"After your father died, it was from here that the ashes were sprinkled into the Yellow River. Xu Beiwu responded.

Sun Zhongyuan was silent for a while, helped Xu Beiwu set up his things, and then knelt down facing the Yellow River.

"The dead are greater. Xu Beiwu also knelt down.

Xu Beiwu stated the past and the current situation, then stood up and silently lit a cigarette.

Sun Zhongyuan didn't know where to start for a while. Both times his life story came to the surface suddenly, which caught him off guard. First it was snowing on the plain, and then it was Gongsun Yang. The twists and turns are bizarre and incredible.

Just imagine, if Gongsun Yang hadn't found him before he died ten years ago, and entrusted Xu Beiwu to Gu, then he might have a different life.

In the end, Sun Zhongyuan only said four words: Dad, don't worry!

Then, with three knocks, he strode back.

Xu Beiwu nodded slightly, did not speak, and followed behind.

To Xu Beiwu's surprise, Sun Zhongyuan did not return to the village, but followed the mountain path to the top of the highest mountain nearby, overlooking the Yellow River.

"Master, why did my father sprinkle his ashes on the Yellow River instead of burying them?"

Xu Beiwu, who followed to the top of the mountain, shook his head, "This is his last wish, and I don't know the specific reason." ”

Sun Zhongyuan didn't ask any more, and turned to look to the northwest, "This place seems to be not far from the Yellow Emperor's Mausoleum." ”

Xu Beiwu nodded, "Huangling County is in the northwest direction, about three hundred miles away. ”

The wind came from the northwest, and the turbid water of the Yellow River whimpered alone.

Sun Zhongyuan lit a cigarette, "Master, what do you think next?"

"Go back to Chang'an first and go find Kuang Laohu!" Xu Beiwu said, "Then discuss it and let the Dragon Lord and Lao Luo come over." ”

Sun Zhongyuan nodded yes.

The two then descended the mountain. Before I reached the village, I met a flock of sheep on the mountain path. The old man who drove the sheep was about seventy years old, his face was red, he was wearing a leather jacket, and he was holding a cigarette pouch.

Yellow earth, white sheep, old man with northwest style.

Seeing this scene, Sun Zhongyuan couldn't help but take out his mobile phone and take a few photos. It's really good, it looks beautiful.

The old man didn't recognize his life, and stepped forward with a smile, "Are you filming me in the future?"

"Old man, come and see, it's beautiful!" Xu Beiwu opened his mouth first.

The old man came up and looked at it, "Well, no, can you give me one?"

When he came up to take a look, Sun Zhongyuan suddenly noticed that the pendant hanging from the cigarette pouch under the cigarette stick was actually a white jade piece!

The jade piece is rectangular, but it is very small, at most two centimeters high and one centimeter wide, with a hole in the middle, which is worn on the cigarette pouch with a rope, like a small legue.

On the four sides of the jade piece, there is vaguely scribbled handwriting, which is depicted with extremely fine yin lines, intermittently, if there is nothing.

Sun Zhongyuan's face changed, and Xu Beiwu couldn't help but follow his gaze, and his eyebrows couldn't help but raise slightly.

"No problem, old man, I'll send you a copy of your phone. Sun Zhongyuan said to the old man.

The old man took out his mobile phone, but it was a straight old man machine, "Hou Sheng, this doesn't seem to be able to look at color photos!"

"Yes. Sun Zhongyuan thought for a while, "That's it, it looks better when it is washed, I will wash two for you, you leave an address, I will wash it out when I go back, and mail it to you!"

"What's so embarrassing about this, washing photos, and postage, and not letting you break the bank?" the old man was a little embarrassed.

"There is not much money, it's okay, old man, it's fate to meet it. ”

The old man nodded and said the address of the village committee, "Write my name on the back, and I'll get it." ”

Sun Zhongyuan wrote it down with his mobile phone before he said to the old man, "Old man, can you let me see the little jade piece on your cigarette pouch?"

"What's wrong with this?" the old man untied the cigarette pouch from the cigarette stick and handed it to Sun Zhongyuan along with the jade piece.

Although the jade piece is small, the jade quality is extremely lush, the hand is slippery, and under the closer look, the engraved handwriting is really a jumping knife gossamer!

This is the Gangmao of the Western Han Dynasty!

Sun Zhongyuan glanced at Xu Beiwu again, and Xu Beiwu nodded slightly.

Gangmao was a famous accessory in the Han Dynasty and was used in a wide range of materials. But the most precious thing is jade, which is worn by princes and generals.

The words engraved on the gang mao, the name is called the book, and the first sentence is generally "the first month of the new year is just the yang", so it is called the gang mao. Four faces, generally eight characters per side, a total of thirty-two words. Because there is a time requirement for the production of the rigid mao, the lettering is a very fine yin line, and often even the knife jumps the knife, so it is called the jumping knife hairspring.

This kind of craftsmanship looks a little sloppy at first glance, but when you taste it carefully, it has a different kind of beauty.

The jade Han Dynasty Gangmao, Xu Beiwu has actually seen a lot. However, the jade species are very different, and the rigid material of Hetian jade is, of course, a middle and upper grade. And the white jade in Hetian jade, the texture is so delicate and pure, it is the best!

Unexpectedly, an old man herding sheep in a mountain village was hung on a cigarette pouch and used as a pendant!

Sun Zhongyuan looked at it while pondering how to open his mouth to buy it, but the old man opened his mouth first, "A ball stone, but it's also beautiful, you like to take it!"

"Huh?" Sun Zhongyuan waved his hand again and again, "Old man, how embarrassing is this?"

"What's this, don't you still want to wash the photos for me? I originally wanted to take you back to the village and give you two catties of good mutton!" the old man smiled, and there was no pretentiousness in his eyes.

"One yard to one yard, you little jade piece, I am ready to buy it at an open price!" Sun Zhongyuan said.

"What do you buy, buy it! I picked it up on the edge of the Yellow River a few years ago, and it didn't cost anything. ”

"Picked up?"

"Yes, that year when I was digging river sand, I went to help, went down with a shovel, and dug out three small jade pieces, in addition to this, there was also a little jade man, a small spoon! The little jade man was yellow, wearing a hat and a robe, and there were three small horizontal bars on his face; the little spoon was green and had two bases. These three small jade pieces are all holes that have been pierced up and down!"

As soon as Sun Zhongyuan heard this, the little jade man that the old man said must be Yu Weng Zhong, and the little spoon with a base was Yu Sinan. This is a common three treasures of the Han Dynasty to ward off evil spirits. Since they were dug up together, they should be of the same year.

"What about the two?"

"I played with my two grandsons, but then I lost them!" the old man said, "This little jade piece, that is, I wore it on the cigarette pouch, has been hanging and is still there." ”

Sun Zhongyuan thought for a while, "Old man, these little jade pieces are all antiques." ”

"Antiques can't be eaten for dinner. Didn't you say it, it's fate to meet, anyway, I picked it up for nothing, and I said I gave it to you, can I change my words?"

Sun Zhongyuan still wanted to speak, but Xu Beiwu spoke, "Brother, in this way, we do want this thing, but we can't ask for it in vain, this is not a photo wash, two jujubes." As for you, make a price, otherwise we will not be sure. ”