The two fell silent again, and at that moment there was a commotion outside, as if many people were shouting.

Well? When I first arrived, there was no one on the street, and I thought they were all working in the fields! It's only two o'clock in the afternoon, and it's not time to go home! Thinking so, and in order to alleviate the embarrassment, I casually asked:

"What's the sound outside?"

"Oh! It is estimated that they have returned from the Yellow River! Wang Shengjia replied.

"The Yellow River? They...... Who is it...... What are you doing on the edge of the Yellow River! ”

"In the morning, I heard from a neighbor that someone fished some ancient porcelain jars in the river, and Uncle Zhang from the village worked in an antique shop in Henan a few years ago, and he said that these things were very valuable, so many people went to the river early in the morning." Wang Shengjia replied casually.

Ancient porcelain jars? Fishing for antiques?

This scene is so familiar! It turned out to be similar to the story in Wu Baocai's black box.

This is really relying on the river to eat the river, as the saying goes, "the antiques of the prosperous times, the gold of the troubled times", coupled with the broadcast of programs such as "Final Word" and "Treasure Appraisal" on major TV stations in the past two years, even teenagers know that antiques are a valuable thing.

I didn't bother to worry about it, so I went straight to the point and discussed with Wang Shengjia to go to Zhanhua to find Bo Daya.

Wang Shengjia's family only has herself, maybe it's because of her personality! I always felt that it was not appropriate for a lonely man and a widow to stay for a long time, so after discussing it, I hurried out of the village.

As soon as I walked to the bridge outside the village, I saw several neighbors walking from outside the village with flat poles.

"What are you doing here? Fellow. ”

Because of the experience of seeing the dam house some time ago, I became familiar with most of the neighbors in the village and hurried to say hello.

"Yo! It's been a long time since I've seen the boy! ”

I smiled and pointed to the heavy bags on both sides of the flat shoulder: "What are you carrying!" ”

"A couple of jars, fished up from the river." At this time, I recognized it, and it was Wang Yujue's old man who replied to me, looking at his grinning appearance, I didn't need to look at it to guess that the contents of the bag were good.

The Yellow River has a history of at least several thousand years, the entire history of Chinese civilization is related to this river, through thousands of years of scouring, the Yellow River also precipitates a lot of messy objects, most of which belong to waste, the downstream area is called "the Yellow River is broken", from the eighties to the early nineties, there is a special profession in our area called the Yellow River Wastelander, commonly known as "River Rake".

To put it simply, it is to make a boat, weld a few fan-shaped iron rakes, and then people stand on the boat, throw the iron rake into the river like a net, and wait until the iron rake sinks to the bottom, and then slowly "close the net".

Of course, eighty or ninety percent of the fish is useless, and sometimes even the iron rake is hung with broken stones, and people have to dive to the bottom of the water to "untie the net", after all, the iron rake is the object they eat, and they all cherish it very much.

A small part of the things that were caught were metal objects or other things that could be sold for money, and twenty or thirty years ago, the money from selling these things was much better than that of the farmer who only farmed the land.

Of course, the most valuable thing is the old object, although a pot and jar with an age can generally be sold for dozens of dollars.

The most valuable are some mysterious objects, especially ancient bronzes, I heard that a "river rake" in the village next door to us fished up a bronze figure, no more than 30 centimeters tall, and covered with patina - according to those who have seen it, it is a green copper bump.

For this inconspicuous thing, after he asked someone to sell it, he actually bought a Mustang 125 motorcycle, and there should be still money left.

At that time, almost no one cared about this kind of thing, and there were also "second-class dealers" who were responsible for selling "river rakes", and these people ate by eating the middle - in fact, most of the money was made by these people.

As for the mysterious objects that can be fished out of the Yellow River, there are many rumors, such as the fact that a transparent coffin was fished out at the end of the seventies.

It's just that in recent years, antiques and cultural relics have been strictly inspected in various places, and there are clear legal documents: all antique cultural relics in the underground and in the river belong to the state. Speaking of which, a funny thing comes to mind:

It should be said that in the area of Qufu, Shandong, there is a big family to move the grave, and as a result, a large number of antique cultural relics were dug up in the ancestral tomb, some of which are quite valuable and fully qualified to be placed in the history museum, so the local cultural relics department brought people to the door to ask for it.

Of course, the family disagreed, and even called the police, but the arm still couldn't twist the thigh, and later the cultural relics department exchanged a pennant and 500 yuan for the ancestor's things. Of course, like a few neighbors in front of you, fishing something from the river that is not an antique cultural relic, as long as no one reports it, the so-called relevant departments will not be much trouble.

When they returned to the water conservancy station, they suddenly felt the oppressive and dull atmosphere, Yao Liguo and the others all bowed their heads and drooped their eyes, and they were still immersed in the grief of Li Guozhi's tragic death. They wanted to scrape together some money and send it to Li Guozhi's parents, and I felt that I should do so.

Wu Jinghan knew that I was in a bad mood and was about to tell me to run away, and our relationship had been made public, so there was no need to care so much. As soon as I walked into the yard, I was greeted by a car with a Jinan brand.

The car stopped in front of the office, the door opened, and the person who got out of the car was an old man, who looked a little familiar, and it turned out to be Professor Song! How did he get here?

"Young man, you're recovering well!"

After Professor Song got out of the car, he smiled at me.

I know that after being bitten by the corpse of the woman in red, he saved me, although the moment I ate that bitter thing, I hated him so much that I greeted his eight ancestors, but the grace of saving my life cannot be taken seriously.

"Professor Song, why are you here?"

I hurried to meet him.

Professor Song is still in good spirits, wearing Nike casual clothes, but his face is a little pale compared to before.

"I heard about the national chronicles at noon, this is his life!"

I didn't know what to say, so I invited him to the office. Yao Liguo and the others also knew Professor Song and were very polite to him.

"Professor Song, it's not close to the estuary from Jinan! You are in such a hurry...... "I understand what Yao Liguo meant, Li Guozhi died today, and it was not a natural death, under normal circumstances, relatives and friends would not be able to see the body in the past few days, let alone hold a memorial service for him.

Professor Song replied slowly: "I am entrusted by others. ”

"Entrusted? Entrusted by whom? Yao Liguo asked suspiciously.

"National Chronicles! It's Li Guozhi! ”

With a "poof", the back of my head seemed to be electrified, and the pores of my body instantly tightened.

Tian Zhen and Yu Jin also stood up, and everyone looked at Professor Song as if they were aliens.

"Song ...... Professor Song, who did you say asked you to come? Yao Liguo asked again with a trembling voice.

Professor Song smiled bitterly: "Your stationmaster Li Guozhi! ”

Tian Zhen spread his hands and took two steps towards Professor Song: "Uncle, uncle, grandfather...... You...... You're telling a ghost story! ”