Chinese The front of the stall was surrounded by countless onlookers, A, B, C and Ding and a large number of people eating melons.

Seeing the old and young crying into tears, they also pointed and poked one after another. Coldly, a middle-aged man quietly squatted down, touched a copy of the Sanmin version of Dream of Red Mansions and quietly withdrew, and ran away.

"Catch the thief!" came out one after another, making countless people present cry and laugh.

In less than half a day, a myth spread in the big market. A yellow-skinned and thin foreigner bought four sets of the most complete small picture albums of the Dream of Red Mansions for 1,000 yuan, worth more than 500,000 yuan.

When it was over, the outsider exchanged these small albums for a gilded and silver box. It is said that this box is the portable sachet ball of Emperor Ruizong Li Dan of the Tang Dynasty, and its value is comparable to the silver sachet with grape flower and bird pattern of Yang Guifei unearthed in Hejia Village, the ancient capital.

A proper first-class national treasure has no run. As the myth became more and more mysterious, the box was said to be Wu Zetian's golden book box for worshipping Mount Tai.

There is even more mysterious, saying that this golden book box is Li Shimin's golden box of Feng Zen. As a result, tens of thousands of Taobao and experts poured into the big market in just one day, which really made the big market live hard.

The big market also has a special and beautiful landscape. Many people, whether they are setting up stalls or Taobao, are wearing jackets, sunglasses and masks, and they are so cold.

Many people didn't find it, but they were sold by smart merchants in the big market and made a lot of money.

In late October, the temperature in Bianliang City dropped significantly, and the temperature at night was only seven degrees, accompanied by autumn rain, and it was bitterly cold.

Jin Feng made do with the pavilion in the back corner of Baogong Lake for a night, and set off before dawn the next day to go straight to a large town under Bianliang City.

Target, Ganjiawan. The location of Ganjiawan is on the edge of the Yellow River, and the mother river of Shenzhou civilization has made a big circle here, drawing a big question mark, and tightly enclosing Ganjiawan in it.

Today is the market of several villages near Ganjiawan, and the market of even numbers makes this place very lively.

The market is right in front of a school, and most of the people who come here to do business are small traders running back and forth from nearby villages and towns.

A van, a folding bed pulled out, and business was done. All kinds of clothes, shoes, bags, daily necessities, what do you want.

There are also many people who sell dog skin plasters, unlicensed dentists, kitchen knives, light bulbs and all kinds of strange things.

Amid the uproar, an unlicensed tricycle that was horribly old and leaking everywhere stopped outside the noodle shop opposite the elementary school.

In the bitter wind and rain, Jin Feng, who was covered in mud, got out of the tricycle and sneezed several times in a row. Here, Jin Feng spent 80 yuan to buy a camouflage uniform and liberation shoes, and threw the special bag that had accompanied him for several months into the village's garbage incineration site.

Changing into new clothes and shoes, Jin Feng walked into the village and walked to the edge of the Yellow River. The camouflage uniform was deliberately dirty by the river, and the liberation shoes poked a hole out.

After waiting to cross the river bank by private ferry, I walked along the path for more than half an hour and went up a small dirt slope.

With a sweep of his eyes, he was instantly shocked by the scene in front of him and gritted his teeth.

"A generation of scenery and a dragon. ”

"Dead land!" A great feng shui in front of me, the mouth of the draft is in the Yellow River, and the mountain is going east and west, and there is a natural dragon that jumps away here and ends up here.

The left and right case mountain guards form a natural green dragon and white tiger, with the bending Yellow River, with natural water Wang, sitting in this hole, will send five generations.

However, on the back mountain, an iron tower of 500,000 kV was planted to nail the little dragon to death.

In front of the knot, there is another telecommunications base station, and the front and back attacks slash this excellent dragon's lair treasure to the point that it is not formed.

Jin Feng closed his eyes in pain. Walking to the hillside without hurry, he casually took out a hoe in the field and carried it on his shoulder, and pulled out two large turnips.

On the slope of the hill, several large mounds of earth several meters high had been raised. Within two hundred meters of the perimeter of the large mound, a long cordon was raised.

Outside the cordon, there were two black-clad agents on duty. Slowly approaching, Jin Feng's heartbeat gradually accelerated, his head swayed, and he silently engraved all the environment around this place in his mind.

lit a cigarette and took a deep breath, held it in his mouth, and saw the figures of the two agents getting closer and closer, but Jin Feng calmed down.

