he thought it was Hanyu.

As the name suggests, the jade that the deceased held in his mouth was actually hung around his neck, which was more daring than Yang Jianlong.

"What's wrong?" Zhang Laizi didn't want to take off the jade.

Lin Ran said directly: "That piece of jade you have is probably a jade cicada."

"What is Jade Chan?" Zhang Laizi asked puzzledly.

"Jade cicada is also called Hanyu. It is the jade that the deceased holds in his mouth and is used for burial." Lin Ran explained that only by telling the truth could Zhang Laizi bear the pain and give up his love.

Hearing this, Zhang Laizi quickly untied the jade and handed it to Lin Ran, like a hot potato.

Lin Ran took the jade and saw that it was indeed Hanyu.

It is made into the image of a cicada, with prominent eyes and clear and smooth lines all over the body.

It is both Han jade and Han jade. It can be sold for a good price, but it is just because it is a bit embarrassing.

Lin Ran said: "Do you still want this piece of jade? You can keep it, but I suggest you not to carry it with you."

This was his sincere suggestion. Because jade is directly linked to death, it cannot be sold for much in the market. Only some jewelers will take it back, process it for a second time, and then sell it.

Or some brave collectors will keep them in their own private museums for others to visit.

It is probably unrealistic to find the owner of the tomb now. After all, the family is no longer here.

Zhang Laizi chuckled: "No, no, little brother, I suggest you don't want this either."

His open-minded attitude made Lin Ran feel very comfortable. He smiled slightly and said, "If you sell it, I will pay five yuan to buy it."

Zhang Laizi was very simple-minded and had no doubt that Lin Ran was buying his items at a low price, so he made up stories to scare him.

Lin Ran asked: "Do you only have Yu Chan?"

"Yes, when I bought it back, only the jade cicada was inside, and the other two jade pieces seemed to have been bought by his neighbors." Zhang Zizi recalled, "If I have a chance, I must tell them that this thing is not worth mentioning." Take it indiscriminately.”

Lin Ran's guess was indeed correct, these things were a pair.

The other two jade objects are holding jade, which were held in the palm of the deceased's hand.

It is generally carved into the shape of a pig. Although it is relatively large, because it is held in the hand, relatively inferior jade is generally used.

In comparison, Yuchan is more valuable.

Lin Ran suddenly had an idea in his mind. Could it be that he had once robbed a tomb?

Because these three cultural relics should all come from the same tomb.

There are also tombs from the Eastern Han Dynasty in the capital. Although they are not large tombs, they are enough to fill in the historical gaps in this area.

He immediately decided to go to Xiping Village tomorrow and go to the old woman's house to ask for details. Maybe there would be some clues left.

But now, he wants to complete the deal in hand.

He picked out all the things and said to Zhang Laizi: "That's it. Thank you for your hard work."

Zhang Laizi smiled naively: "Little brother, I should thank you." He touched the back of his neck, as if he had been bitten by a poisonous insect.