When I heard the name, I was shocked. Unexpectedly, Zheng Guoqu's family was somewhat involved with Fu Gui and Huang Kewu, and even had a big enmity with the Huang family.

According to my thoughts, Zheng Hu should know some things about Xu Yicheng, so he bought the bronze mirror from Fu Gui and tried to find clues. As a result, Huang Kewu suddenly made a move and wanted to seize the bronze mirror, so he used means to kill him. But Zheng Guoqu's words immediately denied my conjecture: "The bronze mirror was just bought two years ago, and someone told me that this thing will be of great use if you put it in your hand." ”

"Who is it?"

"I don't know." Zheng Guoqu said confusedly, "That person is an old customer of mine, but he only communicates by phone, I have never met him, and it is very refreshing to give money." ”

I wanted to ask again, but Zheng Guoqu interrupted me impatiently: "You asked about the same, what about my things?" Is it written? Zheng Guoqu walked straight over, grabbed the manuscript paper and glanced at it, and was furious: ", what the hell are you writing about!" ”

I don't blame him for being angry, I wrote the encrypted "Su Ding Lu", which is a precautionary measure. I told him about the encryption and then said that the password would not be given to him until I was safe to leave the village. Zheng Guoqu glared at me angrily, as if he wanted to tear me apart, but at the end he still put down his fist and said in a deep voice: "Keep writing!" ”

The two of us were in a stalemate, when we solemnly pushed open the door and ran over with a panicked face: "Oh no! The woman from the Huang family entered the village with the police! ”

"So fast!"

It was only three or four hours before and after, and Huang Yanyan had already brought someone to the door. With her meticulous mind and strength, I am afraid that the roads near this village have been blocked. Zheng Guoqu sneered and pointed at me: "Old Seven, you take him to the pit, don't come back before dark." ”

After speaking, Zheng Guoqu put the things back into the small box and held them in his hands, without meaning to hand them over to me. But I don't care, what I want is clues, not artifacts.

Solemnly pulling me to leave, I pulled my arm and said, "Don't be like a prisoner, I won't run." Zheng Guoqu coughed lightly on the side, and Zheng Zheng had no choice but to let go of his hand and lead the way in front, and the two of us left the house.

In the distance, I could already hear sirens, and it seemed that there were more than one. The villagers of Zhengbei are fierce and have been operating fraud for many years, and they are used to this kind of scene and have rich experience in struggle. Seeing the police coming, the people in the village didn't panic much, they did what they had to do, and they didn't even bark the dogs. I followed behind Zheng Zheng and twisted around the labyrinthine village road, trying to remember the way at first, but then I was completely dizzy. Solemnly taking me, and somehow getting there, skillfully avoided the interrogating police, and left the village in the other direction and into a nearby mountain col.

The col is very secluded, from the outside it is just a hillside overgrown with luxuriant locust trees, without any traces of man-made construction. As soon as we passed through the locust forest and climbed the high slope, the view immediately changed. From the top of the slope inward, under the shade of the locust tree, the entire slope abruptly collapses into a small depression basin, like a small volcanic crater.

At the bottom of the "crater" is a flat area with several improvised sheds on it. In front of the shed, there are three or four two-meter-square pits, all covered with wooden planks. There are all kinds of bronzes scattered around the pit, including jue and bang, pot and plate, and even two big and a small ding. All of these things have the same characteristic: the surface is smooth, and at first glance it looks like it has been newly created, which is very different from the quality of the real thing that hangs on the rust of bronzes.

He solemnly led me to a workshop and pointed to a marching bed inside: "You can stay here first." "I noticed that the color of the pit soil was very different from the surroundings, it was a dark brown and had a slight sour smell." Over here...... Is it where you get rusty? ”

"Hmph, the boss really values you, and few people in this pit village know about it." He solemnly moved a bench and sat down next to me, his tone a little unhappy. He didn't say no, apparently indirectly.

I let out a "groan" in my heart, and said that this time I was in trouble.

