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Chapter 1162

Chapter 1162

After that, he took out a cigarette and a match from under the bed sheet, struck it, and blew out a smoke ring very comfortably.

He raised his head and said with a smile: "Brother, you misunderstood. I am not interested in the whereabouts of Jinyin. I came here to ask you about how you helped the old Qin family find tombs around 1950."

"Old Qin family...Which old Qin family?"

"It was the family who later immigrated abroad. At that time, they lived in Ling Village, Manshan Mountain."

"oh....."

Che Baohua frowned and thought for a long time.

"So you are talking about the descendants of that Huizhou merchant family. I still have an impression. What do you want to ask?"

"I want to ask you about helping to find the tomb."

The old man asked: "After so many years, they still haven't found it? I still remember the second son of the Qin family, is he still there?"

The second eldest son of the Qin family refers to the old lady’s father.

"The person is no longer here," he shook his head.

"call...."

When he heard that the person was gone, he blew out a puff of smoke. Che Baohua looked a little sad, as if he remembered his old friend.

"So, the descendants of the old Qin family asked you to find their ancestral grave again?" he asked.

Nod your head and say yes.

After flicking the ashes from his cigarette, Che Baohua recalled: "Actually, we visited more than 70 tombs in total that year, and we felt that we were about to find them. Then Qin Laoer suddenly left the country."

"Boy, you also know that it was not easy to go abroad in those days. If you missed some opportunities, you would not be able to go out. At that time, our group of people explored some places and made sketches. I forgot where to put them. I will look for them for you.

"

In today's northern sect of tomb robbers, in terms of seniority, not many people dare to call Yin Hu "boy", and he is one of them.

Che Baohua, the head master Wang Pingling, and the old scholar in the system, these three people can all be said to be tomb robbers during the Republic of China.

"Where is it... Hey, I seem to remember it being here, but I can't find it..."

The old man rummaged through the cabinets in the house, and stepped on the stool to search on the top of the cabinets for a long time.

Suddenly, as if he remembered something, he clapped his hands fiercely, lay down under the bed, and pulled out a dusty leather box from under the bed board.

The old leather box was of good quality and had not been broken for so many years. It was just covered with a thick layer of dust and a lot of rat droppings.

"Hoo! Hoo!"

After blowing some dust, he opened the suitcase.

It is full of old iron kettles, light bulbs, various plastic bags, and a lot of miscellaneous things.

He asked us to help find it together and said it was a small leather notebook.

I opened a plastic bag and said, "What is this? Is this an iron egg?"

Che Baohua took a look and said: "What iron eggs? They are sandwich chocolate balls from the 1970s. They seem to have expired."

"Why?"

"That's it! Found it! So I put it here!"

He handed the yellowed cowhide book to the boss and said, "Boy, take it away. It's not convenient here. You can go back and read it slowly. I hope it can help you."

At this time, a shout suddenly came from outside the hospital.

"Hey! You two! It's time! Do you still want to add more time? 50 yuan for half an hour!"

He wiped the dust, put his cowhide book close to his body, and said sincerely, "Old senior, at our age, I'm afraid we won't have the chance to see each other again. Please take care of yourself."

"Tell me what you guys are saying! Do you want more money?"

At this time, while watching the bed, Che Baohua looked like he was demented again. He sat on the bed with dull eyes, rice grains stuck to the corners of his mouth, motionless.

After we came out, his adopted son cursed in a low voice: "Two poor men, they are reluctant to spend fifty yuan, and they still want to find a gold seal."

...

Thinking about it, I have never seen Che Baohua again. However, Boss Hu was released from prison in the autumn of 2008. As a tomb robber who had been seriously out of touch with society for 15 years, I heard people say that the first person who was released was

In the second year, Mr. Hu bought a house and a car, bought a Cadillac, and married a new wife.

This is not small money.

Many people can guess where the money comes from.

The two of them had agreed at the beginning that Che Baohua would wait for him to come out for fifteen years, and then he would split the money 50-50.

This is the "credibility" that the older generation of the Northern School pays attention to.


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