Lao Ma lives in an old yard under Qinglong Mountain in Boshan. On this day, it had just rained, and the road to Laomajia Hutong was very long, thirty or forty meters, and on one side was a stone wall more than ten meters high, and several huge sycamore trees grew out of the stone wall, covering half of the alley. The dripping raindrops will drip into the necklines of the two of them if they are not careful. The raindrops in autumn and winter are exceptionally cool.

On the other side of the alley is the courtyard wall of the residents. The courtyard of Lao Ma's house is at the north end of the alley, and the courtyard gate is a small iron fence.

At this time, Lao Ma was wearing a work uniform of labor cloth and was sitting on a bamboo chair drinking tea. As soon as he saw the two living treasures at the door, a trace of surprise flashed in the old horse's eyes.

"I didn't expect you to find me so quickly, do you understand the fan?" The old horse was happy with the two of them.

Lao Gang's heart is empty, oh, what other meanings does the fan have? "I thought you were using a fan to remind us where to find you."

"You didn't ask me where I lived, I thought you didn't want to know. Ask me, and I will not fail to tell you. The old horse had a strange smile on his lips.

"Can you say less? I can't eat much, and my brain is definitely not enough. "Lao Bo pulled Lao Gang aside." Old gentleman, what is written on the fan is a pair: smiling and embracing plum blossoms to welcome the green step, leaving red leaves to move the fairy. The inscription is the year of Yi Chou, and the painter's name is Yin Dan. ”

Lao Gang picked up the fan and looked at it carefully. This fan is actually very rough in workmanship, and it is produced in batches. After thirty or forty years, the paper has turned yellow and has lost a lot of toughness.

"If the guess is correct, this year should be 1985, and it will definitely not be 1925. What I have always been puzzled about is, what does this era have to do with fan paintings? There are two birds on the screen, one pecking at insects and one watching from the side, but it's autumn and the leaves are about to fall, does it make sense to peck at insects? The old man narrowed his eyes and waited for the old man to solve the riddle.

"Do you think it makes sense to eat? The meaning of eating is to fill your stomach, if you are not allowed to eat, what will you do? You think it makes sense for birds to eat bugs and protect trees, but they're just eating. The old horse laughed, "There is a good saying, people die for money, and birds die for food." That's what this fan means. ”

The old man was taken aback, "Then this fan is a big murderer, who would spend money to buy such a fan to go home?" ”

The old man was happy, "You just think too much, if two birds compete for food, it must be a big murderer, but if you learn to share, then everyone will have something to eat." ”

"Yes, to be a human being, you must first learn to share." Lao Bo immediately used the results of his study in the MLM class, and Lao Bo was once deceived by his classmates into a pyramid scheme rat nest, when he couldn't pay the threshold fee of 3,000 yuan, and ate someone else for a week.

Later, he was beaten out directly, and the old man yelled to go back, looking for the old classmate everywhere, asking to rejoin, but the old classmate just didn't dare to see him. This old classmate said everywhere that after the old stuffy gone, he jumped with them every day, sang and danced very hard, and ate even harder, and more than 30 people boiled a pot of cabbage, and he could eat half of it. Everyone else is there to suck and suck, and he's already starting to make soup.

Lao Bo's shameless behavior made the MLM uplines very big, and they directly decided to fire him. can be mixed like this, so to speak, Lao Bo is also a genius in China's MLM industry.

"Do you remember Ma Shangzhu? In fact, he should be called Ma Juzhu. The old man asked.

"Who's the Horse Wound Pillar?" Lao Gang looked dazed.

"You don't read the newspaper, please don't talk nonsense, okay?" Lao Gang looked at Lao Gang, his eyes blinking as if there was a thorn in it. "Ma Shuzhu is the first person to discover the Linzi martyrdom pit, he is a family of tomb robbers in Hebei, this matter, the whole Zibo, anyone who has read the newspaper in recent days knows. You are the only one who used my food money to order a newspaper, but you don't know about it. ”

"Hehe, you two, did you come to me to quarrel? I'm a horse wounded pillar. ”

"Ahh Aren't you 100 years old this year? "I read the report, and the archaeological expert in Zizi said that you were about 50 years old in 1964. ”

"I'm not that old, people can't eat at that time, I must have looked a little old, I was less than 30 years old. This year I just wasted 78 springs and autumns. I came to Zibo from my hometown in Hebei Province in the 80s, and I have always paid attention to the martyrdom pit. In 1982, with the approval of the State Administration of Cultural Heritage, Zibo City and Linzi District allocated funds to build the original exhibition hall of the martyred horses on the spot, and took waterproof, anti-corrosion and dust-proof protection measures for the horse bones, which was officially opened to the public in 1983. When I came back then, I paid for a ticket to visit. Ma Shuzhu said, taking out the 1985 visit ticket. After all these years, he has kept this ticket very well.

