"Then mine is fake."

Lin Hao probably understood - of course this tea cup is an antique, but it is just an antique that has not experienced the precipitation of time. Strictly speaking, it is still a fake.

But the value of cultural relics lies in the study of ancient culture. From this aspect, its value seems to be higher than real cultural relics - maybe there are still fingerprints of Wang Yuan's family members on it.

At this time, Lin Hao thought of another thing: "Second uncle, did you not use money to buy things in the Song Dynasty?"

"Well, ordinary people don't use it."

"It's really not necessary?...Then the silver from the Song Dynasty can only be used for decorations, right?" Lin Hao suddenly realized that the things on TV were still not very credible.

"No, there was silver in the Song Dynasty, but historically, silver has been the main currency in circulation, starting from the Ming Dynasty." Lin Hansheng explained -

It turns out that although silver had begun to circulate in the Song Dynasty, its scope was very limited. The payment of silver was mainly used for foreign economic exchanges.

Because most of the countries that had economic relations with the Song Dynasty used silver, the Northern Song Dynasty was in conflict with the Liao and Xixia regimes. In order to maintain peace on the northern border, they continued to pay tribute of silk and silver to the Liao and Xia Dynasties.

Not only that, the imperial court also began to use silver when distributing official salaries and military pay, but silver was still very limited in daily transactions among the people.

It was not until the Ming Dynasty that ordinary people began to use silver as currency.

After saying this in one breath, Lin Hansheng asked again: "Do you know what it means to be entangled?"

Lin Hao instantly thought of the middle-aged Taoist priest from Wang Yuan's family: "You know, wrapping copper coins around your waist, 'coiling' and 'coiling' again, so it's called coiling."

"Not bad, I still know these things."

Lin Hansheng was a little surprised and asked: "Where did you get this tea cup?"

"I bought it from the antique street for thirty yuan. As you said, if I find something good, I'll buy it back for you."

Lin Hao lied and asked again: "By the way, where is that photo? Have you found anything through research?"

"It was stolen." Lin Hansheng looked depressed.

It turned out that he had been researching at home for two or three days with no results, so he sent the photo back to the bureau, but it was stolen the next day.

"Okay, uncle, I'm going home first."

Things are getting weirder and weirder, and Lin Hao has no clue. The only thing he can do now is to improve his cultivation as much as possible, because only in this way can he be in a more advantageous position in the upcoming troubles.

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After returning home, Lin Hao practiced all night until dawn, when he achieved a breakthrough.

The second level of Qi refining period.

Fortunately, he didn't rush to take action in the world of Xianxia. Although he and the ghost cultivator from Wang Yuan's family were both at the first level of Qi refining stage, he had no experience in fighting with monks and didn't know how to use magic. He could only use his magic power to fight.

In fact, the odds of winning are not great.

But it was different after breaking through to the second level. If he faced the ghost cultivator again now, he would be sure of victory.

At nine o'clock, Lin Hao was asleep in a daze. Xia Mo called and said that he was downstairs and was going to pick him up and go to the TV station with him.

"Haozi, you seem a little whiter today than yesterday? Haha! Could it be that you put on makeup specially for recording the show?"

"Nonsense, focus on driving."

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At the entrance of the TV station, Lin Hao and Xia Mo met another doctor from the Fifth Hospital who was recording the program - Lin Xuexia from the emergency department.

Lin Xuexia is tall and sweet-looking. She is already an attending physician before she reaches thirty years old. She can be called a role model among the young doctors in the Fifth Hospital.

She was neither friendly nor distant towards people. After greeting them politely, she looked at her cell phone alone.

Lin Hao and Xia Mo didn't go over to strike up a conversation either. One didn't have this habit, the other just wanted to belong.

After another ten minutes, the official recording of the program began.

——This is a group interview program newly prepared by Jiangcheng TV. In each episode, two groups of young guests, three of each group, will be invited to talk about their journey of realizing their dreams.

In this issue, in addition to inviting doctor guests from Lin Hao's side, there is also a group of Internet writers.

All three are emerging writers from the industry's leading.asxs.Chinese website. Coincidentally, all three writers are women.

The recording process is a bit boring, and there is no audience at the scene. If the host feels that the guest's answer is not ideal or not topical, he will start over again.

The only interesting thing was that Xia Mo discovered that the tallest of the three female writers seemed to be interested in Lin Hao: "Haozi, look, she's looking at you again."

"Shut up, I'm filming you."

"Hey! I think she's pretty, but the makeup is a little too heavy."

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At two o'clock in the afternoon, the recording of the program was completed. Lin Xuexia said hello to the two of them and left alone.

Lin Hao and Xia Mo were also about to leave. At this moment, the latter suddenly lowered his voice and winked: "Haozi, she's here, she's here..."

"Who?"

Lin Hao subconsciously turned around and saw the tall female writer walking over.

She glared at Lin Hao and said reproachfully: "Lin Hao, don't you remember me?"

After speaking, he took off the wig on his head, and his voice seemed to be rougher: "Me, Zhao Dazhu."

puff--

Lin Hao and Xia Mo almost spit out blood.

Zhao Dazhu is the son of his second uncle's neighbor. He is the same age as Lin Hao. He had a fever during his voice-changing period and burned his throat, so his voice was a bit high-pitched, and it sounded more like a female voice.

But how did you become a woman?

"haven't seen you for a long time."

Lin Hao glared at Xia Mo who was suppressing a smile: "Go and wait for me in the car."

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"Are you a psychiatrist now?" Zhao Dazhu asked after Xia Mo left.

"Hmm." Lin Hao's eyes wandered. He did not discriminate against the cross-dressing men, but he was so familiar with Zhao Dazhu that he was afraid he would laugh.

"Can you help me? I'm going crazy!" Zhao Dazhu told the whole story hysterically.

——It turns out that Zhao Dazhu’s book became popular within a few months of writing it. The best-seller list remains high, and there is a constant stream of rewards. But he only has one pair of hands. He originally planned to reward 10,000.asxs.coins, so he added one update.

As a result, I owed more than five hundred chapters.

He didn't want to break his trust with readers. Later, a reader named Mo Ming in the book club gave him an idea:

If not, just wear women's clothing.

Zhao Dazhu hesitated for two days and agreed.

And this is also the beginning of his nightmare.

Since then, he has fallen in love with women's clothing, but he still knows that this kind of behavior is wrong, so he usually tries to restrain himself and wears it secretly alone.

But when he came to record the show today, with the encouragement of his book friends, he half-heartedly agreed.

The most troublesome thing for him is that he seems to really enjoy dressing up as a woman in front of others.

"Lin Hao, what disease do I have? Am I abnormal? Split personality?" Zhao Dazhu asked worriedly.
Chapter completed!