Everyone entered the main house in the backyard, where the six sons lived. It could still be seen, but it was also very old.

The living room is not small, with a study room and dining room on both sides, a reception room in the middle, and two bedrooms at the back.

The Duobao Pavilion originally designed is still there, but the paint has been worn off.

I started in the study room and found out that the wall behind the bookshelf was empty.

Yang Xiuwen stepped forward and looked at the bookshelf carefully. The bookshelf stood against the wall, with a very small gap between it and the wall.

Soon he discovered that a partition on the bookshelf could be moved. He gently pushed it up with his hand, revealing a hidden compartment with a silk parcel inside. He carefully took it out.

Opening the silk cloth, there are four books, sewn with thread, blue leather and black characters. There is a compass under the four books, "Feng Shui Notes on Palace Architecture".

A glance from the sky reveals the Kangxi compass of the Qing Dynasty, made of gold inlaid with yellow pear.

Yang Xiuwen held it in his hand and looked at it carefully. It was about twenty centimeters in diameter. It might have been used frequently. The yellow huanghuali had turned dark red and was very oily.

The eight trigrams, heavenly stems, earthly branches, and almanac are extremely clear, and the pure gold guide in the middle is embedded in them, which is extremely noble.

Song Yi, Hu Yuan, and Zhang Jun all gathered around, and each of them gently picked up a notebook.

After opening it, various architectural drawings were clearly drawn on it, indicating the direction and good or bad luck, as well as the name of the building, Taihe Hall, Zhonghe Hall, Baohe Hall, Temple of Heaven...

Yang Xiuwen put down the compass and said to them, "These Feng Shui records are of high collection value and are testimony to the site selection of ancient Chinese buildings."

Then he pointed to the compass in his hand and said, "This compass has a history of three hundred years and is a rare royal compass."

Song Yi said happily, "Lao San, we have succeeded in our treasure hunt." He nodded.

Zhang Jun said with emotion, "The original homeowner was just sitting on the gold ingot begging for food." Hu Yuan nodded in agreement.

Yang Xiuwen packed the books and compass into the backpack he brought and continued to check the bookshelves.

With a gentle push of the hand, there was a click, and the bookshelf moved and slowly moved to the side, revealing a secret cabinet half the size of a bookshelf behind it.

Inside were two objects wrapped in waterproof paper, more than half a meter long, with thick mouths and covered with thick dust.

He said to the three of them, "Clean the table in the living room and move it over."

Then I took out one of them, dusted it off, and saw the words "Construction Diagram of Ancient Buildings for Imperial Use" written on it. I took out the other one and found that it was the same.

Song Yi and the others carried the folding table over.

Yang Xiuwen tore open the seal and found a roll of paper inside. It was slightly yellow in color. He slowly took it out and opened it on the table. The design of the ancient building, each rivet, tenon component, size, and dimensions were clearly drawn. Open it.

The other one, same thing.

Hu Yuan pointed to one of them and said, "Isn't this the Hall of Supreme Harmony?"

Song Yi even said exaggeratedly, "Lao San, this drawing is very precious, isn't it? How much can it sell for?"

Yang Xiuwen raised his head and looked at a few people and said, "It is precious, but it cannot be sold. This is the architectural drawing of the Chinese palace. It can only be handed over to the relevant departments. In the name of the four of us, there should be rewards, not too much. But

In the future, everyone will get extra points on their resumes when they join the workforce."

Several people were not stupid and understood the gold content in this. Zhang Jun patted him on the shoulder and said, "Lao San, I won't say anything anymore. Thank you." Song Yi and Hu Yuan did not speak, but the gratitude in their eyes was clear.

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Everyone carefully put the drawings into the original paper tube. Yang Xiuwen checked the bookshelf again with his celestial eye. After confirming that nothing was missing, he went to the living room. After scanning with his celestial eye, he found that there were also hidden compartments, as well as in the dining room, but not in the bedroom.

But he didn't plan to check anymore. The reason was that if there was another harvest, the mentality of several people would change, so after thinking about it, he might as well do it alone in a few days.

After briefly checking the living room and dining room, he said, "Brothers, no more, let's go to Jubaoxuan and deal with the drawings." After several people agreed, they began to retreat. When passing by the front yard, Yang Xiuwen glanced at it with his eyes as usual.

The side room filled with rotten wood suddenly stopped.

Handing the drawing in his hand to Zhang Jun, he quickly walked to the room filled with wood and examined it carefully.

Everyone looked at him in confusion. Song Yi said, "Lao San, what's so interesting about a pile of rotten wood?"

Yang Xiuwen ignored them and began to throw the wood away.

He was extremely shocked, and his heavenly eye reminded him of rosewood and golden nanmu.

Broken windows, broken door panels, broken wooden barrels, and the things at the bottom were slowly exposed.

A wooden stake that is thirty to forty centimeters high and twenty centimeters thick, and two or three wooden sticks that are about wrist-thick and about seventy or eighty centimeters thick.

He first found a piece of tattered towel on the ground and wiped it vigorously on the dusty and oily surface of the wooden pile. Metal-like lines appeared, and his heart beat very fast. This was golden nanmu.

After calming down, he picked up a wooden stick with gray skin and fine texture.

After rubbing the cross section, it turned purple red, and I could clearly see hair-like growth rings, red sandalwood.

He first picked up the golden nanmu and carried it out. Then he picked up three red sandalwood sticks and scanned the room. He also found a piece of red sandalwood that had been burned and had a length of forty centimeters. After checking that nothing was missing, he walked out.

Song Yi and the others looked at him silently, his face covered with gray, and seemed to need his explanation.
Chapter completed!