"Brother, let me tell you, in Xi'an, if you sometimes poop in the toilet, you might be able to poop out into an ancient tomb."
Lao Pi pointed to the wine shop in the distance and whispered: "The elders of this family came from Shandong and have settled in Xi'an for more than 40 years. In the early years, they sold Xifeng and Taibai. In the past two years, they mainly make their own wine.
Packaged and sold in bulk.”
Seeing that I was listening, Lao Pi continued: "What he later sold was a small variety of Maotai-flavored liquor from Shandong. This liquor is called "Backward Walking". Two things are necessary to brew this kind of local liquor."
"The first is mosquitoes, and the second is Huangnijiao."
Lao Pi explained to me: "Brother, this is brewing backwards. The mosquito used is the same as Moutai. The yeast needs to be fermented with Qu mosquito. This is Huangnijiao. His family hired it three months ago.
People dig new yellow mud cellars, and my old cousin is one of the workers digging the cellar. Look what this thing is."
As he spoke, he touched it from his arms and an instant noodle bag appeared like a magic trick.
Open the instant noodle bag and find a handful of soil inside.
I smelled it and turned it over with my hands.
It's whitish and sticky to the hands, it's living clay white paste.
"Is there any more?" I said that based on this alone, we cannot conclude that it is a Tang tomb. Song tombs and Liao tombs also have this kind of white plaster mud.
"Haha..." Lao Pi smiled mysteriously and said that you are taking a closer look.
"How can we take a closer look at this?"
I stretched out my hand and pulled it twice, and suddenly came across a hard object. I picked it out with my fingers and looked at the street light.
It is a piece of colorful pottery.
I frowned and said, "Tang Sancai?"
Lao Pi smiled and said: "Yes, this thing has always been used as a funerary vessel. Not only this piece, but hundreds of them were dug out at that time. The owner of the house happened to not see it, so my cousin put it away. According to my inference, that
The yellow mud used for fermentation was only two meters deep, so it was probably just a burial pit."
Looking at the police not far away, I didn't want to take any risks.
Why?
Because ordinary Tang Sancai is not valuable at this time, and Tang Sancai such as bowls, plates and pots only costs a few thousand yuan.
At that time, there were only two types of Tang Sancai that were valuable in the trade. One was the tricolor horse, which could not be broken-legged, and the other was called "three-color plus blue" by people in the trade.
Generally, Tang Sancai is yellow, white, and green, and a few of them are "yellow, white, and blue."
This kind of blue is not blue and white, the whole thing is black and black. The number of Tang Sancai items with blue added is much smaller, and each one can be sold for 6 figures.
If it is a pottery horse with three colors and blue color, it will be more expensive.
But the chance of encountering this kind of thing is relatively low.
"What do you think, brother? Can you do this for 100,000 yuan?"
I thought about it carefully again and felt that if the Tang tomb underneath was a new pot, it would not be a big problem to protect the capital. As for how much I could earn, I would have to wait until I dug it out. Besides, this time I was testing my head. How could I
Put down the stall.
I nodded and said, "Okay, then 10, deal."
"Ah, so happy! I just like your temper, brother! Let me talk if anything happens in the future."
That's it, that night.
Less than a hundred meters away from the entrance of Chonghuang Police Station in Xi'an.
