The batch of wine jars unearthed from Nuwa’s tomb, upon appraisal, should be ten thousand years old. Their patterns and sizes are exactly the same, and they are all completely empty.
Considering the surrounding settings, it seems as though someone drank all the wine when entering the tomb, not stopping until completely intoxicated.
Thus, ten thousand years later, only a pile of toppled empty jars remains.
This actually runs contrary to archaeological experience. In a real burial site, the wine jars wouldn’t be empty without reason. Rather, as Zuzi said, this is the Fu Xi Palace, which aligns more accurately with the origin of the wine jars — Fu Xi feasting in the palace, drinking all the wine.
Feng Tang was obsessively studying the wine jars that Zuzi "reimbursed" him with when suddenly, a casual discovery made him leap excitedly from his seat in shock—
"This wine jar, this wine jar has... real wine!"
As he observed the seal with a magnifying glass, an intoxicating fragrance of wine wafted out, and a drop of pale golden wine dripped onto his palm.
"Zuzi’s wine jars actually have wine, this can’t be possible, how could this be possible..."
Wine that has been preserved for ten thousand years is truly priceless, worth a hundredfold more than the jars themselves.
The old professor was as restless as an ant on a hot pan.
He clumsily hugged the wine jar, pacing in place.
After a while, he realized another even more shocking discovery: Zuzi’s wine jars not only contained wine, but their patterns and shapes were also more exquisite and delicate than those of previously discovered jars, dating back even further, at least from thirty to fifty thousand years ago.
It’s like Zuzi’s pair of wine jars are the original authentic ones, while the other jars from the "Fu Xi Palace" are merely imitations made from them...
No matter how beautiful a replica is, it pales in comparison when placed alongside the genuine article!
No wonder, Zuzi’s wine jars captivated him all night, an indescribable rarity.
It turns out the so-called counterfeit was what he dug up from the tomb.
The original authentic pieces were in Zuzi’s hands!
A counterfeit with ten thousand years of history still bows before an authentic piece with tens of thousands of years of history, calling it Ancestor!
Feng Tang’s excited tears burst forth: "I thought that security guard had broken my billion-dollar treasure, but I never expected that little girl to give me a trillion-dollar surprise in return!"
Once these wine jars are placed in the Imperial Antiques Museum, they are sure to be among the crown jewels of the collection.
Not to mention losing the bet and having to change his surname; he wouldn’t hesitate to call Zuzi Ancestor!
The old professor circled around the room incessantly, unable to stop.
Suddenly, a thought emerged.
"What could wine from tens of thousands of years ago taste like?"
"Me, old Feng... cough, me, old Ma will just taste a tiny drop, it shouldn’t count as damaging national artifacts..."
Feng Tang pitifully licked the seal of the wine jar, and instantly, his mind exploded as if magnificent fireworks, feeling like he was about to float away.
"The feeling of Chang Er flying to the moon must be ... Ah, Zuzi... I need to call and apologize to you..."
He blearily opened his phone, his fingers disobeying him, inadvertently opening up the news headline.
The news recently was all about the upcoming national ceremony.
Tonight’s headline was a rumor that Bao Gucheng, the iron-blooded General of the Empire, might personally attend the national ceremony’s medal ceremony.
A journalist had snapped a silhouette of him appearing at the President Residence.
"This man looks so familiar... No, wait, how is Zuzi’s security guard in the news?"
Feng Tang wanted a closer look.
The next second, his head tilted and he face-planted directly onto his phone, sleeping soundly...
Truly, one drop down!
Bao Gucheng got off the plane and headed straight to the cabinet meeting!
The elder statesmen of the cabinet were locked in fierce disputes over the list of 100 honorees for the medal ceremony, each trying to secure more spots for their own factions.
The door of the meeting room was kicked open with a bang.
A man, exuding an overwhelming aura of authority, strode in, his cold gaze sweeping across the room, and his thin lips parting like an avalanche, enunciating each word clearly—