In my impression, the grandfather of the slag is called Zhou Yunsheng, I have always respected the old man, his family is a very ordinary farmer, just three rooms, the main house, the side house and the grocery room, the old man lives in the main house, the living room and bedroom are not big, and it is very simple, with old furniture, the family eats around a small square table the size of a palm. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info is the study is particularly exquisite, there is no cave in the sky, a water of simple wooden furniture, the wall hung high portrait of the holy master Confucius, two tables, one is the old man reads and writes every day, and the other is for the slag and Linglong to study.

What impressed me the most was the room of books, now in retrospect, it should be quite valuable old books, many of them are dilapidated, no wonder the old man every time he flips the book is like playing with treasures, some shelves of books are strictly forbidden for us to touch, the slag of this cheap paw is not less than the old man's board.

The two of us walked along the dark road of the countryside, and the slag was very interested, helping me to recall the places where I played when I was a child, and it didn't take long to arrive.

If it weren't for the slag to stop and tell me, I would really go straight over, because what appeared in front of me was a standard modern farmhouse, which can be said to be brighter than most of the houses in the village, although it was still a bungalow not as good as the small second floor in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, but this cement floor, white ash yard, has shown that the owner has already been out of poverty and entered a well-off.

I was surprised to be let into the yard by him in the proud expression of the slag, and when I entered the house, I found that the layout had not changed, it was still the same rooms, and the furniture was already modern except for the study.

Slag first took me to incense the old man's tablet, and then accompanied me to go around each room, but the door was locked in the side room, which was the delicate boudoir, and only she and her girlfriend had the key.

Back in the living room, Slag was clearly waiting for my compliment, and I did give a thumbs up in admiration.

"When I saw you today, I saw the big wrench on your thumb, just now there were a lot of people, tell me, how much does this antique cost?"

Slag suddenly squinted his eyes, like a weasel smelling incense, and it took a while to open it, and his eyes lit up and pulled me to move the table, set the side dishes, take the wine, and said straight in his mouth that he finally found a reassuring person and spit out his heart.

After two sips of wine, the slag took off the wrench and handed it to me, I looked carefully under the light, and was about to learn the language in the TV series to pretend not to understand, I didn't want the slag to snatch it and fall to the ground, and suddenly fell into several petals. My heart is tight, this guy won't be drunk now, and he will make trouble after drinking, right?

"Hehe, don't be surprised, it's just a fake for dozens of dollars, you think I don't know? But I have to take it with me, so that people will look down on me and say that I will burn buns when I do a little business, you know? My brother is hiding this, but my old man can't use it now, Linglong will definitely have to spend money to go to school, this wealth can't be hidden, just conform to the spring breeze of reform and opening up, just be a nouveau riche, haha! ”

"Your brainless words make me confused, why are you hiding clumsy, and the old man's set, what does this have to do with Linglong's school?!"

With tears in the corners of his eyes, Slag looked back at the portrait of his old man and sighed.

"Brother, I'm so happy that you came today, I fell in love with you when I was a child, grandpa likes you even more, you left six years ago and never came back, I was 17 years old at that time, I finally know what grandpa and uncle do for a living, tomb robbery and treasure hunting!"

My jaw was about to fall in surprise, is this still the kind old man I remember? Although poor, but a washed cloth gown is meticulously dressed, the green silk on the head is combed to the back of the head, the wise eyes every time they see us children are exuding kindness, the most important thing, the old man is full of economy, ancient calligraphy, Chinese allusions, and even physical chemistry that is at hand, the whole group of polite master style, why did he suddenly become a tomb robber today?

Seeing my surprised look, Slag laughed.

"Don't say it's you, I was shocked half to death, although I hate the old man to control me, but his old man is in my heart, that is a master, full of poetry and books, but not ask for an official and a half-job, the county and the city also invited my old man to go out of the mountain to do research, but the old man declined, someone came to ask for advice, and they all knew everything. At that time, the hermit in my heart was like this, and I didn't think that in the winter of 17 years old, I saw another side of the old man for the first time. ”

In the winter of six years ago, the village was covered with snow and the weather was freezing cold, every family burned the fire and the cat shrunk at home, and the slag was arranged by the old man to go to the town to buy some food during the day, that is, roast chicken, liquor, pig's head meat, belly silk, roast duck and the like, the slag felt strange, but how could it suddenly be so extravagant during the New Year's holiday, but the old man went back to the study after his instructions, and the slag guessed that there were distinguished guests coming to the door, so he came to the village non-stop.

In the evening, the slag carried a few bags of food before returning to the house, and saw that the two uncles were also in the house, and there was an elderly stranger sitting next to him, dressed in a very solemn suit, because there were often people from the city to visit the old man, so the slag didn't think much about it.

The two uncles beckoned Slag to set up a large table in the living room, went to the back room to bring out a few jars of liquor, handed the food to the aunt to heat, and called Slag to sit next to the old man.

The old man is dressed very formally today, and even the Mao suit that he is reluctant to wear on weekdays has been taken out, and he sits on the main seat without saying a word and closes his eyes to recuperate, but with his understanding of the old man, he knows that the old man must be thinking about a lot of things in his mind now, and the occasional sigh seems to form a huge contrast with today's extravagant meal, isn't this a joyful thing?