He carried two large turnips in his hands, and a hoe stained with mud on his shoulders. His clothes were covered with mud, his feet were still a little muddy, his skin was dark, and his face was full of wind and frost.

At first glance, it is a two-ball old bachelor in his thirties who has not yet married a daughter-in-law in the countryside. The two agents glanced at Jin Feng coldly, with a hint of contempt in their eyes.

Jin Feng smiled and handed a large radish to a special agent, and stepped into the cordon without the slightest pause.

The secret service's eyes swept over Jin Feng's shoes, looked at Jin Feng's distant back, and said to another colleague.

"There are too many singles in Ganjiawan. The bride price of six catties and six taels can't buy a girl. Another agent said

"The way of the world has changed. In the future, I want my wife to have five daughters. ”

"Then you didn't sit and eat. ”

"Hahaha......" crossed the cordon, went up the slope, glanced at the big mound at random, and had a base in his mind, and then bypassed the mound, and his eyes suddenly opened up.

This is the site of an excavation of an ancient tomb. The archaeological site is about 200 square meters. The archaeological site is in the shape of a ladder, with a total of three steps, and at the bottom is a large tomb.

The tomb has not been dug up yet, but some rotting wood and some fragments of utensils have been seen. On the grave of the big tomb, there are people from ten miles and eight towns standing around, men and women, old and young.

These are all to see the excitement. On the four sides around the grave, there is a green-clothed agent. Standing upright, holding a 95 assault rifle in his hand, his immature face with a touch of seriousness, staring at the grave grave.

The weather was cold and overcast, with light rain pouring down, and water accumulated in several places in the pit on the bottom floor.

On the halfway slope, the terrain is relatively flat, and there are several field marching tents. Outside the tent were two large red stickers that read

"Ganjiawan Archaeological Group Office. ". In the half-open tent sat seven or eight old men, drinking tea, reading books, and two playing chess.

It was late autumn and early winter, and the river breeze on the edge of the Yellow River was blowing and whirring with rain. The rain drifted up obliquely, hitting the onlookers, and the cold made many people sizzle and gasp for air, turn around and leave.

Whenever you encounter the excavation site of the ancient tomb, it will definitely attract a lot of people to see the strange and strange.

This is also a major feature of archaeological excavations in China. When the tomb of Marquis Yi came out, the crowd of onlookers alone was thousands.

If it weren't for the green-clothed secret service town, it would have almost caused a riot. Jin Feng put down his hoe, propped his round head on his chin, and squinted at the three stairs of the tomb.

Jin Feng looked at the soil. But all tombs, whether they are large tombs or small tombs, mausoleums, mounds, and tombs, have a hurdle that cannot be avoided.

That's the soil. After digging the grave and then putting the coffin down, it will be backfilled after it is finished, and the excavated soil will generally be used for backfilling.

This involves the difference in soil quality. Many wealthy people and officials would make some rammed earth on their graves, which would be fundamentally different from the original earth.

There are also many princes and emperors who will make some articles on their tombs, waterproof and anti-theft, add grass and wood ash, glutinous rice, stones, gravel, lime, wood and other things.

These rammed earth and sealed soil are one of the important bases for archaeologists and tomb robbers to identify the age of the tombs. The famous Luoyang shovel is the use of this principle.

Connoisseurs only need to look at the layer of rammed earth to determine the age of the tomb by the difference in the color, hardness, texture, and inclusions of the soil.

At the top level, you only need to smell the rammed earth layer to know which dynasty's tomb it is. The soil here is divided into two layers.

The top layer is the cultivated soil layer, and the lower layer is the cultural layer. The cultural layer is the abbreviation of the tombs of various eras stacked together.

The things contained in the middle layer of disturbed soil are very complex, and it is particularly important to test the eyesight and strength. After seeing these things in front of him, Jin Feng already had a ten-ten-percent foundation in his heart.

You only need to give yourself seven hours to get the most important thing out of it. But now I can't do anything about it.

The tomb is clearly stolen. Slowly, Jin Feng squatted down and looked at the grave in a daze.

The rain slowly soaked his clothes, cold to the marrow, and piercing to the bone. A few elderly men around smashed homemade cigarettes, and the smell of smoke wafted out far away, with a touch of sweetness.

"Daddy's donkey dropped. The blind man has made a lot of money this time. "Cat flutter Chinese