Tomb robbers have always been disgraced by the world and are not tolerated by the law, but there are still many fanatics who covet the treasures in the tomb, and even gamble their lives for this.

The fanatic Li Shan committed suicide in prison for fear of crime, and the rioters in the tomb robbery industry in Xiwen County are not stopped, and they are still rampant.

Our story begins in 1996 with a winery in Jiazi Village.

It was the spring of March, the warm spring breeze combed the small trees and shrubs that had just revealed their buds, and the bright emerald green followed the spring breeze to scratch their heads, sometimes bowing their heads and trembling, sometimes dancing with the wind.

There is a potholed road between the low trees, and at the end of the road is the sensational village of Koshi, an old village that has been converted into a sake brewery.

Outside the distillery, the big camphor tree, which symbolizes the prosperity of Jiazi Village, is waving in the wind, and a new sacred cow tractor is parked under the tree, and its lush branches and leaves are so dense that even the noon sun has not been able to slip down even a little.

Under the camphor tree, a young beggar lies horizontally on a cement curtain.

In this month of estrus, he is wrapped in a torn cotton jacket in winter, and shoes of different sizes hang from his feet, and even the color is red and black.

Unkempt and ragged, these eight words are enough to describe him.

He had come here the year before, and he hadn't moved or spoken for three years.

When people asked him, he was always whining and whining, and no one knew where he came from or what his name was.

He is such a mysterious beggar!

Of course, it is not easy to stay under a big tree for three years, thanks to the proprietress of the winery in front of her, if she hadn't always made some leftovers, the beggar's grave grass would be estimated to be three meters high.

The proprietress is very beautiful, better than Zhang Fang back then, with big eyes, goose egg face, when she walks, the black hair behind her is like having a soul, and the rhythm of shaking is always just right.

The proprietress is very kind, and always brings chicken and mushroom stew when the beggar is about to stay up, so that the young beggar can eat a delicious meal.

The proprietress lives a very delicate life, pays great attention to food, clothing, housing and transportation, and when she is fine, she will also talk to the people in the village and make some jokes that make people think about it.

Of course, such a delicate woman, her name must be easy to hear, Wu Yuanting - full of vitality, Tingting Yuli.

The young beggar sometimes secretly looked at her and fantasized about the infinite spring, which was not a shame for a man with strong blood, and he could be expected to show that he was still a man.

Today he moved a little and moved to the side of the sacred cow tractor!

When it was time for lunch, he stretched his neck, swallowed his saliva, and looked at the door of the winery expectantly.

If you think that beggars are lazy and full of spring, you are very wrong. There is a police station on the right side of the distillery, near the reservoir, and he is here, just to wait for an opportunity!

"Dash...... Da ...... Da ...... Da ......"

Wu Yuanting walked out with her chest held up arrogantly, her white pull-back shoes matched her fine steps, stepping on the cyan cement floor, and making a slow clicking sound.

Under the sun, she smiled like a life, holding a hot black crockpot, and she didn't know if it was easy to estrus in March, or if the sun was too much, anyway, she walked towards the young beggar like that.

"Come on, come on, my dead ghost is not at home today, there are many meals here, they are all fresh, you can make do with them!"

Yiren is on the side, the food is in front, but the young beggar is not shocked, as if the food originally belonged to him, stretched out his hand, grabbed it, didn't even say thank you, opened his mouth and started to chirp!

For the past three years, Wu Yuanting has left every time she has delivered a meal, but today, she decided to talk to the beggar.

Leaning her back on the big wheel of the sacred cow tractor, she was like a big girl, pinching the hem of her skirt and sighing a little shyly.

"Hey, sometimes, I really wish my man was you, no matter the wind or rain, always in front of you, do you know, how difficult it is for me to guard this house, hey!"

"Yes, I know!"

The young beggar's mouth was bulging, and he swallowed greedily while pulling indistinctly.

Thinking that it was a dumb beggar who spoke, Wu Yuanting was very surprised, her hand pinched on the hem of her skirt, she forgot to move, she was so nervous that she was breathing tightly, and she forgot the words for a while.

The young beggar ate quickly, and when the crockpot was bottomed out, he raised his black hand and wiped the grease off his mouth.

"Boom"

After burping and returning the jar to the proprietress he said, looking at the two little wild cats frolicking under the tree.

"I know, your man's surname is Song, and he is Song Yuying's younger brother and Li Shan's brother-in-law!"

Wu Yuanting gasped, thinking to himself that this beggar, either if he didn't open his mouth, he would be scared to death if he opened his mouth, how did he know?

Glancing at the grave bag outside the distillery, Li Shan's tombstone crawled with some dark green moss, and in the jar of burning paper money, the young shoots of weeds also bloomed a few emerald green petals.

"How do you know that it's not okay to be a beggar?"

Looking at the beggar with disgust, Wu Yuanting turned around and was about to go back, but the beggar stopped her.

"Hey...... Don't be a beggar, do you support me? ”

Wu Yuanting is very kind, and she also considered raising this young beggar in captivity and letting him help in the factory, but unfortunately there are too many things to scruple about in life.

"I raise you, do you like circles or cages, hehe......"

The young beggar stretched, opened his mouth and yawned, and said very presumptuously: "I don't like it, I like your bed!" ”

Wu Yuanting was stunned for a moment, covered her mouth and smiled, if she hadn't seen someone running over on the side of the road, she would have almost said what was in her heart.

The man was wearing a straw hat, his legs were covered in mud, and he was running with a lot of movement, and his footsteps and breathing were rapid.

The young beggar took one look, his face changed, and he sat down along the wheels of the carriage and looked at the sun in the sky in a daze.

The surname of the person is Zhu, and he has the same name as the ancient emperor, called Worm Ba, known as Twister, and is a stingy mud leg.

Wu Yuanting didn't want to be gossiped about, let alone pull and pull with Zhu Worm, because this person was too stingy, so she turned around and prepared to leave.

"Big sister, it's not good, my cow has an accident, you can help me call the police station!"

This morning, Zhu Worm Eight carried the plow and led the ox under the camphor tree, could it be that someone snatched the ox from his hands?

Shaking her head and thinking about it, Wu Yuanting smiled bitterly.

"Brother Zhu, don't be joking, your cattle didn't plough the fields with you, why did something happen?"

"Oops, I can't tell you clearly, go and call!" Zhu Worm was in a hurry, and ran forward in mud.

The beggar smiled and suddenly stretched out his leg and stumbled!

"Hey, hey,, hey, hey......" Zhu Worm fell to the ground with a puff, scolding in pain.

"The police station is in front, what kind of phone call?" The beggar scolded, got up and walked to the winery, and said, "Boss, borrow your phone!" ”

"What does he want to do?" Wu Yuanting was taken aback, looking at the beggar's back and not daring to follow......