People need time to grow up. If Dou Sprout and I encountered this matter a few years later, we would definitely not handle it this way. We were both half-grown children at the time and did not consider the consequences of doing things.
Three days after Liu Yuanning came back, he drove an ordinary Beijing-brand pickup truck and parked beside the Shapotou National Highway.
"What are you doing, Boss Wang? Why do you live in this wilderness?" Liu Yuanning got out of the pickup truck and talked as he walked.
Welcoming the person over, the two parties chatted for a few minutes after meeting. I heard that the Ashoka Pagoda he took was booked by a private owner who believed in Buddhism. The specific price was unclear, but judging from Liu Yuanning's demeanor at the time, he Earned a lot.
Originally, the silver-gilt white horse flat pot was planned to be sold to a man named Liu, but he changed his mind temporarily. He said that the white horse flat pot has a greater use, so he didn't let Liu see it. I hid it in another bag alone. inside.
I opened the zipper of my backpack and Liu Yuanning looked at the goods carefully and said: "Wang Boutou, Xixia copper flat kettles. There are too many of these bottles and it is difficult to ship them all at once. I have to sell them one by one to save money, so The price is..."
She looked at him and said, "Fifteen, 2.2 each. You have the final say on the price of copper miscellaneous items. No counter-offering."
Liu Yuanning negotiated the price: "2.2 is not good, it's not profitable, let's go with 1.5."
He shook his head and said nothing.
"How about 1.8?"
He still didn't speak, and the two looked at each other expressionlessly for several minutes.
Liu Yuanning's stern face relaxed, and he suddenly smiled and said: "Wang Boss, you called me over this time. It seems that you have convinced me. Okay, 2.2 is 2.2, I won't talk about it. 15 copper flats I’ll pack the pot for 33 for you, and I’ll count the copper miscellaneous items as 4 lines, right? A total of 37?”
He smiled and stretched out his right hand.
Liu Yuanning held the handle and smiled and said: "Then let's do this this time. When the goods are available again, remember to think of me, brother. The money is in the car. Come with me to get it."
The passenger of the pickup truck had a plastic bag. Liu Yuanning took out a dozen stacks and then gave the plastic bag to me.
"Look, little brother, there are 37 in total."
I nodded and looked at the plastic bag. There were ten thousand bundles in it, and I counted exactly 37 bundles.
He opened the car door, threw two large bags in and got into the car. Before leaving, he raised his head and warned: "Be careful of turtle doves on the road."
Liu Yongning stuck his head out and said with a smile: "Don't worry, Mr. Boss. Turtle doves also need to eat. They won't scream when they are cooked. Let's go." After saying this, he turned around and drove the pickup off the national highway.
"What is a turtle dove? Bean sprouts asked curiously.
I said: "Turtle doves are birds that specialize in catching insects to eat."
Dou Sprout thought for a long time, clapped his hands and said, "I understand! We are insects!"
"Go away, you are a bug." I scolded him with a smile.
There was no share of the payment this time. Xiaomiao had to pay for the incident. It was us who had caused the incident. He settled the issue with his own money. I was too embarrassed to ask for a cent.
The reason why Bao kept the white horse flat pot on his head was because he wanted to take the flat pot to see someone. This person was a retired old researcher from Yinchuan Xixia Museum named Wednesday Shun. (pseudonym)
According to what I later learned about this person, Zhou Shushun joined the archaeological team when he was fifteen years old. The archaeological conditions in the northwest were difficult at that time. Zhou Shushun experienced the Niya ruins and culture, the Xiaohe cemetery ruins, the ancient Jingjue country ruins, and the Tongtian ruins. Cave ruins, Husta ruins, Kizil Grottoes, Xixia royal tombs, etc. This man can be said to be a living fossil in the archaeological community of the Northwest and the founder of desert archeology. His apprentice wrote the "General Theory of Desert Archeology" with his help. Completed with guidance.
I went to find him with a white horse vase on my head. The ultimate goal was to decipher the secrets of the parchments hidden in Ashoka's tower, and to see if the Western Xia inscriptions on the parchment had any connection with Blackwater City, as well as the paintings that looked like turrets. What are the buildings? This is all a mystery.