In winter, it gets dark early, and the rest of the people close their candles and go to bed early, and the old man orders to light candles and start the feast. The aunt set the meal and withdrew, and the slag poured liquor for the two uncles and three strangers, but the old man motioned for him to pour it too, and this was the first time that the slag was allowed to drink liquor at home.

The old man raised his glass, looked at the slag with a solemn but kind face, and nodded to the two uncles and the stranger.

"Slag, when you were a child, you always asked me why I gave you this name, I always laughed and didn't say anything, and today my grandfather told you."

"Our family has been robbing tombs for generations, maybe tomb robbing is destined to hurt nature, so my father only has me, the only seedling, and the rest of the uncles either have no children or die young, so your grandfather always thinks about how to change careers to make other livelihoods, but the ancestors have been doing this for generations, and the knife rolls in the soil, and the rest is not understood."

So, the old man was sent to study since he was a child, but the family also had to have a livelihood, the tomb robbers were far less rich than the novels written, the coffin made a fortune, all kinds of things in the tomb have a reason, a lot of dark weapons involved in the royal family, leaking the light is the big crime of killing the head and punishing the nine clans, fortunately, in the last years of the Manchu Qing Dynasty, a large number of foreigners poured into China, all kinds of leases have become a good place to sell stolen goods, the Qing government can only do work at the source, so, in the face of tomb robbers, they are often severely punished and punished to set an example.

The old man originally had three uncles, one of whom was caught on the way to rent a dead weapon, and in order not to involve the whole family, he simply committed suicide by swallowing gold. Even if the person is dead, the Qing government still carried out Ling Chi on the corpse, it is conceivable how dangerous the living environment of the tomb robbers was at that time, this is not counting the mixing of the green forest road, in short, this industry has always been like a thief, on the surface it is said how mysterious and magical, in fact, it is all blood and tears.

Although the old man was sent to study since he was a child, the blood of tomb robbing in his bones has always existed, and he is young and vigorous and always wants to make a difference, plus he knows how to read and break words, is talented, knows all kinds of historical books in his chest, and follows the British missionaries to study Western studies, which has added a lot of advantages to the family's tomb robbing skills, and at the same time, various means have also been learned.

However, when his father was dying, looking at the old man's frightened expression, it was like thousands of evil spirits coming to seek debts. In the end, his father only asked for an oath before he took a breath, and the future generations gradually made a decent living, and the means were not passed down from the old man and grandchildren, and no more graves were dug up.

The old man solemnly kowtowed and swore that the old man could close his eyes. At that time, the old man had become a private school gentleman, which was of course a disguise of identity, but aside from this layer, the old man was indeed interested in Chinese culture, and all the artifacts related to written books and ancient sayings in the tomb were not allowed to be sold, and the money obtained from the sale of stolen goods was partly used to help the poor, and some of them were used to buy various books, so the ancient tree remnants left by the old man were priceless.

Later, Japan's aggressive ambitions were clearly revealed, and the common people lived in famine, extreme poverty and death in the Republic of China, so the old man made a plan early, took his family to Guangdong, and gradually transferred some of the spiritual weapons that could be taken away through friends in the green forest, and then dug a secret passage under the kang to make a mechanism, and buried the remaining treasures of the spiritual weapons in the secret room, and all this was done by the old man alone, that is, his son did not know.

When everything was arranged, the old man locked the house and handed over the key to my uncle, who kept the key and helped them take care of the old house, and it was more than ten years.

In the years in Guangdong, the old man's two sons have never had an heir, and they can't even give birth to a daughter, he is anxious, and he has thought about completely giving up tomb robbing, but the whole family has to leave money to live, and at the same time he has done these dirty things in this life, and the cause and effect are destined to be difficult to pay off, counting on the two sons to continue the incense, it is estimated that it is difficult, because after the death of his father, the source of returning to his old business is here, but he did not break his oath, because his grandson was not born after all.

Later, the Japanese invaded, all the tomb robbing camp stopped, only the chain of selling stolen goods barely maintained, he came to the Mazu Temple, vowed to rebuild after the war, and vowed not to rob the tomb again, only to have a grandson.

Maybe Mazu is destined to appear, to give this back the tomb robber a surprise, on the eve of liberation, the old man continued, actually gave birth to the slag father at the age of 48, and then there was slag and Linglong, because he personally robbed the tomb of the business of life, so, the old man gave his grandson a nickname, called slag, which means that there is no more value, but we can not forget the ancestors, as for the granddaughter, we must be out of the bad luck of the Tufuzi, like a thousand years of ancient jade as exquisite and noble.

After the liberation, the old man took the whole family back to Bazhou, although the old house has been dilapidated, but the objects in it are the same, thanks to the care of my uncle, even if the Japanese soldiers are stationed, the uncle also arranges for his own children to live in, so that the Japanese do not feel that there is anything strange about this house.

After returning to the village, the old man still changed back to his old clothes, perhaps because his wish was fulfilled, and since then he has been at ease to study and do research, and the two uncles have also been at ease to farm, but they do have no children in their lives, even if they remarry in the turbulence, they have not given birth to a son and a half daughter. Later, the slag's parents died in a car accident, and the old man was even more devastated, and the white-haired man sent the black-haired man, and he took more care of his grandchildren.

Slag recalled that the old man was always in a daze at Confucius's appearance, but he read the words of Buddhism in his mouth: "Karma, I suffered my youngest son, and I came to the world to go through it just to repay my wish." ”