But the next day was not a good day, the sky was gloomy, and there was a strong wind of five or six degrees, and as soon as I went out, the dust was covered with dirt. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info Maybe it's not because of the work holiday, there is no one in Blacksmith Alley, it's deserted. I walked along the blacksmith alley according to the direction told by He Liu, and when I was about to the end, I saw the inconspicuous little shop, Lan Shuzhai, the font of the signboard is vigorous and powerful, smart and spiritual, but it is a good word. The store is very new, elegantly decorated, exquisitely furnished, very cultural, but the opening is a little smaller, some dim, and the lights must be turned on in the daytime, but it is also different from ordinary shops, and it is very eye-catching in the alley. There was only a young man and a middle-aged man dressed as a migrant worker in rustic clothes talking. The middle-aged man's face was dark, but there was no blood on his face, and every time the hand holding the cigarette came to his mouth, there was some unconscious trembling, and the cigarette ash fell down, making it all over his pants. The man looked up at me, but he didn't have any expression, and asked, "What do you like?" and the price is absolutely fair", but he gave the middle-aged man a look, and the middle-aged man got up, picked up the big snakeskin bag at his feet, and went to the hut in the store. The guy changed his smile and walked over. I wanted to ask the guy to help call Shijie, but when I thought that the guy and the middle-aged man seemed to be making a deal just now, I didn't want to show my identity immediately, so I thought about it first and saw what I could do.

I saw that there were many things from the people's cellar on the Bogu shelf, which were not high-quality, but there was a small bottle of black pottery with a very unique shape, so I pointed to the guy and asked for the price. When the guy heard this, he immediately praised my good eyesight and told me that if you want to talk about black pottery, the best ones are in Shandong, and if you are in Taiyuan, you really can't find anything better than this. Ask him why he is so sure? The guy smiled, this thing came out of the Yuci cellar, collected by a wealthy coal and iron merchant in the Ming Dynasty, and was buried in troubled times, although it was not an official kiln heavy weapon, but the condition was first-class and good. I laughed in my heart, after so many years, Shijie's ability to make up stories has become stronger and stronger. The Ming and Qing dynasties and Jin merchants are a kind of existence similar to the imperial merchants, rich and rival the country, bury some gold, silver and jewelry, I believe, this porcelain vase and clay pot was not worth much at that time, what is the use of burying it? It must be that the origin of this thing is not clear, make up a story to bluff people. I stopped gossiping with my buddy and asked him to call Shijie and say that a friend surnamed Zhu in Beijing had come to see him. When the guy heard me mention Shijie's name, he paused for a moment, was a little surprised, looked me up and down again, and then went to the side to make a call. However, the middle-aged migrant worker in the back room listened to my words, came out to take a look at me, whispered a few words to the guy with an expression of a ghost, and went out in a hurry. I thought about it carefully, I had never seen this man, but how did I think he seemed to recognize me?

On the phone, Shijie asked the guy to keep me, saying that he would rush back immediately. The guy listened to Shijie's solemn tone, hung up the phone, made me tea, and began to talk with me in the east and west, but the words were a lot true. It turned out that this store was opened by Shijie a year ago, and this guy is still a distant cousin of Shijie, mainly looking at the store, the one who left just now, surnamed Feng, is specially for the store to receive goods, delivery, mainly in the countryside of Shanxi. But he has many roads, a wide range of doors, and is familiar with the business of shopping for goods, and it is all up to him to support the store. I laughed secretly in my heart, see that this person is not like a person of light, when I came, I heard the owners of the alley shop say that Shijie they did the thing of touching gold in the field, it seems to be true, the middle-aged farmer is a smell of earth, a very heavy corpse gas, this is not three or two days can be practiced, there is a saying called "touch gold for three years, lungs and soil stones", think to come and coal kiln miners, are high-risk industries. I remember that Fang Mojin told me that there was a guy surnamed Feng who went down to Jingzi Lane with him, who seemed to be named Feng Si, could it be that he was the one he just bumped into?

At noon, Shijie hurried back to the store, but he carried a few plastic stores and a bottle of Xinghuacun, and his signature smile was still on his face. To be honest, when I came to Shanxi again, I was angry with Shijie ten years ago, embezzled a sum of public funds, and finally the studio broke up very lightly. Especially after that, I did the market management work, and I spent a lot of time on the wine table and dinner, with a smile in front of people, and scolded the street behind people, and I also had a little more understanding of Shijie's behavior at that time. After all, it was difficult for him to pull customers, negotiate contracts, and ask for money, and it was not an exaggeration to be a little selfish, but his always hidden character magnified the little things. When we met again, I was embarrassed, the two of us were in the hut in his shop, opened the wine, drank, at that moment I really felt back to the small courtyard of the sweet water garden, sitting under the jujube tree, two dishes, a glass of wine, no desire and no quarrel.

