Beipai Tomb Raiders Notes

At around ten o'clock that night, Brother Yu drove the truck back.

Things developed as I thought. Lao Luo didn't lift the rain cloth to see the mud cellar during the day, and our robbery hole was not found.

Tonight is the finishing touches, two things.

One is to check whether there are any good things in the brick tomb, and the other is to backfill the robbery hole and do a good job in the aftermath.

After checking the power of the walkie-talkie, and waiting for more than two hours after everyone got their seats, Xiaoxuan reported that Lao Luo and the others had fallen asleep.

Gently pushing open the door of the winery, a few of us sneaked in lightly.

He removed the bricks, lifted the rain cloth, and lowered the rope ladder along the cave, and Bean Sprout put on his headlamp and began to climb down.

Bean Sprouts filled another sack with things based on the principle of not leaving empty space. I took a look and saw that they were all broken pieces of porcelain and pottery figurines, with missing arms and legs. There seemed to be two black pottery oil lamps. I didn't have time to take a closer look.

"There's nothing left, no golden bowl, I'm sorry, Fengzi."

"It's fine if it's gone, hurry up and fill in the soil."

"receive."

"Xiaoxuan, is there anything wrong with you?"

"No, they're all asleep."

"Xiaomi, how is it outside?"

"Brother Feng, no one is passing by."

Catch work quickly.

It was less than four o'clock in the morning, and the hole was backfilled. We leveled the ground and carefully paved another layer with fine soil.

"Clean up guys and call it a day."

......

At eight o'clock in the morning, in the hotel room, brother Yu bought five cups of soy milk.

A few empty sacks were thrown on the floor of the hotel, and a pile of things lay on the ground.

Most of them are pottery people, there are a few small animals burned in gray pottery, five black glazed oil lamps from the Tang Dynasty, a white glazed jade pot spring bottle with its neck missing, which may be from Shanxi Jiexiu Kiln, and the rest is a pile For the pottery pieces, I have not seen a complete Tang Sancai.

The area of ​​the tomb in Jiufang is more than 20 square meters. The owner of the tomb should be a slightly affluent middle class in the Tang Dynasty. Why are there so many pottery figurines buried with him? this one.

We are not archaeologists, these are unimportant, what is important is that it cost 10 yuan to buy the spot in Laopi's hand, whether we earned it or not, this is the most important thing.

Except in the barren mountains and wild mountains, the tomb robbers want to avoid being discovered after finishing their work. In addition to backfilling, the most important thing is to sell the stolen goods as soon as possible, exchange them for money and leave far away, so that no one will notice.

In Xi'an at that time, there was a way to sell this kind of illegal goods, and some people specially collected them.

Baxiangong cultural relics market was opened in 93, and reached its peak in 02. Later, Zhongbei Antique City on Zhuque Road and Xiaodongmen Antique City opened one after another. The ghost market is a major feature of the local cultural relics market. The market made a fortune.

The Panjiayuan Ghost Market runs from 4 am to 07:30 am on Saturdays. The market doesn’t care, just set up stalls casually, and no one comes to charge. The north gate opens at [-] am. At this time, stall owners can’t set up when they come.

At that time, the ghost market of Baxiangong was from 05 am to 30:[-] in the morning. Lao Pi was not very interested in pottery figurines. He introduced that he could go to the ghost market of Baxiangong and find a dealer nicknamed "Chi Santong". Lao Pi said late Even the terracotta warriors and horses dare to accept such things as three links.

I said, Lao Pi, just give me the phone number of that person and it's over.

Lao Pi said: "No way, Mr. Xiang, I can't talk to that person, you have to run away by yourself."

I couldn't help scolding Lao Pi: "You said you sold something, a bunch of junk, not a single piece of gold, we were almost fucking caught."

Lao Pi kept saying sorry on the phone.

In fact, I could hear it, he must be very happy in his heart, thankful that he sold some to me and didn't do it himself.

.........

At first I wanted to fight those pottery figures with missing arms and legs, but later I found it was too troublesome. It was Xiaomi who helped me. She had learned the craft from Liao Bo and had research on this aspect.

Repairing bronzes, porcelain, and pottery requires different glues. Xiaomi used AAA glue to mix another glue, and made a special slow-drying glue for repairing pottery figures.

502 definitely won’t work. The clay potter’s arms and legs need to be constantly adjusted. Sometimes the left hand is stuck to the right hand. It needs to be removed and glued again. After fixing it, it takes 24 hours.

If it is still found to be sticky after 24 hours, Xiaomi will use a transparent potion to brush. This potion is actually acetone. At that time, the restrictions were not strict. You can buy small barrels in some hardware raw material stores in Xi’an, and they should not be allowed to sell now. .

