An old man came from a distance from the village and shouted to Qin Feng and others in the cornfield: "Would you like to come and have a drink of water? Can you city people bear this hot day?"
In the August weather, the midday sun was like a stove. Outside the village, it was even quieter than late at night. Even the dogs were lying on the ground unwilling to grunt.
Qin Feng and others took their tools to the farmland early in the morning and started working in the farmland. At first, some half-year-old children were playing with them, but later they all ran back exhausted.
The midday sun seemed to cast oblique shadows in the air. In the dozens of acres of cornfield at the head of the village, except for Qin Feng, Leng Xiongfei and the newly arrived old man, no one could be seen.
people.
"Uncle Tang, thank you for being old. Come and have a cigarette."
Qin Feng walked out of the cornfield sweating profusely, took out a red pagoda stick and handed it over, saying: "Uncle Tang, I have destroyed a lot of your corn. If the money is not enough, you can just tell me."
This was the third day after arriving in Pingzhuang. Qin Feng did not take action yesterday. Instead, he walked around the tomb ground and roughly determined the scope of the tomb and the ownership of the farmland.
After knowing that the cornfield belonged to Uncle Tang in the village, Qin Feng went to Uncle Tang's house that night and gave him five hundred yuan as compensation for the damage to his cornfield.
"Enough, enough, these corns are not worth much, a hundred yuan is enough." Uncle Tang took the cigarette from Qin Feng, thought for a long time and was reluctant to light it, and took out his old cigarette.
The pot started to smoke.
Although they say that corn is not valuable, farmers are still very distressed about the damage to their crops when they are about to harvest their fields. In the name of delivering water, they actually want to come and see the crops.
Uncle Tang glanced at the field several times and found that Qin Feng had only cut off about fifty or sixty corn stalks, and then he felt truly relieved.
Qin Feng took a ladle and took a sip of the spring water that Uncle Tang picked up, and said with a smile: "Uncle Tang, thank you, this mountain spring water is so sweet, and even this water is very valuable in the city..."
"Professor He, don't make fun of people in the mountains. This water is flowing everywhere. What is it worth?"
Uncle Tang laughed when he heard this, knocked the smoke pot in his hand on the stone, and said: "Professor He, you guys should be busy, I will put the water here, just bring the bucket back to me in the evening.
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"Okay, Uncle Tang, I will bring it back to you."
Qin Feng gave Uncle Tang the remaining half pack of cigarettes and sent him out of the field before turning back and walking back to the cornfield.
"Brother Feng, you are so awesome!"
Seeing Qin Feng come in, Leng Xiongfei gave Qin Feng a thumbs up and said: "I have been here for two days and I didn't even dare to enter the village. Brother Feng, you are here, and others are just beating gongs and drums."
Welcome, it’s really incomparable!”
When Leng Xiong came here to rob the tomb, he brought seven or eight hard steamed buns with him. It took him two whole days to get through a robbery hole. It was really miserable.
But following Qin Feng, not only did they have wine to drink and meat to eat, but when they used Luoyang shovels to explore the tomb chamber, there were actually people who came to bring water to drink. Leng Xiongfei estimated that their group of tomb robbers were definitely treated the best after several visits across the country.
Already.
"Feizi, no matter what job you do, you have to use your brain. To put it another way, tomb robbing is archaeology, but one is an official and the other is private..."
Qin Feng said disapprovingly: "The place we are standing now should be the main tomb chamber. There are six robbery holes in total. I don't know if those bastards left anything for us in the early years!"
As he spoke, Qin Feng couldn't help but have a look of resentment on his face. The size of this tomb is not small. It is a typical Tang Dynasty tomb. There are six tombs in the front and back, covering an area of more than one hundred square meters.
But above these six tombs, there are actually twenty-eight robbery holes, and there are six main tombs alone. In this case, how many things can be retained in it depends on Qin Feng's luck.
Already.
"Brother Feng, I went down from the side room over there once. There were two dead people inside. There must be a mechanism down there. Maybe some good things can be left behind."
Leng Xiongfei changed the topic, looked at Qin Feng with some doubts, and asked: "Brother Feng, how did you determine that the main tomb is at our feet?"
Leng Xiongfei asked himself and knew some tips on how to guard the tombs, but he could only roughly locate the location of the tombs by looking at the wind and wind. The specific trend and distribution of the tombs, Leng Xiongfei's eyesight went dark.
"Feizi, your grandfather still doesn't want you to take this path."
Qin Feng laughed when he heard this, pointed to the ground, and said: "In Chinese medicine, there are four words of "look", "smell", "ask", and "cut". The same applies to these four words in the tomb robbing business.
words.
The so-called "looking" means looking at the spirit. Whenever you go to a place, you must first check the terrain to see where the ancient tombs on the ground that have been sealed and destroyed are located. The ancients must look at Feng Shui when building tombs, so Feng Shui is used to guide the location of unmarked tombs on the ground.
It’s certain, it’s almost 100% accurate.”
Having said this, Qin Feng paused, squatted down and grabbed a handful of soil in his hand, handed it to the tip of Leng Xiongfei's nose, and said: "Smell means smell, Fei Zi, smell what this soil smells like, and what else does it smell like?"
What’s the difference in the soil?”