There is a crucial process in the process of bronze counterfeiting, which is called "pit rust". Bury the newly made bronze ware in the pit, bake the pit soil hot, pour in old vinegar, and then bury it with soil, and in a few days, you can bite out the rust that is exactly the same as the old one. With the addition of different chemicals, the rust style is different - Zheng Guoqu wanted my "Su Ding Lu", one of the purposes was to find out if there was a unique recipe for pit rust.

At the same time, the pit rust is also a key evidence for the police to determine that the cultural relics are fake. Without this process, it is not illegal to cast bronzes; Only when it is found that there is a pit rust will it be considered a deliberate fraud. Therefore, every counterfeiting den, the rust workshop is extremely secretive, and it is easy not to show it to others. Now Zheng Guoqu actually let people hide me in such a hidden place, either because he was too relieved of me, or he didn't plan to let me leave.

This guy is really ruthless and decisive, and he doesn't drag his feet in the mud.

I lay down on the camp bed and began to squint and doze. solemnly took on the duty of surveillance, and did not dare to sleep, but seeing me so leisurely looked, I gritted my teeth with hatred. He sat on the bench, looking very agitated.

"Ahh

I suddenly sneezed and rubbed my nose: "Why is it so cold here?" ”

"." Pouting solemnly, it was about one o'clock in the afternoon, although most of the sky at the bottom of the pit was blocked by lush locust trees, but the sunlight was very full, and it was warm on the body.

"Really, it's not that cold, it's cold." I folded my arms, rolled over, and muttered, "Could it be that the tomb is really a ......?"

As soon as he heard the word "ancient tomb", his ears immediately pricked up: "What did you say?" I hurriedly waved my hand, indicating that I didn't say anything, but solemnly became suspicious. He didn't get anything today, and he was holding a sulk in his heart, and he was very sensitive to these words.

He asked again and again, and I had to ask helplessly: "Have you ever been to the tomb today?" He replied solemnly, "Go down, and I will open the stone door of the tomb." I let out an "oh" and asked, "Did you still move anything in there?" ”

"There's no bullshit in it, and it took a long time to dig out that little bit of broken things." Said solemnly and hatefully.

I shook my head and said no, you must have touched something else. solemnly anxious, he said that he would dig up a total of three things, and there was no more. I asked, have you ever touched the remains? He solemnly spat on the ground, changed his uneasy posture, and said that it was just a few dead people's bones, what was the big deal.

I shook my head: "It's late, it's late." When I heard this, my eyes widened, and I was asked what was late. I looked at him meaningfully, put my hands behind my head, crossed my legs on the marching bed, and said, "Let me tell you a story."

"I heard from a friend who was fighting on the rivers and lakes that once upon a time, there was a group of tomb robbers who went to dig up the tomb of a nobleman of the Chu State in the Spring and Autumn Period. The one who took the lead entered the burial chamber, but accidentally destroyed the remains in the coffin, and threw the bones all the way. He took the weapon and happily climbed back, but when he was one meter short of the entrance of the thief cave, he couldn't climb up anyway. Seeing that the sky was about to dawn, his partner was also anxious, and took a flashlight to shine down, this photo was terrible, and saw that on his back, I don't know when there was a long-haired woman, her face was pale, her back was arched high, and she was stuck in the thief hole. The hole was so narrow that he couldn't turn around, so he could only throw the artifacts down one by one, and throw them one by one, and the woman's back would be flattened by a point. It wasn't until the utensils were thrown that the woman's back straightened up, just clinging to the man's back. The man was so frightened that he was desperately trying to climb up, when the woman whispered something in his ear. ”

"What is it?" Zheng Zheng was completely attracted by my words.

"I'm done paying the weapon, and it's time to settle the account for my bones."

The solemn expression instantly became very frightened, he fidgeted, and even glanced back.

"It's a little cold?"

Zheng nodded reluctantly.

"I'll tell you why it's cold. Whenever you go down to the tomb, you will bring something unclean, especially if you provoke the resentment of the tomb owner, it is even more terrible, just like the tomb robber. Luckily, there was already a thief hole in front of us, so it wasn't that dangerous, but there was a problem......"

"What is it?" Zheng asked anxiously.