This is a risky move.
For decades, the archaeological team and the tomb robbers have been natural enemies. One is a good guy and the other is a villain. They are incompatible with each other.
But nothing in the world is absolute. There are too many examples in life. Some people don't love money or power, but they also have things that interest them.
This is the Western Xia gilt-silver bronze flat kettle with bas-relief carvings of horses.
We left the national highway and rented a few bungalows in the north of Shapotou. It was originally a company's warehouse and it was very secluded with no one around. The conditions are very poor. We sleep on the floor and make our own meals. But the best thing is safety.
I went out in the morning that day, and when I came back at noon, things were completely different.
He dressed himself up well. He bought a brand-name suit and a good watch. His new leather shoes were polished and his hair was combed meticulously. No one looked at this look like an old man who robbed a tomb. He was clearly a spirited old man.
"You're so handsome," Dou Sprout said after walking around in a circle: "I wear glasses and look like a turtle. These leather shoes are so bright that they can shine on people's faces. I guess I can seduce a lot of old ladies on the street." ah."
He smiled and said, "I'm going out for a few days. Please pay attention to your safety these days."
"How many days will it take you to start?" I asked.
"It's hard to say. Anyway, I will come back when the matter is settled. Unless there is an emergency, please don't call me. If anything happens, I will contact you." He explained a few more words to us, and then left with the small bag on his head. The bag contains a white horse copper kettle.
The next morning after leaving the head.
"Xiao Xuan, it's your turn to cook. I cooked instant noodles last night," Dou Sprout said.
"What are we going to eat? There seems to be no vegetables but potatoes. There is still a piece of meat that I bought before I left." Xiaoxuan said.
I said, how about you cook something for me? Just stir-fry potatoes, stew meat, and steam some rice.
Xiaoxuan nodded and said yes.
An hour later, Xiaoxuan sheepishly brought a basin of something.
Dou Sprout pointed at the pot with wide eyes and said, "What is this, coal frying?"
Xiaoxuan whispered, "I'm sorry, the fire was too hot and I forgot to put in the oil."
"Okay, Yazai, try it, maybe it tastes good," I said.
Dou Sprout picked up a piece of meat and stuffed it into his mouth.
"How is it?" Xiaoxuan carefully watched the bean sprouts chewing.
"puff!"
Dou Sprout couldn't hold it back and vomited all of it on Xiaoxuan's face.
"you!"
The two began to run around the hut. Xiaoxuan picked up and threw everything. Bean Sprouts turned around in a panic and said it tasted too bad and couldn't hold it back.
Later, I didn't dare to let her cook anymore. She couldn't cook any vegetables well, and the food she made was unpalatable. It was too unpalatable.
There were not many people at the Shapotou tourist attraction at that time, and there were even fewer people after closing at 6 o'clock every day. There was no security guard. The aunt at the gate was just putting insoles in the small post box and didn't care at all.
We were bored during the day, so we would sneak in over the wall at night, play in the square for a while, and then go down the slope and slide down on wooden boards. There were several fruit trees at the bottom of the slope. I don’t know exactly what they were, but they were seven or eight meters tall. rice, the leaves are purple-red, and the fruits are yellow, as big as half a table tennis ball, sweet and sour, and bean sprouts often go up the trees to steal them, put them in bags and take them back to eat.
Baotou was gone for five days. On the sixth day, I was boiling water in the yard at noon when Baotou suddenly came back. His expression was extremely solemn when he came back compared to when he left.
I have never seen such a look on his face. Even if the Asoka Pagoda lost Xiaomiao and found us, he has never looked so serious.
Because.
Ashoka Pagoda hidden in the belly of the mummy in Blackwater City.
The parchment hidden in the body of Ashoka's stupa.
All this was deciphered by the translator who was looking for the head of the literary and historical circles. The information recorded on the parchment occurred in the late Xixia Dynasty.
Why is the boss so serious?
Because the events recorded on the parchment were explosive.
It is a subversion of history.
If I don't tell, no one will know.
No one remembers.
