Mao Yuanchao had already been "beaten" by Si Chen, and now he could only look to his mother for help.

Fifth Aunt Si Qiuju was so angry that she burst into tears!

Her husband became the top leader in the county, and her son dug such a big hole, which really made her heartbroken!

None of them could have imagined that Mao Yuanchao would do such an incredible thing.

To this day, no one can understand what Mao Yuanchao's brain circuit is like.

Song Yunhu looked confused and replied blankly:

"What, Uncle Zheng, isn't this something about 'breaking the four olds'? Why does it mean that if you dig it, you'll get shot?"

Zheng Zhi ignored him.

Sixth Gusi Xueqin glared at her son fiercely.

Sixth Uncle Song Ci scolded in a low voice: "Yunhu, shut up!"

Song Yunhu subconsciously looked at Si Chen.

Si Chen also frowned tightly and shook his head helplessly.

Song Yunhu and Mao Yuanchao have always been the leaders of Si Chen.

Seeing Si Chen's serious face, Song Yunhu didn't dare to say anything at that moment.

Zheng Zhi frightened a group of half-grown men, and then said this before letting them go:

"Since you are only digging illegally and have not yet conducted any transactions, it has not caused any substantial harm."

"It has been temporarily decided to let you go home and wait for the summons!"

After saying that, he waved his hand.

A group of 16 or 17-year-old boys ran away crying for their fathers and mothers.

Our country's Law on the Protection of Minors was proposed in 1980. After 12 years of repeated revisions, it was officially implemented in 1992.

It's now ninety years.

If they really sold this batch of bronzes, they would probably end up in prison immediately.

However, in the 1980s and 1990s, due to the lack of detailed legal restrictions, reselling of cultural relics was also very rampant!

How rampant can it be?

In the early 1980s, ancient tombs were accidentally discovered in many villages due to reasons such as digging ditches, building roads, and earthquakes.

Well, in that era of "breaking the four olds", the whole village would dig up the grave together.

Blatantly planing!

Just like Zheng Zhi led a team here, can you attack hundreds of people in a village?

They will unscrupulously dig graves, which are village graves.

You have few manpower, what can you do?

Whoever digs out the things in the tomb takes them away. Whether they can be sold for one yuan or five yuan depends entirely on luck and ability.

Later, in the 1990s, many people went to the countryside to "hunt for treasures" for antiques, and some of them were just these things.

What kind of folk heirlooms are there? How come there are so many heirlooms?

Of course, more people are too poor and have to embark on the road of tomb robbing.

Coupled with the difficulties faced by our country at that time, the protection of tombs was not so timely.

Many of the cultural relics that have been leaked out in large quantities cannot be recovered.

A hundred years ago, our country itself was in a state of war, and the great powers stole countless cultural relics from us.

Preliminary estimate is 10 million pieces!

Today, when I travel to Europe, I can see a large number of our cultural relics from the British Museum, Fontainebleau Palace, Louvre and other museums.

They knew clearly that they were looted, but they refused to return the cultural relics looted during the war to our country in accordance with international conventions.

Not only that, but when they learned that we wanted the state to recycle cultural relics, they wildly raised the price of the cultural relics and specially put them up for auction.

Every once in a while, they would put up one of our cultural relics for auction, which disgusted us.

The auction transaction price can easily reach hundreds of millions of yuan.

We have so many cultural relics lost overseas. Just imagine, how many billions would it cost?

Take a photo, it's obviously something left by our ancestors, but you have to pay a high price to buy it back.

I don’t want to take pictures, but I feel bad because it belongs to us!

The bitterness and suffering of those years, as well as the tumultuous years that followed, are all regretful when I think back on them.

…

Later, Zheng Zhi ordered all the bronzes in the small house to be taken to the county cultural relics bureau.

Mao Yiming personally called the province and requested that people be sent to conduct rescue excavations of the tombs here.

This year is destined to be uneventful!

night.

The three halls of the Si family will conduct a joint trial.

The whole family was there, Mao Yuanchao and Song Yunhu were kneeling on the ground, not daring to express their anger!

They had already been beaten again by their respective mothers.

It was winter, even though I was wearing thick clothes, my body was actually covered in bruises and my face was stained.

Mrs. Si sat cross-legged on the kang and asked:

"Who started first?"

Brothers in distress, they looked at each other and immediately acted like a dead Taoist friend rather than a poor Taoist——

"Grandma, it was Yunhu who asked me to call people to rob the tomb!"

"No, grandma, it was Yuan Chao who said he was short of money and needed a quick way to make money, so he went to rob the tomb!"

"Song Yunhu! You fart! It's obviously you who said it. You can contact buyers in Hong Kong Island. You especially like antiques!"

"Mao Yuanchao! You unfaithful person! You were the one who said you had no money! I even said I would lend you money, but you didn't want it, so you have to do something to make money with your own hands!"

While they were talking, the brothers and sisters struggled with each other again.

"Hey! Stop fighting, stop fighting!"

"Whatever you two are doing, let me go!"

The fifth aunt, Si Qiuju, and the sixth aunt, Si Xuemei, had to rush forward and struggle to pull away the calf they had given birth to.

"Kneel down for me!"

Mrs. Si roared, and the box gun in her hand clicked on the low stool on the kang.

Now, there's no more noise.

The fifth and sixth aunts all knelt down.

The sixth uncle Song Ci, whose legs went weak, also knelt down.

Mrs. Si wanted to say, Song Ci, get up, but——

The serious atmosphere was in place, and she had to endure these words.

"Old lady, I understand. Together, you two silly boys have been deceived!"

When Si Chen heard this, he immediately realized something was wrong.

The quick-thinking people in the room, such as Si Xueqin, also guessed something.

However, Mao Yuanchao and Song Yunhu did not understand the deeper meaning and were still blaming each other.

Si Chen couldn't stand it any longer, so he asked:

"Yunhu, I ask, you answer first."

"Ah?" Song Yunhu was stunned, then nodded: "Oh!"

"Brother, let me ask you, who is your friend who smuggled cultural relics to Hong Kong Island?" Si Chen actually had a clue in his heart.

"Brother Chen, don't say it so harshly. It's not smuggling, it's normal business."

As soon as Song Yunhu finished speaking, Si Xueqin slapped his son on the back of the head:

"Reply to your brother Chen! Stop whining about me!"

Song Ci was a dignified person, so he secretly pulled on his wife's sleeve.

Si Xueqin looked back with a look and came over fiercely:

"I asked you to discipline your son more often. Take a look, what happened to you?"

Mrs. Si was so angry that she slapped the table: "Si Xueqin, I've turned against you!"

"Is this how I teach you at home? Let you dominate in your husband's family?"

"Xiao Ci, get up. Disciplining your son is a matter for both of you. How can it be inappropriate for her to do this to you?"

Song Ci quickly said something nice to Xini: "Mom, Xueqin is also in a hurry. She is not like this usually, right?"

With that said, he crooked Si Xueqin with his elbow again.

"Yeah." Si Xueqin replied calmly.
Chapter completed!