It’s not nice to call him Pihuang, so I’ll call him Laopi.
"Boss! Here are eight plates of mutton dumplings!"
"They are all distinguished guests, so we must entertain them well!"
Lao Pi saw that my expression was wrong, so he laughed and called the boss to add more food.
He took one dumpling at a time and drank a big sip of Bingfeng. His mouth was full of oil.
"The idea is a bit tricky, do you know what it is?" I put down my chopsticks and asked.
"The king knows, of course he knows."
"Also, little brother, I, Pi Huang, value reputation the most. Let's put it this way. If something happens to me, I guarantee that you won't be found. One hundred thousand yuan is my fixed price. If you want to do it, I will take you to see something later.
"Son, it's okay if you don't do it. After this meal, we can go both ways and we will still be good friends in the future."
Looking back now, I thought his words were polite and didn't take them too seriously.
Never thought about it.
Just three years later, in 2006, Lao Pi was caught robbing a tomb on a mountain in a small county in the north of Fufeng. There were eight people in total, and Lao Pi was sentenced to ten years. Originally, he should have been eating Wo Wo Tou for 16 years.
As a result, in February 2014, Lao Pi was released on medical parole due to injuries.
He first made his fortune in Fufeng, Shaanxi. After he came out in 2014, the local Chinese Business News reported on him. At the same time, Mr. Guo Jianming, the then president of the Baoji Cultural and Creative Association, wanted to interview Lao Pi to write a short documentary. Later,
I don’t know if I have written it or not.
President Guo, if you haven’t written it, I will simply say it.
Fufeng and Qishan in Shaanxi were famous bronze distribution centers at the time. In 1996, Lao Pi dug up a bronze drinking cup from the Fufeng Brick Factory and sold it for 5,000 yuan. This money covered the local salary for several years.
The millennium, from 2000 to 2003, was formerly known as the "Three Crazy Three Years" among Shaanxi tomb robbers.
The real situation at that time was not only tomb robbers, but also local farmers in Xi'an who often dug holes in the fields to find tombs, and they were all very courageous.
Statistics show that in 2002, a total of There are 334 ancient tombs, which means that new ancient tombs are discovered almost every day. There are more people underground than above ground. Dozens of ancient tombs can be dug out by just building a subway line.
Lao Pi first started by robbing tombs, then became a gangster (matching people from Hong Kong and Beijing), and finally sold some things. He brought animals to the Qinling Zoo just as a cover-up. In fact, his personal savings at the time, I estimate, were 200 yuan.
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I should have been in Lijiang in 2006. At that time, I heard that Lao Pi suddenly went in to eat steamed buns. I was scared for a while, thinking that this old boy wouldn't call me in to accompany him, right?
In the end, nothing happened. What Lao Pi said at the beginning was indeed what he said.
After he came out, people in the industry were still willing to give him food, but his wife wouldn't let him do it (his daughter-in-law, Lao Pi, was 16 years old), so Lao Pi peacefully planted several acres of apple trees at home, and finally last year
Died in July.
I want to ask what you think about doing archaeological work in Xi'an.
Director Luo, who was the director of the Zhou Yuan Museum at the time, said angrily: "The next door is numb, and every time it comes, it is a step late. There are holes everywhere. A bunch of grandchildren, Pi Weiwu is a big cancer, and he should be dead."
"Pi Wei Wu" refers to three people at that time.
I have dealt with Pi Huang from Fufeng, Lao Wei from Lin County, and Lao Wu from Xi'an. They are all from the Northern Sect.
After eating dumplings and mutton steamed buns, I made up my mind that if we don't enter the tiger's den, we won't catch the tiger's cubs. I decided to let Lao Pi take us to "see something" first.
At that time, Xi'an's night market was full of roadside stalls, and in winter there were stalls selling cold skin on the roadside. Brother Yu drove us and followed the pickup truck, and we arrived at the place in about two hours.
When I got out of the car and saw the police station less than a hundred meters away, my right eyelid twitched, wondering if it was a disaster.
"That's the two-story building," Lao Pi said, pointing to the two-story building across the street.
There is a colored steel tile standing at the door of the two-story building.
The word "Winehouse" was written in red pen on the colored steel tiles.
This place sells alcohol.
Seeing the bright lights upstairs, I asked Lao Pi: "If there are still people living here, how can you be sure that there is a Tang tomb?"
"You're looking down on me, aren't you?"
"Brother, let me tell you, in our Xi'an, if you sometimes poop in the toilet, you might be able to poop out into an ancient tomb."
Lao Pi pointed to the wine shop in the distance and whispered: "The elders of this family came from Shandong and have settled in Xi'an for more than 40 years. In the early years, they sold Xifeng and Taibai. In the past two years, they mainly make their own wine.
Packaged and sold in bulk.”
Seeing that I was listening, Lao Pi continued: "What he later sold was a small variety of Maotai-flavored liquor from Shandong. This liquor is called "Backward Walking". Two things are necessary to brew this kind of local liquor."
??
"One is mosquitoes, and the other is Huangnijiao."
Lao Pi explained to me: "Brother, this is brewed backwards. The mosquito used is the same as Moutai. The yeast needs to be fermented with Qu mosquito. This is Huangnijiao. His family hired it three months ago.
People dig new yellow mud pits, and my old cousin is one of the workers digging the pits. Look what this thing is."
As he spoke, he touched it from his arms and an instant noodle bag appeared like a magic trick.
Open the instant noodle bag and find a handful of soil inside.
I smelled it and turned it over with my hands.
It's whitish and sticky to the hands, it's living clay white paste.
"Is there any more?" I said that based on this alone, we cannot conclude that it is a Tang tomb. Song tombs and Liao tombs also have this kind of white plaster mud.
"Haha" Lao Pi smiled mysteriously and said, "Take a closer look."
"How can we take a closer look at this?"
I stretched out my hand and pulled twice, and suddenly I hit a hard object. Pick it out with your fingers and look at the street light.
It is a piece of colorful pottery.
I frowned and said: "Tang Sancai?"
Lao Pi smiled and said: "Yes, this thing has always been used as a funerary vessel. Not only this piece, but hundreds of pieces were dug out at that time. The owner of the house happened to not see it, so my cousin put it away. According to my inference, that
The yellow mud used for fermentation was only two meters deep, so it was probably just a burial pit."
Looking at the police not far away, I didn't want to take any risks.
Why?
Because ordinary Tang Sancai is not valuable at this time, and Tang Sancai such as bowls, plates, and jars only costs a few thousand yuan.
At that time, there were only two types of Tang Sancai that were valuable in the trade. One was the tricolor horse, which could not be broken-legged, and the other was called "three-color plus blue" by people in the trade.
Generally, Tang Sancai is yellow, white, and green, and a few of them are "yellow, white, and blue."
This kind of blue is not blue and white, the whole thing is black and black. The number of Tang Sancai items with blue added is much smaller, and each one can be sold for 6 figures.
If it is a pottery horse with three colors and blue color, it will be more expensive.
But the chance of encountering this kind of thing is relatively low.
"What do you think, brother? Can you do this for 100,000 yuan?"
I thought about it carefully again and felt that if the Tang tomb underneath was a new pot, it would not be a big problem to protect the capital. As for how much I could earn, I would have to wait until I dug it out. Besides, this time I was testing my head. How could I
Put down the stall.
I nodded and said, "Okay, then 10, deal."
"Ah, so happy! I just like your temper, brother! Let me talk if anything happens in the future."
That's it, that night.
Less than a hundred meters away from the entrance of Xi'an Chonghuang Police Station.