"Where we're both staying." I pointed to the top of my head, "The locust tree is the wood of the five yin, which can accumulate yin qi and create a yin house. This slope is full of locust trees, and it can be said that every tree is a coffin. The two of us came with yin qi, surrounded by thousands of coffins, and there is a big pit here, what kind of omen do you say this is? ”

But everyone who plays antiques is a little superstitious - especially the tomb robbery, the superstitious psychology is especially heavy, no matter how bold you are, there will still be a little fear in the subconscious. Don't look at Zheng Chonggui as the shopkeeper, you still can't get rid of this psychological barrier. He was induced by me layer by layer, and his face turned pale.

Just at this time, a gust of wind blew overhead, and the locust grove made a low rustling sound. Intentionally or unintentionally, I glanced at the rust pit next to the shed and muttered, "I don't know how big this pit is, and whether it can fit two coffins." ”

He got up from the bench solemnly and yelled at me, "You don't scare people there!" I turned my face slowly, but my eyes looked behind him, and said leisurely: "I guess, the planks that sealed the mouth of the pit are also made of locust trees, right?" ”

Zheng Zheng's face turned pale. This kind of rust pit is usually covered with wooden boards when not in use to prevent rain or dust, and allow the chemical agents to ferment naturally. The longer a pit is used, the more chemicals accumulate in the pit soil, and the better the rust biting effect. Therefore, there is a saying in bronze counterfeiting, called "old pits are like old soup".

There are locust trees all around, and I guess the wooden planks used for sealing them should be made of local materials. The locust tree is a coffin wood, and this pit is relatively large, with wood and soil, and the tomb has just been robbed in the morning, which is easy to make people have bad associations. Under my constant psychological suggestion, Zheng Zheng felt more and more uneasy. He walked up and down the hut a few times, and was so impulsive that he spat on the ground and stamped his foot to the largest rust pit, and leaned down to move the covered plank.

"I advise you not to open it." I said coldly.

"Lao Tzu is not afraid of these evil things!" Zheng shouted. He gritted his teeth, raised his hands, lifted the plank, and looked inside. It was too late, it was too soon, and I seized the opportunity to jump behind him and give him a thrust. Zheng Zheng was caught off guard, and the whole person fell to the bottom of the pit with a thud.

"What did you do if you made a wish?!" Zheng raised his head in panic and shouted.

This pit is rusted on medium and large appliances, so it is dug very deep, about two meters. Zheng Zheng's stature is not high, and after he falls in, he has to raise his hands high to barely touch the edge of the pit, and he can't use his strength. There is no stepping in the pit, and the inner wall is not suitable for climbing. If no one helps, it will take a lot of trouble for him to climb up.

I glanced down at him from the mouth of the pit and said nothing. solemnly realized that he had fallen for me, and began to scold loudly in the pit, the content was nothing more than "Zheng Guoqu can't spare you". I ignored him, put the lid back on, and brought a dozen or so unfinished bronzes to the top, and I was afraid that it would not be enough, so I dragged the marching bed over. In this way, unless someone from the village sends someone to find him, he will never be able to climb up on his own.

After finishing the solemnity, I patted the soil on my body, slightly identified the direction, and hurriedly left with the dragon tattoo.

Whether it's Huang Yanyan or Zheng Guoqu, I don't want to have too much to do with them. Now that I have received a key piece of news from Zheng Guoqu, what I have to do is to seize this opportunity to get away from Zheng Bei Village and get a chance to act alone.

I was not familiar with the terrain in this area, and I had to avoid the people of Zheng Guoqu, the police and Huang Yanyan, so I did not dare to walk along the road, so I could only cross the crops, and several times I even accidentally broke into someone's orchard and was almost bitten by a dog.

Finally, on this day, the yellow calendar said that it was suitable to travel, and the police and Zheng Guoqu were confronting each other, and they couldn't care about other places for a while. I stumbled and ran to an unknown village before dark. As soon as I inquired, I found that it was more than ten miles away in the northwest direction of Zhengbei Village, and about 40 kilometers away from Anyang City.

