Chapter 218: Museum Curator So Excited He Bursts Into Tears

After reading Xiao Moting's insights, Bai Wei could not help but smile.

"Xiao Moting, you really have a head for business! You're right, I was only thinking about selling high-end goods before and didn't consider practical issues."

"If you want to make more money, you have to start with the common people, who are the largest group."

"Although the rich have money, the things they use are limited; our biggest consumer group is the millions upon millions of common people in the Daliang Kingdom."

She put down the note and fell into deep thought.

What kind of goods would be good to sell in Daliang?

They must be cheap, affordable for all commoners, and something every household can use.

Small home appliances like televisions and fans are things the people of Daliang could use, and they would sell well.

But although these home appliances are convenient and useful, ancient Daliang has no electricity; only the Northern Frontier Camp has electricity, and the power provided by the solar power panels is limited. All the power, aside from one hour of street lighting every night, is used to charge various machines.

Skin creams, day creams, serums... ancient women could use these cosmetics, but in Daliang households, the status of women is too low, and many families are reluctant to spend money on their daughters.

Girls from poor families cannot afford them, and ordinary families are also reluctant to buy them for their daughters, not to mention women who have married into a husband's family; they have no status at all in their in-laws' home and can only swallow their anger. They never step out of their doors, staying in deep courtyards every day, so it is very difficult for them to use a box of cosmetics; it all depends on their husband's mood.

Just as Bai Wei was thinking about what to sell in Daliang, a loud knocking sound came from outside the door.

"Miss Bai Wei, we've come to see the Sweat-Blood Thousand-Li Horse."

Bai Wei, whose train of thought was interrupted, looked up at once.

It was the Museum Curator's voice!

She immediately stood up, ran out in two or three steps, and pulled open the Farm gate.

Standing at the entrance were the Museum Curator, Ye Lao, and Zhou Yuchuan.

Bai Wei was stunned for a moment, looked at Zhou Yuchuan, and blurted out, "Aren't you in Yanjing? How did you get back to Qingshan Village so quickly?"

"I finished my business in Yanjing," Zhou Yuchuan said with a smile. "There is still some work to be done on the excavation of the Prince of Zhenbei's tomb here, so I rushed back to work."

Ye Lao added with a smile from the side, "Professor Zhou only rushed back this morning. As soon as he returned to Qingshan Village, he went to the excavation site, getting covered in mud before he even had time to wash up."

"Professor Zhou truly loves archaeology," the Museum Curator also praised. "There aren't many young people nowadays who can settle down and do archaeology in the field. Little Zhou is truly excellent."

Zhou Yuchuan was wearing a white shirt and black trousers, with a construction site safety helmet on his head. There was a thin layer of sweat on his forehead, and he wore a pair of glasses on his handsome face.

Although his appearance was still handsome and refined, did he look like a young master from a wealthy family?

No one would believe it if they were told.

Looking at him, Bai Wei couldn't help but chuckle.

Just as she was about to speak, the image of Zhou Yanli suddenly appeared in her mind.

White clothes like snow, a stunningly beautiful face, and cold, madness surging in his peach-blossom eyes, making one tremble with fear...

The two faces overlapped in her mind.

Looking at the Zhou Yuchuan before her, Bai Wei could not help but shiver.

"What's wrong?" Zhou Yuchuan noticed the change in Bai Wei's expression and asked with concern, "You look like you're not feeling well."

He looked around and said, "The morning breeze is a bit chilly; are you underdressed? Old Qin, Old Ye, let's go inside to talk."

Bai Wei came back to her senses and quickly stepped aside to let them into the Farm.

Zhou Yuchuan is gentle and considerate, and treats her so well; how could he possibly be someone like Zhou Yanli?

As soon as they entered the Farm, the Museum Curator pulled Ye Lao, and both headed straight for the small grove.

"Let's go, let's go, hurry and see that Sweat-Blood Thousand-Li Horse."

"I have only ever seen such a horse in ancient books; I never expected that Bai Wei would actually have a live one here."

That Sweat-Blood Thousand-Li Horse was tethered by Bai Wei in the peach grove.

It was Yuan Canghai's mount, but upon arriving at the Farm and discovering there was grass to eat and water to drink, it was surprisingly content and soon got along well with the little red horse and Dahuang.

The Museum Curator saw the Sweat-Blood Thousand-Li Horse under the tree at a glance and was extremely excited.

"Yes, that's it!"

"This is an ancient pure-bred horse species that has been extinct for over a thousand years. I never imagined that in my lifetime, I would actually see it standing alive before me."

"This is truly wonderful; this is a living fossil."

In his excitement, the Museum Curator actually burst into tears.

Ye Lao was also very excited; he took out his phone and filmed the Sweat-Blood Thousand-Li Horse from all angles, sighing in admiration as he filmed.

"A vanished species, seeing the light of day again—this is simply a miracle in the biological world; it will definitely cause a sensation nationwide."

Zhou Yuchuan did not have as much interest in the Sweat-Blood Horse as the two elders; he stood to the side and smiled.

"Old Ye, Bai Wei already caused a sensation nationwide when she went to Yanjing to attend the Antique Exhibition last time."

Bai Wei smiled, a trace of relief emerging in her heart.

"Museum Curator, I still want to thank you for helping me issue a certificate last time, stating that all my antiques were donated to the museum."

"Otherwise, after returning to the village, I might have invited trouble."

An innocent man is guilty of his own treasure.

Otherwise, if others knew she possessed precious antiques worth tens or hundreds of billions, they would certainly have ideas.

Fortunately, antique collecting is a niche hobby, and the villagers don't usually like to look at antiques; even though the Yanjing Antique Exhibition had already spread abroad, there were still many villagers who knew nothing about it.

Otherwise, she feared the threshold of her Farm would be trampled flat by the villagers.

The Museum Curator circled the Sweat-Blood Thousand-Li Horse, looking it up and down, dancing with joy.

He looked up at Bai Wei.

"Miss Bai, are you selling this horse?"

"I am." Bai Wei nodded with a smile; she had sent the photos to the Museum Curator precisely because she intended to sell it.

The Museum Curator pondered for a moment.

"I intend to send it to the National Paleontology Research Center; on one hand, to protect it, and on the other, to study the ancient horse species."

"However, state institutions are different from private collectors, so the price for buying the horse might be lower than what you would get at an auction."

Bai Wei spoke readily, "It doesn't matter; I wouldn't even feel at ease selling this Sweat-blood Horse to a private collector."

After the last Antique Exhibition, she had seen many precious cultural relics scattered overseas and even being put on display by foreigners, which made her feel a pang of heartache.

These national treasures scattered overseas are all the wisdom and hard work of our predecessors; they clearly should be staying in the National Museum, receiving visits from later generations.

Yet, they cannot return home, drifting in foreign lands.

At that moment, Bai Wei made a decision in her heart.

From now on, as for the antiques she sells, as long as they are precious items, she will absolutely never sell them overseas.

As for those common porcelain cups and vases seen everywhere, those are fine.

Museum Curator was very moved, "Good, I will ask over there."

After speaking, he pulled Ye Lao aside to whisper for a long time, and then made several phone calls.

During the time they were making calls, Bai Wei walked in front of Zhou Yuchuan, took out the Handgun, and handed it to him.

"Professor Zhou, thank you for lending me the gun; it helped me a great deal last time."