The door of the hut in the middle is not big, but the inside is not small, it looks bigger than the shop outside, mainly put more than one person high, row by row of shelves, but the strange thing is that the things on the shelves are wrapped in newspapers or sacks, can only see a silhouette, how inconvenient is it to find things? But after all, I have something in my heart, and I don't think that I came all the way to the future just to catch up with the past. But as he deepened his city, he only talked to me about the old accident people in those years, but not about his current business. I tried to get the topic over the hook a few times, but he cleverly avoided it. However, wine is really a good thing at this time, and China's wine table culture is mostly criticized by foreigners, and it is always associated with corruption and utilitarianism. As everyone knows, the sincerity of the Chinese is mostly in the wine, and the wisdom is also in the wine. There is persuasion and respect, forgetting etiquette and forgetting feelings, after three cups, people have no distance or near, in order to explore the roots. The process of drinking, even if it is a reunion of old friends, is also a gradual and deepening pace, and the wine is in place, so there is nothing to talk about. Luckily, Shijie's amount of wine didn't grow much, and we were half-dry, and he was already on his face, and I knew it was time for him to answer the question.

I also had a lot of experience in the past two years. Whether others are willing to tell you the truth or not depends on the way you communicate with him, you seem sincere, he is not too fake, you know a lot and share with him, he always subconsciously has to add something to you, and his heart is at peace. I took the matter of He Liuzong's jar first, Shijie was a little surprised to hear that I knew He Liuzong, and when I knew that we also dug up the three-headed tomb beast, the jar caused a lot of spirits, and it can be seen that Shijie is making up his mind. I will have to add more fire, so I poured out all the thoughts on the intersection between me and Fang Mojin in Beijing, the story of Haiyanjing and Xuanmen in Beijing that Chang Ye told me, and Chang Ye's views and judgments on the jar, but when I finished speaking, he became more and more calm. sighed, as if talking to himself, I just wanted to talk to you about the past, but I didn't expect you to know so much, don't tell you, you came all the way, always thinking about it, tell you, it's really not good for you. This time, I knew that it was useless to talk too much, so I just smiled and looked at him.

Shijie filled my glass with wine and slowly opened his mouth. In fact, before coming to Taiyuan, I had made sufficient mental preparations and made different assumptions, but after listening to Shijie's story, I knew that these were all useless efforts. It's completely out of my mind, and I really wish it was just a story.

The last time Shijie saw Fang Mojin was a few months before I was drinking with Fang Mojin in Guozijian. When he and Li Chan returned to Beijing from Jinnan, they contacted Fang Mojin, and wanted to return the three-headed tomb beast, even if they got back a little money, it was better than leaving an evil thing around them. But he couldn't get in touch all the time, and Fang Mojin seemed to have evaporated from the world. Soon after, Shijie fell out with a few of us, and Ah Chao and I moved out, leaving him alone in the courtyard of Sweetwater Garden. But since he was haunted by nightmares in Jinnan, Shijie basically didn't sleep well at night, either insomnia or nightmares, and he lost a lot of weight. There was no way, so he drank a bottle of Xiaoer every night before going to bed, which was better. One night in the early winter of '95, before Shijie could drink two taels, he was sleepy and went to bed and fell asleep. In the second half of the night, he was suddenly awakened by a knock on the door, he came out in his clothes, opened the courtyard door and saw that it was Fang Mojin.

Compared with the last time Shijie saw him, Fang touched Jin and lost a lot of weight, his muscles and bones were erect, as if he was about to break out of his skin, and his spirit was even more shrive, and he could fall down at any time. Fang Mojin rested in the house for a while, drank another cup of hot tea, and then told Shijie that he took people down to the old mansion in Jingzi Lane, and everything he encountered was basically the same as what he told me when he was drinking in Guozijian, the slight difference is that Feng Si, who went down the well together, did not go crazy, and after making a fuss for a while, it was normal, but the person became very muna, and his reaction was much more sluggish. Liu San is not bone cancer, it is necrosis of the femoral head, and he has undergone surgery, so it is not very convenient to move. Why is there such a difference, I didn't think about it at the time, the story I heard before and after Shijie was put on hold for almost a year, maybe something happened after that, right?

Fang Mojin came to find Shijie, or to pull Shijie into the gang, Jingzi Alley folded his bald head, Liu San was inconvenient to move, and Fang Mojin urgently needed manpower. Regarding the return of the three-headed tomb beast mentioned by Shijie, Fang Mojin was full of promises, but recently he was a little tight on hand, this time he went to the ground and picked up the things, Shijie could get a little more. Shijie will be being chased by the debt collection of chickens and dogs, this way to make money, is still a little tempting, so he asked Fang Mojin where to go to the ground, Fang Mojin smiled and told him, Shanxi Jinnan, there is a place called the doll grave, there is a Tang tomb below, the specifications are very high, he has stepped on it, and he can do it in the spring. As soon as Shijie heard that it was Jinnan, his head immediately became bigger, and he hurriedly waved his hand, and told Fang Mojin what he had just happened with Li Chan in Dahuaishu Village, Jinnan, and the strange thing was that Fang Mojin listened very carefully, and asked Shijie a lot of questions in the process, especially about whether Li Chan's cousin was surnamed Zhao, and repeatedly asked for verification. After Shijie finished speaking, Fang Mojin no longer insisted on Shijie's joining. Only let him be responsible for shipping in Beijing, and the three-headed tomb beast gave it to him, he went to deal with it, and there was another matter, please ask Shijie to help.