At around ten o'clock that night, Brother Yu drove the truck back.
Things turned out as I thought. Lao Luo didn't lift the raincloth to look into the mud cellar during the day, and our hole was not discovered.
Tonight is the finishing work, two things.
The first is to check whether there are any good things in the brick tomb, and the second is to backfill the robber hole with soil and do a good job in the aftermath.
After checking the battery level of the walkie-talkie, they all took their places and waited for more than two hours. Xiaoxuan reported that Lao Luo and the others had fallen asleep.
Gently pushing open the door of the wine shop, we got in quietly.
After removing the bricks, lifting the raincloth, and lowering the rope ladder along the hole, Bean Sprout put on his headlamp and began to climb down.
In line with the principle of not stealing anything empty, Dou Sprout filled another sack with items. I took a look and saw that they were all broken porcelain pieces and pottery figures, 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. There's no golden bowl. I'll pay you, Fengzi." .??.
"Forget it if it's gone. Hurry up and fill it with soil."
"receive."
"Xiaoxuan, is there anything going on over there?"
"No, they're all asleep."
"Xiaomi, how's it going outside?"
"Brother Feng is normal, no one is passing by."
Work quickly.
Before four o'clock in the morning, the hole was backfilled. We leveled the ground and carefully spread a layer of fine soil.
"Take care of the guys and call it a day."
At eight o'clock in the morning, Brother Yu bought five cups of soy milk in the hotel room.
There were several empty sacks thrown on the floor of the hotel, and a pile of things were placed on the ground.
Most of them are pottery people, there are a few small animals made of gray pottery, five black-glazed oil lamps from the Tang Dynasty, a white-glazed jade pot and spring vase with a broken neck, which may be from the Jiexiu kiln in Shanxi, and the rest is just a pile of
I didn't see any pottery fragments or even a complete Tang Sancai.
The tomb in Jiufang covers an area of more than 20 square meters. The owner of the tomb should have been a slightly wealthy middle class in the Tang Dynasty. Why are there so many pottery figurines buried with him? I guess it may be the hobby of the tomb owner during his lifetime, or it may be that the owner of the tomb was a
Do this.
We are not archaeologists, these are not important. What is important is that we spent 100,000 to buy this point on Lao Pi's hand. Whether we made money or not, that is the most important thing.
In addition to backfilling, the most important thing for tomb robbers who want to finish their work without being discovered in barren mountains and wild mountains is to sell the stolen goods quickly and replace them with After making money, leave far away so that no one notices you.
In Xi'an at that time, there was a way to sell such black goods, and there were people who specially collected them.
The Baxian Palace cultural relics market opened in 1993 and reached its peak in 2002. Later, the Zhongbei Antique City and Xiaodongmen Antique City on Zhuque Road were opened one after another. The ghost market is a major feature of the local cultural relics market. Many people visit the ghost market.
I made a fortune in the market.
The Panjiayuan Ghost Market is open from 4 a.m. to 7:30 a.m. on Saturdays. The market does not care about the market. Stalls are set up casually and no one comes to collect fees. The north gate opens at 8 a.m. at this time, and stall owners cannot set up their stalls when they come.
At that time, the Eight Immortals Palace Ghost Market was open from 1 am to 5:30 am. Lao Pi was not very interested in the pottery figurines. He introduced that he could go to the Eight Immortals Palace Ghost Market and find a dealer nicknamed "Chi San Tong". Lao Pi said Chi
Even the Terracotta Warriors and Horses would dare to collect such things in the three links.
I said, Lao Pi, just give me that person’s phone number and that’s it.
Lao Pi said, "No, Xiang Bantou. I can't talk to that person either. You have to run away by yourself."
I couldn't help scolding Lao Pi: "What did you say you were selling? It's a bunch of junk stuff and not a single piece of gold. We were damn near arrested."
Lao Pi kept saying sorry on the phone.
In fact, I heard it, and he must have been very happy. He was glad that he sold me some and didn't do it himself.
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I initially wanted to make some pottery figures with missing arms and legs, but later found that it was too troublesome. Xiaomi helped me. She had learned crafts from Uncle Liao and had research in this field.
Different glues are used to repair bronzes, porcelain, and pottery. Xiaomi used AAA glue and mixed it with another kind of glue to make a special slow-drying glue for repairing pottery figures.
502 will definitely not work. The arms and legs of the clay pottery people need to be constantly adjusted. Sometimes the left hand is stained on the right hand. It has to be taken off and re-glued. After fixing, you have to wait 24 hours.