At this time, it is time for Zheng Guoqu to discover the solemnity at the bottom of the pit. So I didn't dare to stay longer, the villages here are closely connected with each other, and if any little daughter-in-law or eldest aunt has more words, it will reach Zheng Guoqu's ears. I found a local fellow, promised him ten yuan, and rode his farm tractor all the way back to Anyang.

After arriving in Anyang, I gave all the money on my body to my fellow villagers, and I only had a dragon pattern lord and ten yuan that I couldn't sell, and I couldn't return to the hotel. I found a pay phone, administered medication or made a call. Before I had an accident, Big Brother put medicine on me.

"Hello?" Otherwise, the voice on the phone was very impatient and looked particularly anxious.

"No, it's me."

"Holy shit! Daxu, you actually ......" The voice in the microphone suddenly became high-pitched. I quickly interrupted him: "Shhh ”

"Yanyan is going crazy looking for you!" Medicine or shouted on the phone. I was silent for a moment: "Is she next to you?" ”

"No, she is still confronting Zheng Guoqu in Zhengbei Village." Otherwise, the medicine explained the situation in a nutshell. After Huang Yanyan escaped safely, he reported to the police at the nearest police station to the place where the incident occurred, and then contacted the medicine in Anyang. More than a dozen police cars from Anyang City rushed to the ancient tomb under the leadership of Huang Yanyan, where they found no trace of me and Zheng Guoqu, so they turned to Zhengbei Village. Zheng Guoqu took out a bunch of human and physical evidence to prove that he had never left the village, and the police did not want to continue the investigation, but Huang Yanyan refused to leave, and the two sides have been facing each other until now.

Yao Ran said: "You should contact her quickly, I have never seen her in such a hurry." "I sighed secretly in my heart, I don't have any guilt about the Huang family; But for Huang Yanyan, I have a sense of regret.

"Listen, if you really treat me as a buddy, don't leak my news to anyone, not even Yanyan and your grandfather."

"Huh? What do you mean? "Medicine, otherwise, I am puzzled.

"I have to go to a place alone, as for where it is, don't ask, anyway, I'll be back within the deadline."

"You're too boring, aren't you? This kind of thing will also carry me! ”

"Time is tight, I can't explain that much to you. Anyway, you just believe me, I won't joke with my grandfather's reputation. Seeing that I was serious on the phone, Yao Dang agreed in a reluctant: "Okay, buddy, I'll believe you once." What else do you want me to do? ”

"I need you to do two things. First, prepare more cash and wait for me at the train station; Second, if you help me keep an eye on the movements of the Huang family, I will contact you regularly, and tell me at any time if there is any trouble. ”

"The Huang family? You mean, there's a problem with smoke? Otherwise, his breathing suddenly became short.

"It's hard to say now, just do what I say!"

"By the way, over there, Ju Liu, aren't you going to say it?"

I pondered for a moment and replied, "Yes, don't mention it over there." "Liu Ju is mysterious, I can't figure out his thoughts, I don't want to alarm him too early; Fang Zhen is an old criminal investigator, and his position is high, if he gives them a breath, it is estimated that Liu Ju can get me out of the ground with a phone call.

At this stage, let Zheng Guoqu carry the black pot on his back and shield me from the wind and rain in front of me.

That night, when I came to Anyang Railway Station, I saw Yao Ran standing on the platform from a distance, dressed in red and holding a white envelope in his hand. I cocked my collar and pulled my hat down—the last penny I had paid for my train ticket—and watched carefully for a long time, making sure that there was no police ambush around, before I approached.

Soon a train came into the station, it was a train to Xuzhou, and it only stopped here for two minutes. I silently walked behind Yao Ran, patted him on the shoulder, and Yao Ran looked back and saw that it was me, and I was stunned. I quickly grabbed the envelope from his hand and jumped onto the train. The flight attendant slammed the door behind me.

I waved at him through the window, and I opened my mouth to say something, but I couldn't hear it clearly. When the train left Anyang Station, I pinched the envelope, which was thick and had a lot of money. Otherwise, the medicine is quite reliable in this regard.

