It's not nice to call him Pi Huang, so I call him Lao Pi.
"Boss! Here are eight plates of mutton dumplings!"
"They are all distinguished guests, so we must entertain them well!"
When Lao Pi saw that my expression was wrong, he laughed and called the boss to add more food.
He took one dumpling at a time and drank a big sip of Bingfeng. His mouth was full of oil.
"The idea is a bit tricky, do you know what it is?" I put down my chopsticks and asked.
"The king knows, of course he knows."
"Also, little brother, I, Pi Huang, value reputation the most. Let's put it this way. If something happens to me, I guarantee that you won't be found. One hundred thousand yuan is my fixed price. If you want to do it, I will take you to see something later.
"Son, it's okay if you don't do it. After this meal, we can go both ways, and we will still be good friends in the future."
Looking back now, I thought his words were polite and didn't take them seriously.
Never thought about it.
Just three years later, in 2006, Lao Pi was caught robbing a tomb on a mountain in a small county in the north of Fufeng. There were eight people in total, and Lao Pi was sentenced to ten years. Originally, he should have been eating Wo Wo Tou for 16 years.
As a result, in February 2014, Lao Pi was released on medical parole due to injuries.
He first made his fortune in Fufeng, Shaanxi. After he came out in 2014, the local Chinese Business News reported on him. At the same time, Mr. Guo Jianming, the president of the Baoji Cultural and Creative Association (Cultural and Creative Association), wanted to interview Lao Pi and write a story.
It was a short documentary story, but I don’t know if I wrote it later.
President Guo, if you haven’t written it, I will simply say it.
Fufeng and Qishan in Shaanxi were famous bronze distribution centers at the time. In 1996, Lao Pi dug up a bronze drinking cup from the Fufeng Brick Factory and sold it for 5,000 yuan. This money covered the local salary for several years.
The millennium, from 2000 to 2003, was previously known as the "three crazy years" among Shaanxi tomb robbers.
The real situation at that time was not only tomb robbers, but also local farmers in Xi'an who often dug holes in the fields to find tombs, and they were all very courageous.
According to statistics, a total of 334 ancient tombs were discovered in Xi'an in 2002, which means that new ancient tombs are discovered almost every day. There are more people underground than on the ground. Dozens of ancient tombs can be dug out by building any subway line.
Lao Pi first started by robbing tombs, then became a gangster (matching Hong Kong people and Beijing people), and finally sold some things. He brought animals to the Qinling Zoo just as a cover-up. In fact, I estimate that his personal savings at the time were all.
200 pieces.
I should have been in Lijiang in 2006. At that time, I heard that Lao Pi suddenly went in to eat steamed buns. I was scared for a while, thinking that this old boy wouldn't call me in to accompany him, right?
In the end, nothing happened. What Lao Pi said at the beginning was indeed what he said.
After he came out, people in the industry were still willing to give him food, but his wife wouldn't let him do it (his daughter-in-law, Lao Pi, was 16 years old), so Lao Pi peacefully planted several acres of apple trees at home, and finally last year
Died in July.
I want to ask what you think about doing archaeological work in Xi'an.
Director Luo, who was the director of the Zhou Yuan Museum at the time, said angrily: "The next door is numb, and every time it comes, it is a step late. There are holes everywhere. A bunch of grandchildren, Pi Weiwu is a big cancer, and he should be dead."
"Pi Wei Wu" refers to three people at that time.
I have dealt with Pi Huang from Fufeng, Lao Wei from Lin County, and Lao Wu from Xi'an. They are all from the Northern Sect.
After eating dumplings and mutton steamed buns, I made up my mind that if we don't enter the tiger's den, we won't catch the tiger's cubs. I decided to let Lao Pi take us to "see something" first.
At that time, Xi'an's night market was full of roadside stalls, and in winter there were stalls selling cold skin on the roadside. Brother Yu drove us and followed the pickup truck, and we arrived at the place in about two hours.
When I got out of the car and saw the police station less than a hundred meters away, my right eyelid twitched, wondering if it was a disaster.
"That's the two-story building," Lao Pi said, pointing to the two-story building across the street.
There is a colored steel tile standing at the door of the two-story building.
The word "Winehouse" was written in red pen on the colored steel tiles.
This place sells alcohol.
Seeing the bright lights upstairs, I asked Lao Pi: "If there are still people living here, how can you be sure that there is a Tang tomb?"