If there is still something wrong after 24 hours, Xiaomi will use a transparent liquid to brush the liquid. This liquid is actually acetone. The restrictions were not strict at that time. You can buy it in small buckets in some hardware raw material stores in Xi'an. It should not be sold now.
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After Xiaomi glued a dozen pottery figures, I packed two samples into my backpack and went to the Baxian Palace Cultural Relics Market to catch the night market that night.
Shaanxi is a major province of cultural relics, and Xi'an is the distribution center for cultural relics in Shaanxi. The Eight Immortals Palace was the largest ghost market at that time, and the cultural relic dealers there often came from all over the world.
At night I called Douyazai, and he got under the quilt and covered himself tightly, except for his head.
Dou Yazi whispered: "Hey, Fengzi, I'm too old. It's too cold outside. My arms hurt and my body feels uncomfortable. I probably have a cold. You can ask Brother Yu to go."
I said it’s fine if you don’t go, I won’t give you a penny if I sell the things.
Dou Sprout instantly got up and put on his pants.
At around two o'clock in the evening, I carried my backpack to the Baxian Palace Antique Market.
It was still dark at this time, and many people came in and out holding flashlights and talking to each other.
"So many people."
Dou Sprout took pictures everywhere with his flashlight.
"Hey, Fengzi, look, there are terracotta warriors and horses on that stall, they are real or fake."
I'm serious, go buy it.
The bean sprouts really went there.
"Boss, why are your terracotta warriors and horses so small? How can you sell them?"
The stall owner looked up at the bean sprouts, yawned and said, "It's not expensive, eight hundred million."
Dou Sprout was very happy and asked him what the lowest price was.
The stall owner smiled and said: "If you really want it, give me 40 yuan. Buy five and get one free."
I walked up to him and took out fifty yuan, "Just wrap it up and buy one so you don't have to look for it anymore."
The stall owner was stunned, took the money with a smile and kicked it into his pocket.
"Tell me what you want to know."
I nodded: "Let me ask you about a man named Chi Santong."
"Are you looking for Sister Chi?" the stall owner said in surprise.
"Sister Chi? Female?" I always thought she was an old man.
"Go forward a hundred meters and turn left from the public toilet. There is a copperware shop on the right. The stall in front of the copperware shop is Sister Chi's."
"I mean brother." The stall owner looked around and whispered: "I see you are carrying a bag, do you want to put some goods away? I can also collect it, take it out and take a look."
"No, I was just asking."
Lao Pi asked me to find Chi Santong, which means that this person is reliable. I don't dare to let others see my things casually.
Using a flashlight, I followed the path he pointed. As soon as I turned the corner, I suddenly saw a crowd in front of me. Multiple people.
When I went over and took a look, it became clear that the man setting up the stall I had seen two days ago was the man who was bullied in the bathhouse. I don’t know his real name, but I heard others call him the poet of Xi’an.
"5 yuan, you can write or not."
"I said, the minimum is 10 yuan. If you don't buy it, you can leave."
"I'll give you another dollar, six dollars. If you don't want to do it, I'm leaving. Don't call me when I leave."
There was a table propped up in front of this man, with white paper and brushes on the table, and an old battery connected to a light bulb for lighting.
I saw that his expression was a little hesitant.
"Okay, 6 yuan, 6 yuan, whatever you want to write."
"Damn it, you're really planning to write it. I'm kidding you. I can buy two kilograms of pork for 6 yuan. Isn't it delicious? Haha."
The crowd watching the excitement burst into laughter.
The man's hand holding the brush gently put it down again.
At this time, a young girl gave me ten yuan and asked her to write a few words for me. The girl was wearing a bunny hat and cotton headphones, and her face was red from the cold.
He took the money and asked what to write as usual.
The girl said it doesn't matter, just write a few words or a poem. I'm just curious and want to take a look.
The man nodded, smoothed his sleeves, wetted the brush and paused for a moment.
I'm watching in the crowd.
Strangely, he suddenly looked at me and smiled.
The pen moved quickly and penetrated the back of the paper. He immediately splashed the ink and wrote a poem.
"The drunken life returns to a dream."
"A lifetime of hard work goes unpaid."
"Reducing talents regardless of style."
"Xi'an nobleman Xiang Yunfeng."
The last word "peak" in this poem, the last vertical stroke, is drawn very long, like a straight sword thrust into the paper, and the momentum is astonishing.
"Xiang Yunfeng? My name?"
"He knows me?"
Before I could react, he rolled up the written calligraphy and handed it to me. He smiled and said, "Let's call it "Xi'an Poet Qin Huaihu Presents Xiang Yunfeng."
"You. You are?"
"you know me?"
The man shook his head and smiled: "I don't know you, but someone knows you. I am entrusted by others."
