People need time to grow up. If Dou Sprout and I encountered this matter a few years later, we would definitely not handle it this way. We were still half-grown children at the time, and we did things without considering the consequences.
Three days after Liu Yuanning came back, he drove an ordinary Beijing-brand pickup truck and parked beside the Shapotou National Highway.
"What are you doing, Boss Wang? Why do you live in this wilderness?" Liu Yuanning got out of the pickup truck and talked while walking.
Welcoming the person over, the two parties chatted for a few minutes after meeting. I heard that the Ashoka Pagoda he took was booked by a private owner who believed in Buddhism. The specific price was unclear, but judging from Liu Yuanning's demeanor at the time, he
Earned a lot.
Originally, the silver-gilt white horse flat pot was planned to be sold to a man named Liu, but he changed his mind temporarily. He said that the white horse flat pot has a greater use, so he didn't let the man named Liu see it. I hid it in another bag alone.
inside.
I opened the zipper of my backpack and Liu Yuanning looked at the goods carefully and said: "Wang Boutou, Xixia copper flat kettles. There are too many of these bottles and it is difficult to ship them all at once. I have to sell them one by one to save money, so
The price is..."
She looked at him and said: "Fifteen, each 2.2, you have the final say on the price of the copper miscellaneous items, no counter-offering."
Liu Yuanning negotiated the price: "2.2 won't work, it's not profitable, let's go with 1.5."
He shook his head and said nothing.
"How about 1.8?"
He still didn't speak, and the two looked at each other expressionlessly for several minutes.
Liu Yuanning's stern face relaxed and he suddenly smiled and said: "Wang Boss, you just called me over this time. It seems that you have convinced me. Okay, 2.2 is 2.2, I won't talk about it. 15 copper flats
I’ll pack the pot for 33 for you, and I’ll count the copper miscellaneous items as 4 lines, right? A total of 37?”
He smiled and stretched out his right hand.
Liu Yuanning held the handle and smiled and said: "Then let's do this this time. When the goods are available, remember to think of me, brother. The money is in the car, so come with me to get it."
The passenger of the pickup truck had a plastic bag. Liu Yuanning took out a dozen stacks and then gave the plastic bag to me.
"Look, little brother, there are 37 in total."
I nodded and looked at the plastic bag. There were ten thousand bundles in it, and I counted exactly 37 bundles.
He opened the car door, threw two large bags in and got into the car. Before leaving, he raised his head and said: "Be careful of turtle doves on the road."
Liu Yongning stuck his head out and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Mr. Boss. Turtle doves also need to eat. They won't scream when they are cooked. Let's go." After saying this, he turned around and drove the pickup off the national highway.
"What is a turtle dove? Bean sprouts asked curiously.
I said: "Turtle doves are birds that specialize in catching insects to eat."
Dou Sprout thought for a long time, clapped his hands and said, "I understand! We are insects!"
"Go away, you are a bug." I scolded him with a smile.
The payment for the goods was not divided this time. Xiaomiao paid for the incident. We were the ones who caused the problem. We settled the matter with our own money. I was too embarrassed to ask for a share of the money.
The reason why Bao kept the white horse flat pot on his head was because he wanted to take the flat pot to see someone. This person was a retired old researcher from Yinchuan Xixia Museum named Wednesday Shun. (pseudonym)
According to what I later learned about this person, Zhou Shushun joined the archaeological team when he was fifteen years old. The archaeological conditions in the northwest were difficult at that time. Zhou Shushun experienced the Niya ruins and culture, the Xiaohe cemetery ruins, the ancient Jingjue country ruins, and the Tongtian ruins.
Cave ruins, Husta ruins, Kizil Grottoes, Xixia royal tombs, etc. This man can be said to be a living fossil in the archaeological community of the Northwest and the founder of desert archeology. His apprentice wrote the "General Theory of Desert Archeology" with his help.
Completed with guidance.
I went to find him with a white horse vase on my head. The ultimate goal was to decipher the secrets of the parchment hidden in the Asoka Tower, and to see if there was any connection between the Western Xia inscriptions on the parchment and Blackwater City, and the paintings that looked like turrets.
What are the buildings? This is all a mystery.
This is a risky move.
For decades, the archaeological team and the tomb robbers have been natural enemies. One is a good guy and the other a villain. They are incompatible with each other.
But nothing in the world is absolute. There are too many examples like this in life. Some people don’t love money or power, but they also have things they are interested in.
This is the Western Xia gilt-silver copper flat kettle with bas-relief carvings of horses.
We left the national highway and rented a few bungalows in the north of Shapotou. This place was originally a company's warehouse. There were no people around and it was very secluded. The conditions were very poor. We had to sleep on the floor and eat by ourselves. But it was safe.
I went out in the morning that day, and when I came back at noon, things were completely different.
He dressed himself up well. He bought a brand-name suit and a good watch. His new leather shoes were polished and his hair was combed meticulously. No one looked at this look like an old man who robbed a tomb. He was clearly a spirited old man.
