"What did you say? Is there anyone who looks like that?"
A Yuan nodded: "Indeed, it does. It looks like a duck's beak but the inside looks like a snail shell. It's just that you haven't seen it before."
I was greatly shocked when I heard it. It turns out that there are so many sayings, three hundred and sixty lines, which is really the best in practice.
We don’t need to verify the authenticity of Ayuan’s popular science content, nor do we need to stand on the level of ethics and morals to think that the content we talk about is obscene. It’s good to treat it as a unique knowledge point to expand our own knowledge.
"Forget it, let's not continue talking about this topic. Ah Yuan, I'm asking you something. Has Lao Zhou ever had any enmity with anyone?"
"Um...Brother Feng, are you talking about a big feud or a small feud?"
"Big hatred, deep hatred and hatred!" I said.
A Yuan frowned and shook his head: "As far as I know, Lao Zhou doesn't seem to have a deep enmity with anyone, but... he usually has the worst relationship with Lao and Zhuang, and sometimes he often gets violent when he drinks too much.
"
Lao Zhuang is the middle-aged man with a round head and a round face. He used to sell pork. When he introduced himself, he said that he was good at water and could stay in the water for a day and a night. This guy said he had to take leave two days ago because he had an emergency at home.
He went home and hasn't come back yet, so naturally he wasn't involved in what happened that day.
If he and Lao Zhuang usually have a grudge, could it be that he did it secretly?
But if this happens, he has an alibi.
Then things turned out as I expected. The cheongsam girl sent people to the reservoir the next day to fish out Lao Zhou's body and cremate it. Also disposed of was the body of the middle-aged woman who was killed by insects.
Also on this afternoon, Chongzi brought an old man with white hair to see me. Chongzi introduced this man and said: "Brother Feng, Lao Zhou is no longer here. This is the new helper that Sister Ninth has found for us. His name is Mian Lao."
Five, nicknamed Lao Mian."
I glanced at the old man and asked: "Uncle, may I ask what your age is this year?"
The white-haired old man smiled and said: "Your Majesty is not that old. This old man is eighty-eight in his seventies."
I'm speechless. I'm an eighty-year-old fucking man. How can he still do this job? What I want is a young man with plenty of physical strength and a calm temper! Both men and women are fine! How can you send me one?
Damn old man.
As if aware of my dissatisfaction, Chongzi hurriedly said: "Brother Feng, you don't know something. The reason why I asked Lao Mian to help is because he has done a lot of this kind of work before and has a lot of experience. He and you are peers.
Sister also took this into consideration before letting him join us."
I was surprised and said: "Oh? Really? So you are still an old-timer?"
The old man hurriedly bent over and clasped his fists, and said with a sincere face: "The Yangtze River has pushed forward, and I don't dare to take the word "senior" seriously. Master, old man, it has been nearly thirty years since I quit the tomb robbing business. This time I re-entered the industry because of the pressure of life.
My wife's cancer treatment requires a lot of money. Please don't blame the old man for his old age and frailty. We hope he can enjoy the food."
On the surface I was indifferent, but actually I had an idea in my mind.
This is the way people in the industry talked in the early years. It can't be escaped. No wonder I can't smell a trace of earthiness on him. It turns out that he has been washing his hands in a golden basin for more than 30 years. This person is from the same generation as the leader. I am
A descendant in the true sense of the word.
"Chongzhi, you go out first and close the door. I will have a few words with this old man alone."
After the bug left, I invited the old man to take a seat. He was very polite and hugged me first before sitting down.
Pouring a cup of tea, I took a sip and asked politely: "Old man, you went down to the lake to dig for copper roads, ransacked warehouses and robbed shady houses, filtered pits to eat stinky tickets, opened windows to catch the moon, what did you do before?
What kind of work do you do?”
The old man's wrinkled face lit up.
He cupped his fists and said: "I can't do code matching. I occasionally sweep warehouses. I'm not good at going to the lake to eat stinky things. I spend more time digging for ancient treasures to catch the moon."
I nodded, knowing his details.
He is from Anyang, Henan. In his later years, he and his wife settled in Handan, Hebei. The team he used to work with was Yeluzi, a small folk group with little reputation. His specialty was positioning and drilling holes.
My questions and answers are all pure slang, and non-experts will definitely not understand. There are many ways to explain it, so I will give a rough outline.
"Xiahu Guide" refers to tomb robbers, "Chasing the Moon" refers to unscrupulous people who are not well-known among the people, "Dui Ma" means those who deal with stolen and unearthed cultural relics, and "Remover" refers to the tomb robbers in Beijing.
, refers to the tomb robbers in the Hebei area. Digu means digging for antiquities. It is also called the ancient digger. It refers to the tomb robbers in the Anyang area of Henan.
One thing you need to know is that the word "cultural relics" was only coined after 1953. Before 1953, it was called "antiquities", and there was no cultural relics management law at that time, only the antiquities management law. Do you understand? So, if you are around
There is often an old man in the neighborhood who says, "This antique is great. I went for a walk today after shopping for groceries and went to the flea market to buy an antique." Then this old man may be an insider in the industry in the early years.
I raised my tea cup and stood up, and Lao Mian also hurriedly raised his tea cup and stood up.