"I can't smell it, Brother Feng. I don't have that ability. Even my grandfather can't do it. Isn't this a bit bragging?"
Leng Xiongfei shook his head. He had heard from his grandfather that experienced tomb robbers could tell the smell of cooked soil from the smell of the soil, and thus judge whether there were tombs underneath, but Leng Xiongfei did not have such ability.
"Bragging? That's because you haven't seen it before. It doesn't matter. As long as you can tell the difference..."
Qin Feng curled his lips and said: "This mature soil is almost a thousand years old, but it has been dug out and buried several times, and I can't smell it anymore."
When You Zai was his teacher, Qin Feng had dabbled in all these martial arts. When Zai taught Qin Feng how to distinguish smells with his nose, he used various methods to make Qin Feng almost lose his sense of smell.
Now, although Qin Feng cannot reach the level of sniffing the soil to judge the era like Zai Shi, he can still smell some clues about the soil of the Han, Tang, Song, and Ming dynasties.
"Brother Feng, ask... I know, please tell me about Che." After hearing Qin Feng's words, Leng Xiongfei said. It's not that he has never heard of Wang Wen Wen Che's statement, but he just doesn't understand it very well.
This "asking", to put it bluntly, is very simple. It means that the tomb robber turns into a Feng Shui master and talks with some local elders about the past and present, and obtains information and directions about the ancient tomb from the conversation.
Just like Qin Feng spent the whole day wandering around the village yesterday, seemingly doing nothing, but in fact he knew exactly which household had dug something out of the ground.
"Qie Zi Jue is the most important among the Four Zi Jue."
Qin Feng's inheritance from the robbing family was very complete, and he also wanted to pass it on to Leng Xiongfei. He immediately said: "Qi in Chinese medicine means feeling the pulse, but when it comes to tomb robbing, it has three meanings..."
Qin Feng bent his right index finger and explained to Leng Xiongfei one by one. The first level of meaning refers to how to find the right direction to dig a hole and enter the coffin in the shortest distance after discovering the ancient tomb.
This kind of skill requires not only rich experience in tomb robbing, but also a keen sense of observing things.
Those who are good at this method often determine the position of the coffin and coffin quickly according to the direction of the terrain and veins, just like taking someone's pulse, and then drill holes from the slope to the head and tail of the coffin in the tomb to steal the burial objects.
This is also one of the most important skills of tomb robbers. The reason why Qin Feng was able to determine the location of the main tomb chamber was because he knew the context of this Tang Dynasty tomb.
As for the other two meanings of "che", they are skills learned after going to the tomb and in antique appreciation. Qin Feng only briefly mentioned it to Leng Xiongfei and did not go into details.
"Brother Feng, I really don't understand anything when I'm with you, so... let's forget about the two-part affair."
After listening to Qin Feng's words, Leng Xiongfei felt a little ashamed. Only now did he know how much advantage he had taken from the 20 percent that Qin Feng gave him.
"Feizi, what belongs to you is yours. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be able to find it here."
Qin Feng shook his head and said: "I know what you mean. It's okay to follow Xuanzi and me in the future, but Xuanzi and Yuanzi have a store, so that has nothing to do with you. You can take part this time, too.
It’s like leaving some extra money for myself.”
After taking Leng Xiongfei with him for a few days, Qin Feng could see that Leng Xiongfei, who had grown up with his grandfather, was still a little simple-minded. As long as he was kind to him, he would be someone who could show his heart to the other person.
Although Leng Xiongfei is not very specialized in tomb robbing, Qin Feng discovered that he is still somewhat talented in fortune telling. As long as he has more experience in the world, he is afraid that the little fat Xie Xuan will be in front of him in the future.
, and it’s just a waste.
"Brother Feng, I have no father or mother, and my grandfather has passed away. From now on, you will be my relatives!"
Leng Xiongfei could clearly feel the sincerity in Qin Feng's words, and his eyes couldn't help but turn red. Since his grandfather passed away, he has no relatives in this world. Qin Feng's words made Leng Xiongfei feel a strong feeling in his heart.
Intense warmth.
"Brother, what are you talking about?"
Qin Feng smiled and waved his hand. When he was about to speak, his ears suddenly moved. He stretched out his hand to push away the corn stalks in front of him and said with a smile: "It's Yuanzi who's back. Let's go and pack your things. We have to do it tonight."
Got to work..."
Everything is afraid of long nights and many dreams. It has been more than two days since Qin Feng came here. He is afraid that the office director of Baoshi will be arrogant and if he asks about the graduate class again, everything Qin Feng has done before will be ruined.
Wearing help.
So Qin Feng sent Li Tianyuan to the market early in the morning and asked him to buy hundreds of dollars of wine and meat, and prepare to invite Village Chief Tang and others to drink.
Almost all the young and strong laborers in this village have gone out to work. As long as the dozen or so old men in their 50s and 60s who are left behind are subdued, won't this big tomb be left to Qin Feng and others to claim it at night?
Qin Feng's ears are very sensitive. When he and Leng Xiongfei had just packed up the Luoyang shovel and other items, the van driven by Li Tianyuan also stopped at the edge of the field. (To be continued. Please search Piao Tian Literature for better updates on the novel. Faster!)
