Mang Mountain, also known as Bei Mang Mountain, is located to the north of Luo City, the boundary of Henan Province. It is the remnant of the Qinling Mountains. Its main peak is Cuiyun Peak. The trees on the peak are lush and green, and the scenery is extremely beautiful.
Beimang Mountain is majestic, with deep water and thick soil. The water of Yi and Luo passes through Luo City from west to east. It is surrounded by mountains and rivers, which coincides with the ancient Feng Shui theory of "resting on the mountain and pedaling on the river".
Moreover, the soil layer 5-15 meters below the surface of Bei Mang Mountain has low water permeability, good bonding performance, and the soil is hard and dense. Therefore, Mang Mountain has been regarded as a geomantic treasure land for funeral and burial burials since ancient times.
Since the 11th year of Jianwu in the Later Han Dynasty, King Liu Zhi of Chengyang was buried in Beiman Mountain. Later, many princes, princes and ministers chose this cemetery. Even the king of Baekje in the Korean Peninsula chose Mang Mountain as his burial place after he died in a foreign land.
Burial place.
As the saying goes: "Born in Suzhou and Hangzhou, buried in Beimang". It all comes from this. Beimang Mountain has been the cemetery of Luoyang people since the Eastern Han Dynasty. Lu Buwei, Prime Minister of the Qin Dynasty, Empress Chen of the Southern Dynasty, Empress Li of the Southern Tang Dynasty, Sima Clan of the Western Jin Dynasty,
The original mausoleum of Emperor Guangwu of Han Dynasty Liu Xiu, the tombs of Tang Dynasty poet Du Fu, the great calligrapher Yan Zhenqing and other famous people in the past.
Since Beimang Mountain has been a treasured land for ghost houses since ancient times, many myths and stories have incorporated it into it. The so-called Ghost King of Mang Mountain in many novels refers to Mang Mountain.
Of course, Mang Mountain was also the place that suffered the most serious disasters. Cao Cao's captain Mo Jin in the Three Kingdoms and later warlords raised military funds and all set their sights on the rich grave goods in the tombs at the foot of Bei Mang Mountain.
Therefore, for thousands of years, the entire Beimang Mountain has been visited by tomb robbers many times, and the corpses of emperors and generals have been thrown into the wild. I wonder whether the ancient Feng Shui masters would have thought of the remains of emperors when they visited Kanyu tombs.
How miserable are we today?
Zhang Daniu's family is in a small village at the foot of Beimang Mountain. Due to frequent droughts and little rain, it is difficult to feed the family just by farming. Therefore, most of the young and middle-aged people in the village go out to work, and those who stay in the village,
They all set their minds on Beimang Mountain.
There are thousands of tombs of emperors and generals. No matter how clean the ancients excavated, there are still fish that have slipped through the net. Although the Beimang Tomb Protection Group has been established, there are still many night workers in the dead of night.
"Xiaozhuang, stop the car on the slope ahead..."
After climbing over the hillside and driving forward for seven or eight minutes, you can reach Zhang Daniu's house. However, Zhuang Rui received a call from Professor Meng and asked him to stop the car on the hillside.
"Teacher, what's wrong?"
After Zhuang Rui asked Hao Long to park the car, he walked out and met Professor Meng who came out of the minibus.
"Shocking! Shocking!"
Professor Meng's face looked a little ugly. He waved his hand and walked straight to a slope. He looked at a faulted soil surface full of holes as thick as a finger and remained silent for a long time.
Professor Meng pointed to a hole in the fault that seemed to be only thirty or forty centimeters in diameter, and said to Zhuang Rui: "There used to be a tomb here, but it has been robbed long ago. This is a robbery hole. This robbery hole must be at least 100
More than 10 years old..."
Professor Meng paused for a moment, waved to Zhuang Rui, and asked him to climb up to a slightly sloping mound. With the afterglow of the setting sun, he looked at the empty crop fields in the distance in front of him, with a trace of sadness on his face.
"In a few decades, there may not be any ancient tombs in Mangshan anymore..."
Professor Meng suddenly squatted down, picked up a round clod of soil about ten centimeters long and six or seven centimeters in diameter, and said, "Xiao Zhuang, look at what this is?"
"this?"
Zhuang Rui didn't know what Professor Meng meant when he showed this to him. He took the soil clod and looked at it for a while. When he was about to say that he didn't know, he suddenly remembered the appearance of the Luoyang shovel. He remembered that the soil he brought up with the Luoyang shovel before was
this shape.
"Teacher, is this left behind by tomb robbers who explored the tomb?"
Zhuang Rui asked tentatively. The clod of soil in his hand didn't know how long it had been there. It was already extremely hard. Even if it fell to the ground, it would probably not fall apart.
Professor Meng nodded, pointed around with his finger, and said, "Yes, look around again to see how many of these things there are on the ground..."
Zhuang Rui followed the teacher's words and looked up at the ground. It didn't matter. He immediately understood the shocking meaning of what Professor Meng just said.
It turns out that on this hillside, almost every five or six meters away, there are many such soil piles piled on the ground, and their round column shapes are easy to identify.
This means that just because I am on this hillside that looks a bit like a mound of earth, it is almost screened by a fence. Most of the large tombs of the Qin Dynasty were built with palaces and earth mounds on top of the tombs, so this hillside is also heavily protected.