This train is slow and stops when you see the station. I didn't make much of a stop, got off at the next stop, Tangyin, and then changed to a long-distance bus and sat all the way to Xinxiang. That way, even if the medicine accidentally leaked out, they wouldn't be able to figure out where I went.

I transferred from Xinxiang to Zhengzhou and bought a bus ticket to Xi'an overnight. I went to Xi'an once, and that was when I was a child, when my parents took me along, and I didn't even find the terracotta warriors at that time. At that time, my parents were taking students on an inspection, and I had no one at home, so they simply took me with them. I ran from one museum to another, and I forgot what I had seen, except that my mother broke a whole bowl of minced mutton steamed buns for me, and ate them very sweetly. I also took my mother's hand to the Qianling Tomb, the Big Wild Goose Pagoda, and Huaqing Pond, and climbed a small half of Huashan Mountain with the help of my father's group of students. It was one of the few happy memories I have.

Wait a minute.

In my memory of Xi'an, I can't find my father. I couldn't fall asleep in the sleeper all at once, and searched desperately in my memory, but I couldn't remember where he had gone. In addition to eating and playing, Xi'an's memory is his mother and those students, and his father seems to have an impression only when he arrives and leaves.

Where the hell did he go?

An astonishing thought came to my mind: could it be ...... He went to Qishan?

Qishan is a very crucial location for the mystery of Xu Yicheng.

From the information that Zheng Guoqu revealed to me, we know that Qishan County was the starting point of the entire expedition in 1931. And a month before Xu Yicheng and Kido Yousan set off, Zheng Hu came here to create a bronze related to Guan Gong for Xu Yicheng. I don't know if Zheng Hu and Kido Yusan have met, but the thing he cast related to Guan Gong must be closely related to the disappearance of Xu Yicheng and Kido Yusan.

And I have another piece of information in my hand, one that only I know. In the notebook of "Su Ding Lu", it was mentioned in the preface that this notebook was made by a master of the Publications and Books Department of the Weijing Academy. Weijing Academy is one of the five major academies in Shaanxi during the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China, located in Jingyang, and the Publication Office is its subordinate, which is an early publishing institution in Shaanxi and has published many new books.

I checked the relevant information, and the Weijing Academy was merged into the Hongdao School as early as the 28th year of Guangxu, and the Publications Office was also abolished. Some of them have been privately owned, and they have been engaged in binding in the Republic of China, and they are still named after the Taste of the Classics - and this publication office is located in Qishan.

Individually, these two pieces of news are meaningless. But when they are studied together, the two threads converge at the intersection of Qishan. This is where they set off and where notes are made. I think that in order to solve the mystery of 1931, Qishan is bound to come - which is why I want to go it alone.

It is not far from Xi'an to Qishan. Maybe my father came to Xi'an to go to Qishan to deal with something. Although he never mentioned the past of the Xu family in front of me, I can feel that those things have always haunted me, and he has never forgotten them. The "repentance, repentance, repentance, and remorse" he left before his death must have something to do with it.

I found a former student of my father in Xi'an, and I was also one of the students who came to Xi'an for the first time. He told me that Professor Xu did leave the team for about three days, saying that he was going to meet an old friend at a nearby county cultural relics bureau, but he did not mention where he went. I asked him why my father suddenly wanted to come to Xi'an for an expedition because his major was not field archaeology. He couldn't say why, only that this expedition came very abruptly, and it seemed that Professor Xu himself advocated it, and the travel expenses were all paid out of his own pocket, and there was no cost of walking from the university.

It sounds like my father was planning to go to Qishan from the beginning, and the Xi'an expedition was just a pretense.

Before I left, the student asked about my parents' rehabilitation, and sighed for a while, saying that Professor Xu was the best and most low-key teacher he had ever seen, and such a person was actually brought to life in "**".

"Professor Xu's rectification was particularly abrupt, and overnight, a big-character poster criticized him appeared, and the payment was Mao's ** Thought Combat Team. At that time, the crowd was excited, and no one thought about it. Later, I asked around and found out that they didn't admit that they posted it themselves. Later, when the house was raided, no one knew who started it - because all of Professor Xu's students knew that he had never had any personal hiding. He told me.

