There are about 60,000 to 80,000 small thieves like this in China. Because of their poor craftsmanship and addiction to alcohol and gambling, this group of people is bent on unrealistic dreams of making a fortune all day long, but it is difficult for them to really earn tickets by digging graves, so they usually do some part-time work to make ends meet.

What I have just talked about is the real life situation of the people at the bottom of the tomb robbery business. Maybe you will feel disappointed after listening to it, and it can't be compared with the high-skilled gold-touching captains in the imaginary movies. You may ask, is everyone in this industry a little thief?

Of course not.

In May 2015, the Ministry of Public Security announced that the largest tomb robbery case in history since the founding of the People's Republic of China had been solved. A total of 225 criminal suspects were arrested and 2,063 pieces of cultural relics were recovered. According to China Youth Daily, experts estimate that the recovered artifacts have a market value of more than 500 million yuan. And the ancestor among them is a Jiangyang thief who is respected by the people on the rivers and lakes as "Yao Ye": Yao Yuzhong.

People like Yao Yuzhong, looking at the entire rivers and lakes, their craftsmanship has basically reached the "medium level". Their bodies have long faded from the frivolity of small thieves, their personalities are cold and calm, their personal experience is rich, and their hands, feet and eyesight are amazing. I know everything about digging graves. There are connections both upstream and downstream, and the goods in hand can be sold in less than two hours, and they have the ability to wash these huge amounts of stolen money cleaner than Ma Rong's bed sheets.

In the real tomb robbery industry, only people like Lao Lu and Lao Lao can be called top masters. People like them have been professional tomb robbers for generations, and the experience accumulated from generation to generation will be sublimated again every time it is passed on to the next generation. These top masters all have a large number of secret ancient materials in their hands, whose tomb is where, how deep, how big, all of them know in their hearts. For ordinary tomb robbers, Luoyang shovels, probes, and feng shui acupuncture points are the "treasures" they rely on to survive, but for Lao Lu and the old man, these things are only used as ordinary references. Because people who have really robbed many tombs know that in fact, these things are not so accurate, let alone so godly.

The biggest difference between top players and ordinary people is not in their skills, but in their experience.

The kind of top masters I am talking about, there are only twelve or thirteen in the whole country, and most of them have been recruited by the state, from thieves who everyone shouts and beats to masters who work hard for the country. This also shows the open-mindedness and wisdom of China's leaders.

One thought becomes a Buddha and one thought becomes a demon. Although tomb robbing and archaeology seem to be doing similar things, there is a gap between the C200 and the S600. When these old tomb robbers with their hands and eyes began to work for the country wholeheartedly, even the heavens and the earth trembled, not to mention this small river and lake......

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Lao Lu and the old man parked the car at the foot of the mountain south of Lulong and prepared to enter the mountain. This act is enough to show that the two are different from ordinary tomb robbers. From the feng shui point of view, usually the north is the place where the wind and water are gathered, and the south is the yin side, and most of them are not suitable for burial. However, through the analysis of ancient books, Lao Lu and the old man learned that there were historical records on the east, west and north sides of the "Lonely Bamboo Country", except for the south side, and all the texts did not mention what had happened in the south of Lulong County, which just confirmed that this must be the royal cemetery at that time.

During the Shang Dynasty, imperial tombs were top-secret and were usually guarded by royal guards for generations. At that time, not to mention farming next to the imperial tomb, even if you went to pick a fruit, dozens of poisonous arrows flew out of the woods and shot you into a sieve. So there is zero historical record of this place, not because this place is full of shit, but because it is full of gold.

The two of them walked into the mountains and forests for about half an hour, and the old man began to chatter, and he said, "Lao Lu, I don't lie to you, I look at any mountain like a sauce elbow now, and any water looks like a beer." Damn, I'm rolling my eyes with hunger. But then again, I don't think you're hungry, are you sneaking something delicious behind your back? Be lenient in confession and strict in resisting. Give a clear explanation to the party and the people and strive for leniency. ”

Lao Lu threw the old man a bag of compressed biscuits and said, "If you are hungry, please order this, and be full." ”

The old man's face was as black as a piece of coal, and he said helplessly: "If it weren't for my old man's bad stomach, he was trapped by eating and drinking every time he went out on duty, so he received a lot of criticism from his superiors, otherwise with my ability, I would have become the deputy director of the damn god." He looked at the compressed biscuit in his hand and sighed, "Alas, every time I eat this thing, I always feel that my aunt is riding on my neck and stuffing the gauze that wraps her little feet into my mouth." ”

Lao Lu said: "Old man, can you stop talking about the dog's day, my ears are giving you a rash." Do you have a bad stomach, you are clearly hypocritical. This compressed biscuit is made of scallion oil and wheat, which embodies the sweat and wisdom of the working people, not only is it fragrant and crispy, the taste is dense, the lips and teeth are fragrant, and it is not greasy to eat, and even after chewing carefully, there is a trace of simple and natural sweetness. It's the closest companion for those of us who are often out and about, but you always compare it to a footwrap. This makes me feel that you may have really eaten a footcloth on a dog day, otherwise how could you have such a deep understanding. ”

The old man said: "Lao Lu, are you talking about human words, what does your ear rash have to do with me." Instead of looking for the essence of the problem from the idea that you have more earwax, you put this black pot on your only revolutionary comrade-in-arms. Besides, it's just the two of us in this deep mountain and old forest, I don't talk to you, I'll talk to ghosts. ”

Lao Lu and the old man were talking energetically, and suddenly smelled a strange fragrance. There is no doubt that this is the taste of chili oil and sesame sauce. The two of you look at me, I look at you, and they immediately look at each other. I wondered where did the hot pot taste come from in the deep mountains and old forests?

The two of them quickened their pace and turned over the small hill in front of them, only to see a black cave halfway up the mountain not far away, with wisps of green smoke rising outward. The smell was so strange that it seemed to be more seductive than opium. Even the always decent Lao Lu was distracted by this strange and greedy hara, not to mention his old man.

Lao Lu frowned and said solemnly: "How can there be people living in this deep mountain and old forest?" ”

The old man said happily: "What do you know, people are far away from the world and are accompanied by these green mountains and green waters, look, this is called life." ”

After the old man finished speaking, he threw off his arms and walked excitedly to the cave, Lao Lu stopped him and asked, "What are you doing?" ”

The old man said, "What are you doing?" If you can still endure the spicy oil and sesame sauce and don't ask for food, then I'll call me an old man! He took out a Grandpa Mao from his pocket and smiled at Lao Lu: "My old political commissar, don't be crooked, don't worry, I can't give the money." ”

Lao Lu said in a low voice: "I want to say, don't you think there seems to be something wrong?" ”