Xiaomi glued a dozen pottery figurines, and I packed two samples in my backpack, and that night I went to the Baxiangong Cultural Relics Market to catch the night market.

Shaanxi is a large province of cultural relics, and Xi'an is also the distribution center of cultural relics in Shaanxi. The Eight Immortals Palace was the largest ghost market at that time, and the cultural relics dealers there often came from all over the world.

In the evening, I called Douyazai, and he got under the covers and covered himself tightly, only his head was leaking out.

Bean Sprout said in a low voice, "Hey, Fengzi, I'm getting old, it's too cold outside, my arm hurts, and my body is also uncomfortable. I must have caught a cold. Tell Brother Yu to go."

I said it's okay if you don't go, and I won't give you a penny if you sell something.

Bean Sprouts instantly got up and put on his pants.

At two o'clock in the evening, I went to the Baxiangong Antique Market with my backpack on my back.

It was still dark at this time, and many people came in and out holding flashlights and whispering to each other.

"So many people."

Bean Sprouts took a flashlight and took photos everywhere.

"Hey, Fengzi, look, there are terracotta warriors and horses on the stall, it's real or not."

I mean seriously, go buy it.

The bean sprouts really went.

"Boss, why are your terracotta warriors so small? How do you sell them?"

The stall owner looked up at Bean Sprouts, yawned and said, "It's not expensive, eight hundred million."

Bean Sprouts was overjoyed and said the minimum.

The stall owner smiled and said, "If you really want it, give me 40 yuan. Buy five and get one free."

I went to the front and took out 50 yuan, "Pack it up, buy one, you don't have to look for it."

The stall owner was stunned, smiled and took the money and kicked it into his pocket.

"Tell me, what do you want to know?"

I nodded: "Ask you about a man named Chi Santong."

"Are you looking for Miss Chi?" the stall owner asked in surprise.

"Sister Chi? A woman?" I always thought it was an old man.

"Go forward for 100 meters, turn left in the public toilet, and there is a bronzeware shop on the right. The stall in front of the bronzeware shop belongs to Miss Chi."

"I said brother..." The stall owner looked around and said in a low voice: "I see you are carrying a bag, do you want to release the goods? I can take it too, take it out and have a look."

"No, I'm just asking casually."

Lao Pi asked me to look for Chi Santong, which means that this person is reliable, and I don't dare to show my things to others casually.

With the flashlight on, I walked along the road he pointed out. Just as I turned the corner, I suddenly saw a lot of people surrounded in front of me.

It became clear when I went over and saw the person who set up the stall two mornings ago. He was the one who was bullied in the bathhouse. I don’t know his real name. He was called Xi’an poet by others.

"5 yuan, you can write or not."

"I said, the minimum is 10 yuan, you can leave if you don't buy it."

"I'm adding one yuan to you, 6 yuan, don't do it, I'm leaving, don't call me when I'm leaving."

A table was propped up in front of this person, and on the table was a brush with white paper and an old battery connected to a light bulb for lighting.

I saw some hesitation on his expression.

"Okay, 6 yuan is 6 yuan, what do you want to write."

"Fuck, you're really going to write, just kidding, isn't it good to buy two catties of pork for 6 yuan, haha."

The crowd watching the excitement suddenly roared with laughter.

The man's hand holding the brush was gently lowered again.

At this time, a young girl gave ten yuan and said to write a few words for me. The girl was wearing a rabbit hat and cotton earphones, and her face was flushed from the cold.

He took the money and asked what to write as usual.

The girl said whatever you want, you can write a few words or a poem. I am just curious and want to see it.

The man nodded, smoothed his sleeves, and paused for a moment after wetting the brush.

I look in the crowd.

Strangely, he suddenly looked at me and smiled.

The pen was like a dragon and a snake, and the force pierced the back of the paper. He immediately wrote a poem with a splash of ink.

"Fusheng gets drunk and goes back to his dreams."

"A lifetime of hard work without reward."

"Let's drop talents without sticking to one pattern."

"Xiang Yunfeng, a nobleman from Xi'an."

The last word "Feng" in this poem is a vertical stroke, and the stroke is very long, like a straight sword inserted on the paper, the momentum is astonishing.

"Xiang Yunfeng? My name?"

"He knows me?"

Before I could fully react, he rolled up the written words and handed them to me, and said with a smile: "The name should be "Xi'an Poet Qin Huaihu Presents Xiang Yunfeng"."

"You... are you?"

"you know me?"

The man shook his head and said with a smile: "I don't know you, but someone knows you. I was entrusted by someone."

"because......"

"You're going to be in trouble."