I nodded, I had investigated all these situations, but nothing came of it, so I had to blame it on the confusion at the time of "**".

With a stomach full of questions, I first headed west from Xi'an to Baoji, then turned back to the west, and took a short bus to Qishan County. Here, I am not only looking for my grandfather's footprints, but also looking for my father's traces, and for a while I feel that the burden on my shoulders is heavy.

Qishan is located on the inland side of the mountain, which has not been blown by the spring breeze of reform and opening up, and still maintains a quaint style. There are not many high-rise buildings in the county, and the streets are mostly horse-drawn carriages and bicycles, and there are few cars to be seen, and the majestic Qinling Mountains can be seen in the distance. However, I dare not underestimate Qishan, which is known as the hometown of bronze, and has produced national treasures such as Da Yu Ding and Mao Gong Ding, and its cultural heritage is not inferior to Henan. At the beginning, we were in charge of the gold and stone industry, and Qishan was definitely one of the important towns, so it is not surprising that my grandfather and my father chose to come here.

But there is one thing I can't figure out, the local bronze level in Qishan is also very high, why didn't my grandfather Xu Yicheng borrow Zheng Hu from Henan to cast a statue of Guan Gong?

I found a small hotel in the county town to stay, ate a big bowl of Qishan Zhenzi noodles, rented a bicycle, and then planned to go to the local cultural relics bureau first. But when I rode to the gate of the Cultural Relics Bureau and was about to lock the car, I saw a familiar figure at the door.

Kana Kido!

I hurriedly locked the car and ducked by the doorpost, feeling terrified. This woman didn't stay in Beijing, why did she come here?

Kana Kido wore a light green short suit and a cool hat this time, like a very professional field archaeologist, which was very different from the bookish atmosphere when I saw it in Beijing. There were also three men who followed her out of the Cultural Relics Bureau, who seemed to be the leaders of the Cultural Relics Bureau. They talked and laughed loudly, and walked away, and got into a Santanari together.

Before she boarded the car, she seemed to sense something, and glanced over to this side, intentionally or unintentionally, so frightened that I quickly retracted my head.

"Hey, what are you doing here?" The old man of the porter saw that I was suspicious and came over and shouted. I was startled, for fear that Kana Kido and the others would hear me. The old man dragged me by the sleeve reluctantly, and I saw that Santana was far away, and then I turned around and explained that there was something wrong with the people from the Cultural Relics Bureau. The old man insisted that I show my ID, otherwise he would call the police. I was in a hurry, took out the dragon pattern and said, "I'm here to donate cultural relics." ”

As soon as the old man heard this, his attitude immediately changed, and he enthusiastically took me into the mailroom, and poured me a cup of hot water, and there was some tea powder floating on the water. The old man said that in the past, the peasants had a high consciousness, and they dug out something in the field and donated it to the state, but now they are all sold to those antique dealers, and the Cultural Relics Bureau cannot collect a few cultural relics in a year.

I replied casually, and my heart was open. Kana Kido told us that Yuzo Kido did not leave any information about his trip in 1931. But she is now appearing in Qishan for no reason, which shows that at least in this matter, she lied. Kido Yuzo must have explicitly mentioned in Japan that Qishan was the starting point of the blank in 1931. So when we went to check the line of Fu Gui and Zheng Guoqu, she secretly came here by herself. This woman, her own little abacus is really loud.

Now in this small Qishan County, the two of us have become competitors. I don't know how much information she has in her hands that I don't know, but I also have exclusive secrets in my hands, and she is in the light and I am in the dark, and the two are evenly matched.

The old man saw that I was fascinated by me, and called a few times. I came back to my senses and asked him if there was anything related to Guan Gong in Qishan County. The old man picked up the teapot and said proudly, don't look at him as a janitor, it is also the official establishment of the Cultural Relics Bureau, and he knows all the famous places in Qishan County very clearly.

The old man said that there are more than a dozen Guandi temples in Qishan, and asked me which one I want to see. I said that there should be no bronze statue enshrined, and it is relatively old.

The old man thought about it carefully, shook his head and said he didn't know.

