"Go back to Yinchuan? Tell me you won't let us go find him," Douyazai said.
"Yes, where should we look when we get back?" Xiaoxuan sat cross-legged on the bed, not sleeping anymore.
I opened the window of my room. It was late at night outside the window, and the village in the city was dark.
I looked at it for a while, then turned around and said: "When we go back, we go find the retired researcher named Zhou Shushun. He collected the White Horse copper pot and deciphered the Tangut script on the parchment. This person is the most important. We need to find this person."
understand situation."
Dou Sprout said okay, let's go find this guy named Wednesday Shun.
The train I took back home lasted more than a day. On the train, Douyazai came up to me and asked me about my return trip. When talking about this, I couldn’t avoid the difference between the northern and southern schools.
The northern sect of tomb robbers is a mixed bag, and there are many well-known spies. Asking people to come back is equivalent to sharing information and profits with others.
The southern faction does not have the term "return to the customs". The relationship between the southern faction and the northern faction is not very good and the rules are different.
The gold-touching talisman made of pangolin nails by the Southern School does not exist. You can look through the museum archives and there is no physical object of this kind handed down.
But there is indeed something that can be used with you to ward off evil spirits. This kind of thing is called Pishao sand, and after it is made, you can put it in your purse and hang it on your body.
It is said that the authentic Pipansha of the Southern School is very powerful in warding off evil spirits. The method of making it is to use the yellow sand on the iron plow head. After plowing the ground, use a knife to scrape off the sand, fry it in an iron pot into thin noodles, and then
Pick up some large stones and debris, and finally leave a handful of loess as fine as sand.
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Mix this handful of loess with Wulingzhi (mole excrement), Ye Mingsha (bat excrement), Wangyue sand (rabbit excrement), White Lilac (sparrow excrement), and silkworm excrement (silkworm excrement) in traditional Chinese medicine in proportion, and finally it becomes a
A colorful semi-sand-like object, this thing is Pishangsha.
Compared to the northern sect, the southern robbers are more superstitious, especially in coastal areas. Some tomb robbers will bring paper money and incense when they go to the pit.
Roosters crow and lanterns are used to extinguish ghosts and blow out lamps. If they sense something bad in the tomb, these people will light incense and burn paper and say: "Yang wealth is exchanged for yin wealth. Don't blame the master. Turn things over but not bones. Don't dare to break the rules."
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Is there a figure like Master Yao in the Southern School?
some.
There is a man named Ma in Changsha. Because this man specializes in robbing tombs of the Warring States Period, some people in the industry call him Warring States Ma. In addition, there is a man named Qin in Zhejiang who is good at Shuidongzi. His business involves digging out ancient shipwrecks.
A person without any strength cannot organize. Now that this person has the image of a successful businessman, I won’t criticize him.
He invited some people to be imprisoned in Blackwater City. First, he would give these people a sum of money. The price was very high. They would not hand over the things they touched, but would take them away themselves.
It was already evening when we returned to Yinchuan. We first found a place to stay for one night. If we wanted to find Zhou Shushun, we must first go to the Xixia Museum and ask people where he would live after his retirement.
I went to the museum during the day. There was no guide and there were very few people visiting the museum. I took the initiative to find the staff.
"You are looking for Mr. Zhou? Why are you looking for him?" A man in his fifties received us.
"That's right," I said with a smile: "The three of us are freshmen in the History Department of Yinchuan University. We have listened to Mr. Zhou's lectures before, so we have always admired Mr. Zhou and wanted to meet him."
"Is that so you are all college students at Silver University?"
Dou Sprout said yes, we are all college students.
Then the man told me that Zhou Shushun lived in Wenhu Community after his retirement. He didn't know exactly which building and unit he lived in, and asked us to go there and find out.
We thanked this person and rushed to Wenhu Community again.
There are many houses in Wenhu Community, all of which are old-fashioned six-story buildings without elevators. There are several tables at the entrance of the community where old men are playing chess. I asked the old chess player and asked, "Sir, is there a man named Wednesday Shun who lives in our community?"
"If you make a move without regrets, then I'll take advantage of you," the old man said without raising his eyes: "Wednesday is a good day? I've never heard of it. How old are you?"
I said he might be older than you and used to work in a museum.
"Working in a museum?
"You're talking about Archaeology Zhou, right?"
I quickly said that you were right, it was Zhou Archeology.
"Then what are you looking for?" the old man put down the chess piece and pointed to the southwest. "Here, the old man on the stool in the square is Zhou Archaeology."
I looked in the direction he pointed.
I saw an old man in the small square of Wenhu Community. He was sitting on a bench with his back to us, holding a walking stick with both hands, taking a nap and enjoying the sun.
Dou Sprout Zai and I looked at each other and walked over there.
"Mr. Zhou? Mr. Zhou?"
I walked up to him and called twice, but he didn't seem to hear me. Maybe he was deaf.
"Old man!" Dou Sprout shouted loudly in his ear.
The old man slowly opened his eyes. He had white hair and a face full of wrinkles. He looked very old.
He said you call me.
"What? I can't hear what you are saying," he pointed to his ear.
I lay down next to his ear and said loudly: "Do you know a man named Wang Xiansheng?"
The old man said, "Why are you shouting so loudly? I'm not deaf. You want me to go back to eat?"
"It's over, it's over." Douyazai said that this person is not only deaf, but may have Alzheimer's disease.
"Wang Xiansheng! Wang Boss! Do you know him?" Dou Sprout said loudly.
"What? What's for lunch?" the old man shouted back to Dou Sprout.
"Damn it!" Douyazai took two steps back, pointed at Wednesday Shun and said, "I guessed it right, he has Alzheimer's disease."
"It's time to go home for dinner." Wednesday Shun shakily stood up with a cane.
"Wait! You can't go!" Dou Sprout stretched out his hand to stop him. I don't know if Dou Sprout touched him, but the old man suddenly slipped and fell.
The crutches were scattered around, and Zhou Shushun lay on the ground and screamed. His voice attracted the attention of other people in the small square. I saw several people gathered around him.
Dou Sprout hurriedly raised his hand and said, "I didn't touch him! I didn't touch him! He fell down on his own!"
At this moment, a man in his thirties hurriedly ran over from a distance. This man had a crew cut. I called him a crew cut.
"Grandpa! Grandpa!" Xiao Pingtou helped Zhoushun up in panic.
"What are you doing!" he asked Dou Sprouts loudly.
Douyazai said aggrievedly that I really didn't touch it. The old man fell down on his own. He touched the porcelain!
"You're just trying to get into trouble! If my grandpa has any health problems, you're going to be bankrupt!" Xiao Pingtou scolded Dou Sprout.
I quickly interrupted and said, "Isn't this the old man's fault? Take a look."
"What are you looking at! Can you tell if you have internal injuries?"
Douyazai was also anxious, he said you want to blackmail someone, right? You just blackmailed me!
Just as the two were about to quarrel, they heard a voice coming from behind.
"Let them go. I saw it. I don't blame this person. Grandpa fell down himself."
I looked back to see who it was, and found that the man who was speaking looked a lot like the boy with a crew cut, but the difference was his temperament. This man wore a pair of gold-rimmed glasses, a suit and tie, and was holding a briefcase in his hand. He looked like
Highly educated.
"Hello." The man with glasses politely stretched out his hand and said, "Grandpa is getting older and usually needs someone to take care of him. He was diagnosed with Alzheimer's disease a year ago. Now he can't remember some things clearly."