Old man, his real name is Ma Kui. This person is amazing. His ability to dig graves is by no means inferior to Lao Lu, and he is even more proficient. People on the rivers and lakes often say that when the old man walks to a place, he can see where there is a tomb with his fart and eyes.

Before the reform and opening up in 78 years, the old man was the palm of Nanjing Lingbao Zhai, and he was quite famous in the rivers and lakes. At that time, in the Nanjing territory, whether it was a person or a ghost, if the good things in his hands could get a comment from the old man, then the value would immediately skyrocket, and the salted fish would turn over.

So every morning, the Lingbaozhai antique shop located on the south side of Gulou Street is even more lively than the Liu Changxing Xiaolong soup dumpling shop next to it. A long dragon was crowded, holding all kinds of porcelain pots, copper pots, high ancient jade, gold, silver, jewelry, and yellow pears in their hands. Not for anything else, just to let his old man give his hands a palm, a few words of good words, and then he can hold this "authoritative appraisal" gold pimple and go to the market to find foreign devils for American knives.

Antique appraisal is only the tip of the iceberg of the old man, in addition, he has the ability to pass through the sky in terms of yin and yang Zhouyi, the five elements of heaven, feng shui and acupoints, historiography, and ancient text translation.

In 84 years, Sha Menghai, the then president of the Xileng Printing Society, visited the thatched house, had a long talk with the old man, and finally invited him out of the mountain, leaving Jinling, a thousand-year-old city, and came to the beautiful and rich land of "heaven above, Suzhou and Hangzhou below": Hangzhou. Joined China's most authoritative cultural research institution: Xileng Printing Society.

In the early 90s, the old man was specially recruited by the state to join the Hebei Provincial Institute of Cultural Relics and Archaeology. Four years later, he was promoted to a lecturer and mentor, and like Lao Lu, he was responsible for cultivating talents in cultural relics and archaeology for the country.

The old man and the old man Lu, the two bad old men who are older than Yuan Shikai combined, really deserve their reputation. During the six years of cooperation, 77 large ancient tombs that have not been destroyed have been found for the country, and the excavated cultural relics are added together to build five museums. If the leaders of the Literary Examination Institute were not concerned about seriousness, they really wanted to write a sentence on the evaluation files of the two of them "earth-shattering and crying ghosts and gods" to describe their bravery.

On this day, Lao Lu and the old man were ready to go out as usual, going over the mountains and mountains to find the ancient tomb. According to the work plan of the two, the location of the search for the ancient tomb this time is Lulong County, Hebei Province, a four-hour drive from Beijing.

Lulong County is a small county with a small area. According to the old man's words, the sky in Lulong County is not as big as the mole on his old waist. Although Lulong County is small, it is not small. It was the capital of the "Lonely Bamboo Country" during the Yin Shang period. Historical allusions such as "Yiqi gave way" and "did not eat Zhou Su" all happened here.

The green mountains are picturesque, and the blue lake is like a mirror. A ray of golden sunlight pierced through the mist and sprinkled on the land of Lulong, causing dreamlike ripples. The old man who was driving the broken Santana in the unit couldn't help but be excited, and gave a thumbs up and said: "Strange flowers and brocade outside the door, and the grass by the bridge is fragrant." The stone cliffs are mossy and mossy, and the hanging walls are high and verdant and long. If you look closely at this blessed land, it is really a paradise! ”

The co-pilot's Lao Lu didn't say a word, his heart was heavy, and he looked out the window in a daze with empty eyes. The old man poked him with his elbow and said, "My scholar Lu, don't you plan to comment on my poem just now?" ”

Lao Lu was in no mood to talk to him at all, he didn't bother to pay attention to him, and he didn't look back and still looked out the window quietly in a daze.

The old man sighed: "Old Lu, I know that your granddaughter has leukemia and you are anxious, you listen to me, my old man is not comforting you, if this disease was placed thirty years ago, it would definitely be a terminal illness." But if you look at the speed of medical development today, you can't fucking tie Bolt to Liu Xiang as fast as it. Leukemia is not a terminal disease for a long time, I patted my chest and swore to Mao Zhu Xi that your granddaughter will definitely be cured. Isn't Song Qingling, the mother of the country, a chronic lymphocytic leukemia, look at the spirit of others, and live until the age of 88! ”

Lao Lu said: "Old man, thank you. ”

The old man said, "Well, let's not think about these unhappy things today." In my opinion, let's hurry up and find a restaurant first, boil it, or burst your belly, and get some oil and water meat mouths first. After a while, I went into the mountains, and I could only fucking eat compressed biscuits. That thing is drier than my aunt's footwrap, and if an old revolutionary like you can eat it, my old man can't swallow it. ”

After entering Lulong County, Lao Lu and the old man wanted to find a restaurant to eat, but the exhaust pipe of the broken Santana in the office began to emit black smoke, and they didn't even see a noodle stall. The old man scolded unhappily: "Damn, what a broken place, why don't you even have a restaurant, Chengxin doesn't let my old man open meat." ”

Lao Lu looked at his watch and said, "Come on, it's not early, let's hurry up and go into the mountain." The mountainous area of Lulong is not large, and it can be explored in half a day. After the work is over, let's go to Qinhuangdao next to it to find food. Stew, fried chicken rack, brush mutton, eat whatever you want, I invite you, okay. ”

The old man gave a thumbs up and said, "Gotcha, let's go." ”

In real life, there are all kinds of people in the tomb robbery business. The gap in level between them can be described as the difference between heaven and earth. At the lowest level are the petty thieves in society, young, despicable, and unruly. I like to take the inferior metal detector from a treasure to wander around the mountains and forests. Occasionally, I really ran into one or two ancient tombs, regardless of the regulations of the tombs, the age, whether they were valuable, etc., in short, I decided that I was going to get rich, and I couldn't wait to immediately go into the tomb and kiss the forehead of the dried corpse, dance, dance a beautiful waltz, and then dig for a long time, coldly felt out one or two broken jars, and kept saying to others that this is a mortal weapon worth tens of millions. In fact, it is a joke, and there is no basic common sense of cultural relics.

It doesn't matter if these little thieves don't understand the common sense of cultural relics, but if they don't understand the common sense of life, they will go far. September 27, 2015. In Hancheng Town, Yiyang County, Luoyang City, five little thieves were poisoned by the air in the tomb, and the five young men who were originally quite handsome were dragged out of the pit by the public security comrades, their faces were poisoned like Zhao Si, and the ashes after cremation were purple and black.

On January 13, 2016, in Mazhuang Town, Qindu District, Xianyang City, three small thieves were afraid that the sound of the hole was heard by the nearby villagers.

The death of a person who is suffocated to death is the most terrifying. When the light of the flashlight shone on the bulging eyes and black tongues of his two companions, he went crazy on the spot.