Graverobbers' attention.
Hearing it was the same thing, but seeing this scene live, the shock was indescribable. Zhuang Rui murmured to himself: "This...doesn't anyone care about this?"
"Well, the local government has also spent a lot of effort to improve it, but it can't control it at all. No one can be seen during the day, and they only come out at night. The police are also human beings. They can't guard this mountain 24 hours a day, right?"
Professor Meng is very familiar with the situation here, and his comments are relatively objective. As the saying goes, only a thief can be a thief for a thousand days, how can one guard against a thief for a thousand days?
Tigers still have time to take a nap, not to mention these locals who have the right time, place and people. Beimang Mountain spans hundreds of miles from east to west, and even throwing three to five hundred policemen in there probably won't have much effect.
Money attracts people's hearts. If we want to eradicate the phenomenon of tomb robbing, there is only one possibility, that is, the antiques are worthless. Naturally, no one will rob ancient tombs anymore.
Of course, judging from the current society where the country is peaceful and the people are safe, this possibility is unlikely.
Professor Meng pointed to the mountains bathed in the setting sun and said to Zhuang Rui: "In that direction, there are the tombs of more than a dozen emperors from the Eastern Han Dynasty, Cao Wei, Western Jin, and Northern Wei dynasties, as well as the tombs of royal families and ministers, totaling thousands.
It is a pity that from ancient times to the present, only a handful of them have been completely preserved..."
"Teacher, with the popularization of legal education, I believe people will become more aware in the future..."
Zhuang Rui comforted Professor Meng. In fact, he didn't believe it himself. The more educated and knowledgeable he was, the more secretive he would be. Just like Boss Yu's tomb-robbing gang, which tracked more than a dozen provinces for nearly a year.
It will take ten years to bring them to justice.
"Let's go, let's do our best to protect whatever we can..." Professor Meng was a little disappointed and turned back down the hillside.
For this expert who has dedicated his life to the protection and study of Chinese scientific research and ancient tombs, the reality is undoubtedly cruel, just like a ceramics expert watching his beloved ancient porcelain being broken bit by bit.
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Strictly speaking, the place where Zhang Daniu's family lives is not a village. His family owned an orchard on the top of a hill and built a house at the foot of the mountain. There are no residents around.
Fortunately, although the mountain road was difficult to walk, it was still spacious. After the chassis of Zhuang Rui's car bumped against the raised rocks many times, he came to a few houses built with bluestone and bricks.
"Dad, we are back and everything has been sold..."
As soon as the car stopped in front of Zhang Daniu's house, Zhang Erniu jumped out of the car. Zhuang Rui almost bit his tongue when he shouted, "Who is this person? You still think those antiques are for sale?"
"You kid, how many times have I told you that dead people and things are unlucky, but you just don't listen..."
Following the words, an old man in his early fifties walked out of the yard. He suddenly saw two cars parked in front of his house and was stunned for a moment.
"Dad, those things we didn't sell were donated to the country. They are all members of the country and came to inspect the ancient tombs..."
There was still an understanding person. After Zhang Daniu kicked his younger brother, he explained to his father that Erniu didn't care at all and went straight into a house with smoke coming out. This stupid brother was hungry again.
"Quick, please come in, we don't have anything to entertain at home. Don't dislike this big brother. Old lady, cook more rice tonight and kill the snakehead fish I touched yesterday to make soup..."
Although Lao Zhang was from the countryside, he was very discerning. He could tell at a glance that Professor Meng was the leader and let the group of people into the room.
"Brother, I'm crazy about how old I am. I'd like to ask you to call me Lao Zhang. Don't be polite. We're going to live in your house for a while. We'll eat whatever we have. Don't make us look like outsiders...
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Professor Meng has rich experience in dealing with rural people. He said in just a few words that Lao Zhangtou felt warm in his heart. People must respect each other. From a personality perspective, kings and beggars are completely equal.
But now some people just like to stick green onions in pigs' noses... pretend to be elephants and show off their power when they come to the countryside, without thinking about what their ancestors did for eight generations or more?
After Professor Meng told Lao Zhang about his expenses for accommodation and meals here, the old man immediately waved his hands and said: "Brother, you just look down on us country people. Rice and noodles at home are free of charge. How much?"
What's the point of eating for a few people? That idiot in my family can eat more by himself than three or four people..."
"Uncle Zhang, don't be polite. We usually need to eat some meat when we work, so don't we have to trouble you to go to the town to cut it? That's all..."
Finally, under the persuasion of Zhuang Rui and others, Lao Zhangtou accepted the two thousand yuan. His hands were shaking at that time. The orchard he contracted was not very good. There were not many fruits in the past few years, otherwise his two sons would
I won’t go out to work anymore.
In the evening, we ate vegetables grown by the old Zhang family, and then the big cow killed the rooster that was used to crow at home.
You know, crowing roosters are very popular in rural areas. This is a courtesy for entertaining the most distinguished guests. There is also thick white and tender black fish soup. Several staff members who came with Professor Meng praised it.
Since they couldn't go up the mountain at night, Zhuang Rui and others worked together to clear out the empty rooms and rooms where food was stored, and finally settled down.
