At around ten o'clock that night, Brother Yu drove the truck back.
Things turned out as I thought. Lao Luo didn't lift the raincloth to look at the mud cellar during the day, and our hole was not discovered.
Tonight is the finishing work, two things.
The first is to check whether there are any good things in the brick tomb, and the second is to backfill the stolen hole with soil and do a good job in the aftermath.
After checking the battery level of the walkie-talkie, they all took their places and waited for more than two hours. Xiaoxuan reported that Lao Luo and the others had fallen asleep.
Gently pushing open the door of the wine shop, we got in quietly.
After removing the bricks, lifting the raincloth, and lowering the rope ladder along the hole, Bean Sprout put on his headlamp and began to climb down.
In line with the principle of not stealing anything empty, Dou Sprout filled another sack with items. I took a look and saw that they were all broken porcelain pieces and pottery figures, with missing arms and legs. There seemed to be two black pottery oil lamps.
I didn't have time to take a closer look.
"There's nothing left. There's no golden bowl. I'll pay you, Fengzi."
"Forget it if it's gone. Hurry up and fill it with soil."
"receive."
"Xiaoxuan, is there anything going on over there?"
"No, they're all asleep."
"Xiaomi, how's it going outside?"
"Brother Feng is normal, no one is passing by."
Work quickly.
Before four o'clock in the morning, the hole was backfilled. We leveled the ground and carefully spread a layer of fine soil.
"Take care of the guys and call it a day."
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At eight o'clock in the morning, Brother Yu bought five cups of soy milk in the hotel room.
There were several empty sacks thrown on the floor of the hotel, and a pile of things were placed on the ground.
Most of them are pottery people, there are a few small animals made of gray pottery, five black-glazed oil lamps from the Tang Dynasty, a white-glazed jade pot and spring vase with its neck missing, which may be from the Jiexiu kiln in Shanxi, and the rest is just a pile of
I didn’t see any pottery fragments or even a complete tri-color painting of the Tang Dynasty.
The tomb in Jiufang covers an area of more than 20 square meters. The owner of the tomb should have been a slightly wealthy middle class in the Tang Dynasty. Why are there so many pottery figurines buried with him? I guess it may be the hobby of the owner during his lifetime, or it may be that the owner of the tomb was a
Do this.
We are not archaeologists, these are not important. What is important is that we spent 100,000 to buy this point on Lao Pi's hand. Whether we made money or not, that is the most important thing.
In addition to backfilling, the most important thing is to sell the stolen goods quickly, exchange them for money, and then leave far away so that no one can notice the tomb robbers.
At that time, there was a way to sell this kind of black goods in Xi'an, and there were people who specialized in collecting them.
The Baxian Palace Cultural Relics Market was opened in 1993, and reached its peak in 2002. Later, the Zhongbei Antique City on Zhuque Road and the Xiaodongmen Antique City were opened one after another. The ghost market is a major feature of the local cultural relics market. Many people visit the ghost market.
I made a fortune in the market.
The Panjiayuan Ghost Market is open from 4 a.m. to 7:30 a.m. on Saturdays. The market does not care about the market. Stalls are set up casually and no one comes to collect fees. The north gate opens at 8 a.m. at this time, and stall owners cannot set up their stalls when they come.
At that time, the Eight Immortals Palace Ghost Market was from 1 a.m. to 5:30 in the morning. Lao Pi was not very interested in pottery figurines. He introduced that he could go to the Ba Xiang Palace Ghost Market and find a dealer nicknamed "Chi San Tong". Lao Pi said Chi
Even the Terracotta Warriors and Horses would dare to collect such things in the three links.
I said, Lao Pi, just give me that person’s phone number and that’s it.
Lao Pi said, "No, Xiang Bantou. I can't talk to that person either. You have to run away by yourself."
I couldn't help scolding Lao Pi: "What did you say you were selling? It's a bunch of junk stuff, not a single piece of gold. We were damn near arrested."
Lao Pi kept saying sorry on the phone.
In fact, I heard it, and he must have been very happy. He was glad that he sold me some and didn't do it himself.
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I initially wanted to make some pottery figures with missing arms and legs, but later found that it was too troublesome. Xiaomi helped me. She had learned crafts from Uncle Liao and had research in this field.
Repairing bronzes, porcelain, and pottery requires different glues. Xiaomi used aaa glue mixed with another kind of glue to make a special slow-drying glue for repairing pottery figures.
502 will definitely not work. The arms and legs of the clay pottery people need to be constantly adjusted. Sometimes the left hand is stained on the right hand. It has to be taken off and re-glued. After fixing, you have to wait 24 hours.
If there is still something wrong after 24 hours, Xiaomi will use a transparent liquid to brush the liquid. This liquid is actually acetone. The restrictions were not strict at that time. You can buy it in small buckets in some hardware raw material stores in Xi'an. It should not be sold now.
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After Xiaomi glued a dozen pottery figures, I packed two samples into my backpack and went to the Baxian Palace Cultural Relics Market to catch the night market that night.
Shaanxi is a major province of cultural relics, and Xi'an is the distribution center for cultural relics in Shaanxi. The Eight Immortals Palace was the largest ghost market at that time, and the cultural relic dealers there often came from all over the world.
At night I called Douyazai, and he got under the quilt and covered himself tightly, except for his head.
Dou Yazi whispered: "Hey, Fengzi, I'm too old. It's too cold outside. My arms hurt and my body feels uncomfortable. I probably have a cold. You can ask Brother Yu to go."
I said it’s fine if you don’t go, I won’t give you a penny if I sell the things.
Dou Sprout instantly got up and put on his pants.
At around two o'clock in the evening, I carried my backpack to the Baxian Palace Antique Market.
It was still dark at this time, and many people came in and out holding flashlights and talking to each other.
"So many people."
Dou Sprout took pictures everywhere with his flashlight.