I chatted casually a few more words, picked up the dragon pattern lord and wanted to leave, and the old man asked you if you didn't want to donate? I'll call you a researcher. I thought to myself that if I handed it over, it would be tantamount to informing the whole country that I was in Qishan, so I quickly found an excuse to slip away. As soon as I left the door, I was tapped on the shoulder. I was startled, and when I looked back, I saw that it was a stranger, wearing a pair of toad glasses, a floral shirt, and a little long hair.

He grinned and said, "Comrade, go to the Cultural Relics Bureau to donate cultural relics?" I didn't want to pay attention to him, I turned around and wanted to leave, but he quickly stopped me: "Is it that people won't let you in?" Hey, comrade, let me tell you, in this era, donations are made from time to time, opening up and invigorating, and the commodity economy. If you want to, donate to the country, and people will give you a certificate of merit for a few hundred yuan, which is great, you show me, and I promise to give you this amount. With that, he stretched out three fingers, hesitated, and then stretched out another one.

A smile welled up on my lips, knowing what was going on with this man. There is a special group of brokers, in Shaanxi, Henan, these antique provinces in the countryside and the door of the local cultural relics bureau wandering, see a local people holding things, go over to talk, even deceived at a low price - but in the eyes of the locals - buy it, as soon as it changes hands to Beijing, Shanghai and even abroad, the price has to be increased dozens of times. This is called a set of treasures, which is not much different from picking up leaks in essence.

In order not to be noticeable, I deliberately bought a set of coats worn by local farmers, which was more rustic. I guess this is a farmer who treats me as a treasure, so I put it together to be that set of rhetoric. I wanted to refuse him, but on second thought, it was better to take this opportunity to sneak into the Qishan antique circle and see if I could find more information. So I smiled at him: "I have a green thing dug up in the field, I want to see if anyone collects it?" ”

The man's eyes lit up, and the green weapon was either rich or expensive, and he hurriedly pulled my arm and said, "There are many people here, let's find a quiet place to talk." I got on the bike and followed him to the backyard of a small restaurant with a bucket of swill next to it. This person claimed to be Second Master Qin, and I simply gave a fake name and claimed to be Zheng Zheng.

I deliberately gave him a look at the Dragon, but I didn't let him see it clearly. Second Master Qin has a good eye, just looking at that corner, he knows that it is not ordinary. His eyes lit up at first, and then he tried his best to restrain himself, pretending to be embarrassed and said, "You thing, it's not very good, although it is an ancient product, it is obviously flawed." ”

This is an old trick of the treasure set. He first deliberately blamed an unreliable shortcoming, if you can't hold your breath and show something, it will be considered into his trap. When the time comes, he will see the price frustration, and his three-inch tongue can fool you into a daze, and finally sell it to him at a low price, and you have to thank him for being willing to accept this.

I took out the Dragon Pattern Jue, pretended to be in a hurry, and said, "How is it possible, I just unearthed it, and I can wipe it clean!" When Second Master Qin saw me like this, his expression relaxed, and he said seriously: "Xiao Zheng, this is not right, this green weapon has been buried under the ground for thousands of years, and it is all rusty and brittle." Antiques, antiques, people buy this rust. You wipe all the rust clean, so who else buys it? What do you think, if you skim off all the mutton, what else can you soak in the bun? ”

Listening to his nonsense, I put on a panicked look and asked what to do. Second Master Qin sighed and said that he didn't want to accept this thing anymore, but seeing that I was an honest person and more likely, he was willing to pay a hundred yuan to buy it. I secretly scolded this kid in my heart for being black-hearted, but on the surface I showed surprise and thanked him again and again. Second Master Qin stretched out his hand to get the Dragon Pattern Jue, but I stopped it.

"Can you take me to someone else?"

Second Master Qin saw that it was about to be obtained, and when he heard me say this, his face was a little stiff: "What is there to find here, those people are profiteers, and they will only take advantage of you." I hugged the dragon pattern jue: "Before leaving, my uncle said that this is a cultural relic, and it can't be exchanged for money, but it has to be exchanged for something." Second Master Qin was so angry that he was happy: "Okay, you say, what do you want to change?" I said, "Old books, old books from the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China, or the bronze statue of Guan Gong." ”

There are three notebooks connected to the library of the Taste Book Academy; The bronze statue of Guan Gong connects Xu Yicheng's whereabouts, and these two clues must be found.

