It was just after noon at this time, and as the giant thangka was raised, the enthusiasm of the onlookers was immediately ignited, and the noise was very loud.
The girl Fuzhu was crying in the crowd and pretending to take pictures with her camera, but she didn't see me.
"Boss, these brothers and sisters...their goal is to steal this thangka?"
"Well, that's right. Haven't you heard the news from the first three years ago?"
"Is it 2002? What news."
He took a puff of cigarette, slowly exhaled and said: "In November of that year, there was also a thangka made by the emperor of Yama, which was sold for HKD 30.87 million at Christie's in Hong Kong. And this one is also a thangka with the image of Yama."
I looked at it a few more times and found that it didn't look like a Thangka from the Tang Dynasty. I don't know what level the experts were at. The Yama in Pomegranate Village might have been imitated during the Ming and Qing Dynasties.
If it were from the Tang Dynasty, this piece would cost over ten million.
If it were copied in the Ming and Qing Dynasties, it would probably be worth about 100,000 yuan. In other words, Zhuzhu may not know about it.
"Why, Yunfeng, do you still want to tell her?"
"No," the leader chuckled: "We are all thieves, but we have different goals. To destroy someone's wealth is like killing one's parents. The rules of the world are not to be told if you see them."
I nodded and said yes, while recalling that scene in my mind, it felt good to kiss a girl.
There was a bonfire party in the village in the evening, but we didn't go out, we were waiting for Lao Zhang.
Around 9pm, there was a knock on the door.
"Boss, I've brought someone here. Open the door quickly! It's really hard to find him. I came here in the afternoon and drove over thirty miles!"
Opening the door, Lao Zhang was led by an old lady wearing a pleated coat with her head covered. The old lady's face was wrinkled and she looked very old, at least bigger than her head.
He came in, closed the door, raised his head and asked, "Is this a Muya person?"
"Yes! Yajiang Shimian area! The most authentic Muya people! It took me a lot of effort to get them here!"
This was the first time I met the Muya people, and I thought they were the descendants of the Dangxiang people 800 years ago. Except that their eye sockets were darker, they felt no different from ordinary old ladies.
He counted five hundred pieces and handed them over. Lao Zhang immediately took them into his hand with a smile and said with a smile: "Thank you, boss."
Old Mrs. Muya spoke, not very fast, but I couldn't understand a single word. I listened hard for a long time, and it felt like I was listening to a book from heaven.
"What do you mean?" asked the head.
"I don't know what it means. You just asked for a Muya person to come here in the afternoon, but you didn't ask me to find a translator. This is their own Muya language. Don't talk about me, even the Tibetans can't understand it."
"But it doesn't matter," Lao Zhang immediately smiled and said: "My wife knows a little Muya and can help you translate. That's it... Haha, we are all friends, just give me your meaning."
Muya is an endangered language among ethnic minorities. It has no written version, so it can only be spoken but cannot be written. It is passed down orally. I feel that maybe in 50 to 100 years, this ancient and mysterious language will be
Completely disappeared, just like Tangut.
The Muya people in Yajiang, Shimian and other places consider themselves Tibetans, but the Tibetans do not accept them because they are essentially culturally different. Today's Muya people still retain a few customs of the ancient Dangxiang people.
At around 10 o'clock, Lao Zhang's wife came over and acted as our translator. Of course, we gave him a few hundred yuan as a favor.
He took out a piece of paper from his pocket and spread it on the table. On the paper, he drew a cylindrical stone tower with a pencil.
"Please help me ask, has she ever seen a tower like this?"
Lao Zhang’s wife tried to help us ask questions in Muya. She spoke intermittently, and sometimes she would think about a word for several seconds.
Afterwards, old man Muya pointed at the white paper and talked a lot.
Lao Zhang's wife's eyes widened and she said nonchalantly: "I... I roughly understood more than half of it. She said she had seen this kind of round stone tower when she was a child, deep in a big mountain, where there were many wild wolves."
"To be more specific, in which deep mountain?" he asked with his head.
After asking again for us, Lao Zhang's wife shook her head and said, "She said she didn't remember either. No one would go there. It's in the northwest."