It's no coincidence that the fan is from 1985 and this ticket is from 1985.

Even if Lao Gang's brain is not good, now he understands that the old man is a very careful person and likes to collect old objects.

While the three of them were talking, Lao Gang looked around, and the courtyard of Lao Ma seemed to stop at some point in the past: all the old objects of the last century were within reach.

Lao Gang picked up a Panda brand tin flashlight, and when he was a child, he went to the thatched house alone at night, using the same flashlight.

In addition, Lao Ma entertained them to drink tea, using the kind of enamel tea jar that was common in the 80s, which was simply ugly and embarrassing, which made Lao Gang love it.

"Like it? To you. "Lao Ma gave the teapot directly to Lao Gang.

"Great, uncle, thank you, uncle, I also had such a tea jar when I was a child, and it made me smash. This time, I finally found it. "Lao Gang was almost in tears with gratitude." Old man, have you ever heard the old joke of 'old stuffy, old stuffy, cut (read ga) flesh to get married, don't cut or cut, cut two catties'? This guy is called Lao Bo, and generally Lao Bo is a very picky person, they are so slashing that sometimes they don't even want to say more - for fear of wasting spit. Therefore, when I got married, I didn't want to cut meat, but in the end, I cut two catties of meat for the sake of face. Marriage is a major life event, uncle, you see we haven't solved the major life events. I don't even want to cut the meat at this time, how much more picky is this? However, after Lao Bo entered the new century, the situation was much better, and he recently learned to cut meat in the stock market very easily, and sometimes, a cut of meat is ten or twenty years' salary. ”

Lao Gang looked at Lao Gang strangely, did this guy fall for something? Is this taking the truth pill? Boom, knock, knock out your own old bottom. I hate this kind of person the most, and I was bought by such an ugly and embarrassing enamel tea jar so easily, it's really a good thing. "Lao Gang, don't be shy."

Lao Bo corrected Lao Gang many times, 嘚 Se, this word does not pronounce dese, in Boshan this place is pronounced deisei, because the sound of sei has no comparison in Chinese, so many people read these two words from the Internet, they will only pronounce dese.

"How long have you been living here? I feel that this yard has a long history, and in Boshan, such an old yard is really rare. As soon as Lao Gang spoke, Lao Du's eyes blinked again. Old boring, what's wrong with you today, didn't you wipe your eye droppings in the morning? ”

"Ma Lao, do you still have contact with Zhu Lao of the Linzi archaeological team?" The old stuffy asked.

Ma Shuzhu smiled, "Haha, no one is in touch." If I hadn't heard that you were asking about horse bones, I wouldn't have wanted to show up. When I get older, I like to listen to plays and look at paintings. I can't see my old friends, I'm too excited, and I'm prone to physical problems. ”

"Yes, yes, I don't approve of the old comrades meeting frequently, every time they meet, they say, see one side less than the other, it sounds weird." Lao Gang's words did not change the atmosphere of the conversation, and now the atmosphere in this small courtyard is not only weird, but also very tense.

"Hehe, young man, I'll give you this old thing." Saying that, Lao Ma gave the enamel tea jar to Lao Gang. Then he took out another paper fan of the same kind and gave it to Lao Bo, "Lao just ate less food, but drink more water." Old boring, this fan, you can give it away if you want to. Don't talk about my good place. In addition, Mr. Zhu's side, if I have time, I will go to see him, and I won't ask you to convey it. ”

The two of them saw that the old man was going to send off the guest, so they obediently got up and said goodbye.

"After all these years, did you find that thing?" Standing at the gate of the courtyard, Lao Bo suddenly asked for no reason.

This time, even a nervous person like Lao Gang could see it, and the old man's eyes suddenly lit up, "You also know that thing is still there?" ”

The two of them didn't speak, and walked out of the alley with their heads down, and Lao Gang immediately asked, "How do you know who this old man is?" ”

"The horse wound pillar is an expert invited from other places when the Linzi archaeological team excavated the horse bones in 1964. He returned to Hebei after working in Linzi for a few years, and there has been no news, I used to think that he died, but obviously, no. The old man said.

"So how do you know that he's a horse wound?"

"I also guess, otherwise I don't understand why a Hebei person has been living in Zibo for more than 30 years, it's not to eat Boshan crispy pot, right?" The old man said.

"What did you just say, I see that the old man's eyes are shining." Lao Gang is now full of question marks, his IQ is obviously not enough, he eats less, and his brain circuits are obviously shallow.

"If you read the newspapers a lot, you can guess everything. We're talking about a lost national treasure. Although you eat less every day, your mind is on eating, and you are always afraid that if you can't eat, you will be stupid. I eat a lot, that's because I never use my brain to eat, and that's what makes me different from you. After the old man finished speaking, he took care of himself and left.

"A national treasure?" Lao Gang finally came to his senses, and it seems that his life is about to usher in a turning point.