Second Master Qin glanced at me suspiciously, feeling that a peasant in the countryside like me couldn't say such a thing. I quickly added: "My uncle said that." He was a gentleman who taught in elementary school, and he knew a lot. ”

"Then you just listen to your uncle and keep this!" Second Master Qin pretended to be angry and turned to leave. I froze and didn't move. Sure enough, less than a minute later, he turned back on his own: "Hey, forget it, I'm really good-hearted, I'll help you again!" I'll help you find the old book, and I'll exchange this knight with you, and you won't be allowed to give it to others. ”

"Hey! Ay! I nodded repeatedly.

This is the method of "borrowing hook fishing" used by Kana Kido. Now I also use it a little bit to borrow the Huang family's dragon pattern lord to catch the fish of Qin Erye. As long as this dragon pattern lord is in his hand, Second Master Qin has to obediently do what I ask.

Like the five veins, bronze and calligraphy and painting in the cultural relics market are two separate systems, each with its own set of rules. Qin Erye is a mixed bronze, and he is not particularly familiar with the circle of calligraphy and painting. He took me to a few small antique markets in Qishan, intending to get two random books to fool around, and introduced me to some unrelated sellers. There are a few old books that are sold in magazines of the first few years, such as "Wulin", "Popular Movies", "Rural Pig Breeding Handbook" or something. As for the bronze statue of Guan Gong, there are three or two on the market, but unfortunately they are all fake.

I was unmoved, just shook my head. The two of us walked for a long time, and Second Master Qin was really tired, complaining What are you looking for? I said that my uncle put forward two conditions: the books of the late Qing Dynasty and the early Republic of China must be printed locally in Qishan. Qin Erye finally found a calligraphy and painting shop of a small scale, and when he asked, he found that the books that met these two conditions were only those in the Reader's Office of the Weijing Academy, which was referred to as the Weiban Book, which was very cherished and rarely seen on the market. Second Master Qin glared at me and said that your uncle is quite knowledgeable, and I nodded again and again.

Qin Erye asked around, and came back to tell me that in the entire Qishan, there is only one person who specializes in collecting flavor books, named Ji Yunfu, who is a local cultural celebrity. It can be seen from his surname that his family is a Qishan family. Even after so many years of liberation, the Ji family still has considerable influence in Qishan. Second Master Qin sighed, looking a little embarrassed. I know what he's embarrassed about, if he goes to Ji Yunfu to ask for a book, he will inevitably take out the Dragon Pattern Jue - and as soon as the Dragon Pattern Jue appears, it will not be his turn to take advantage of Second Master Qin.

"The Ji family is not a cultural relics bureau, let you enter casually. Once you provoke him, the police can come to your door and arrest you. Or a different book? "Second Master Qin tried to scare me, but I wasn't in a hurry, I hugged Jue and said I'll find it.

Second Master Qin had no choice, so he had to pull me to dinner first, and he had a treat. I ordered a big bowl of oily noodles, and my mouth was full of food, and I smacked my mouth again and again. As soon as Second Master Qin went out after eating, his complexion suddenly changed, and he ran away with me. I was inexplicable, ran a few steps with him, and was intercepted by several big men. These people were dressed in a flowing manner, and their attitude was quite polite, and they greeted Qin Erye affectionately, and after a while, they invited the two of us to a nearby machine repair shop.

"Lao Qin, when will your money be returned?" The big man at the head sat on a tractor tire, dangling a wrench in his hand, and a piece of jade hanging around his neck. He spoke slowly, softly, but with a lot of pressure in it. Second Master Qin nodded, beads of sweat poured out, and said in a loud voice: "**, I'm looking for you." ** snorted coldly, tapped the side of the tire with a wrench, and waited for him to continue.

Second Master Qin's eyes rolled, and he suddenly pointed at me and said, "**, look, didn't I bring it to you?" ”