It was just after noon, and the giant thangka was raised, which immediately ignited the enthusiasm of the onlookers and made a lot of noise.
The girl Fu Zhu was among the crowd holding a camera and pretending to take pictures, but she didn't see me.
"Boss, these brothers and sisters...their goal is to steal this thangka?"
"Well, that's right. Haven't you heard the news from the first three years ago?"
"Is it 2002? What news."
He took a puff of cigarette, slowly exhaled and said: "In November of that year, there was also a thangka made by the emperor of Yama, which sold for 30.87 million Hong Kong dollars at Christie's in Hong Kong. And this one is also a thangka with the image of Yama."
I looked at it a few more times, but it didn’t look like a Tang Dynasty Thangka. The experts didn’t know what level they were. The Yama in Pomegranate Village might have been imitated during the Ming and Qing Dynasties.
If it were from the Tang Dynasty, this piece would cost over ten million.
If it were copied from the Ming and Qing Dynasties, it would probably be worth about 100,000 yuan. In other words, Zhuzhu may not know.
"Why, Yunfeng, do you still want to tell her?"
"No," the leader chuckled: "We are all thieves, but we have different goals. To destroy someone's wealth is like killing one's parents. The rules of the world are to be seen and not revealed."
I nodded and said yes, while recalling that scene in my mind, it felt good to kiss a girl.
There was a bonfire party in the village in the evening. We didn't go out, we were waiting for Lao Zhang.
At around 9pm, there was a knock on the door.
"Boss, I've brought someone here. Open the door quickly! It's really hard to find him. I came here in the afternoon and drove over thirty miles!"
Opening the door, Lao Zhang was led by an old lady wearing a pleated coat with her head covered. The old lady's face was wrinkled and she looked very old, at least bigger than her head.
He came in, closed the door, raised his head and asked, "Is this a Muya person?"
"Yes! Yajiang Shimian area! The most authentic Muya people! It took me a lot of effort to get them here!"
This was the first time I met the Muya people, and I thought, are they the descendants of the Dangxiang people 800 years ago? Except for the deeper eye sockets, she feels no different from an ordinary old lady.
He counted five hundred pieces and handed them over. Lao Zhang immediately took them into his hand with a smile and said with a smile: "Thank you, boss."
Old Mrs. Muya spoke, not very fast, but I couldn't understand a word. I listened hard for a long time, and it felt like I was listening to a book from heaven.
"What do you mean?" Tou asked.
"I don't know what it means. You just asked for a Muya person to come here in the afternoon, but you didn't ask me to find a translator. This is their own Muya language. Don't talk about me, even the Tibetans can't understand it."
"But it doesn't matter," Lao Zhang immediately smiled and said: "My wife knows a little Muya and can help you translate. That's it... Haha, we are all friends, just give me your meaning."
Muya is an endangered language among ethnic minorities. It has no written version. It can only be spoken but cannot be written. It is passed down orally. I feel that maybe in 50 to 100 years, this ancient and mysterious language will completely disappear, just like Tangut.
The Muya people in Yajiang, Shimian and other places consider themselves Tibetans, but the Tibetans do not accept them because they are essentially culturally different. Today's Muya people still retain a few customs of the ancient Dangxiang people.
At around 10 o'clock, Lao Zhang's wife came and acted as the translator between us. Of course we gave him a few hundred yuan as a bonus.
He took out a piece of paper from his arms and spread it on the table. On the paper, he drew a cylindrical stone tower with a pencil.
"Please help me ask, has she seen a tower like this before?"
Lao Zhang's wife tried to help us ask in Muya language. She spoke intermittently. Sometimes, she would think about a word for several seconds.
Afterwards, old man Muya pointed at the white paper and talked a lot.
Lao Zhang's wife's eyes widened and she said nonchalantly: "I...I roughly understood more than half of it. She said she had seen this kind of round stone tower when she was a child, deep in a big mountain, where there were many wild wolves."
"To be more specific, which deep mountain?" asked the head.
After asking again for us, Lao Zhang's wife shook her head and said, "She said she didn't remember either. No one would go there. It's in the northwest."
"Northwest direction...."
"That's it. Brother Zhang, please go away. I'll see you again if I need anything."
After sending the people away, he looked at the map for a long time, frowned and whispered: "From here to the northwest, the main places are Mi Yao Mountain and Baozi Mountain, and the meaning of "Mi Yao" in Tibetan is Muya!"
He clicked his head on the map and said, "It might be here. Let's check the things and buy whatever is missing. We will set off into the mountains in the next day or two."
I said yes.
There is indeed something I need to buy. I am so scared of altitude sickness that I need to buy two bottles of oxygen to take with me. I heard that as long as I take a few puffs of pure oxygen from time to time, I won’t have high altitude sickness.
Coming out of the house, looking at the grand bonfire in the distance and listening to people's laughter, I suddenly thought that if Jinpen quits working in the future, it would be a good idea to buy a house here at the foot of the mountain and settle down. No one would know me.
But that’s still far away. Money is not enough. I have three million, but I still want to earn five million. With five million, I still want to save ten million. I’m really not bragging. My goal is Before the age of 30, save 100 million.
I sat on the ground and reached for a cigarette, but it was empty. I went straight into the house and took out my backpack, which contained several boxes.
"Fengzi, what are you doing sitting here? Let's go dance!"
Douyazai said happily: "Brothers may be lucky tonight! I danced with them just now, and at least five girls fell in love with me. I can't resist it."
"Blow, what do you look like? Five women are attracted to you."
"Really! Look, you still don't believe it! You underestimate me so much, I'll get one for you right away!"
After waiting for a few minutes, Dou Sprout actually led a young girl over.
"Ram! Let me introduce, this is my brother, please call me Brother Feng."
"Hello, Brother Feng," the girl smiled and called out obediently.
Looking at Dou Sprout Zai's proud eyes, it's like saying: "How is it? I didn't lie to you, did I?"
Since there were no lights outside and the light was not very good, I couldn't see clearly what this girl looked like, but she must have been right for Dou Sprout.
"If you don't pull Fengzi down, Ram, let's go and play."
The girl turned around and walked not far when she suddenly collided with a "black shadow". Due to the speed, they both fell down.
Ram shouted Ouch! Dou Sprout hurriedly went to help him.
"Damn it! Why are you walking! I didn't see anyone! Do you have no eyes?"
"It's you?!"
As "Black Shadow" stood up, Dou Sprout was stunned.
I also saw clearly, it turned out to be Zhuzhu.
"Where are you going in such a hurry?" Dou Sprout asked.
Zhuzhu casually picked up her backpack and said with a smile: "It's okay, my cousin called me over. You guys play here slowly, I'll leave first." After that, she left quickly.
I really want to say: "Zhuzhu, stop pretending. I know your identity. We are both thieves. Did you successfully steal the thangka? Now you have to run away overnight. In fact, the thangka you stole is only It’s worth tens of thousands of dollars.”
Shaking my head, I just thought about these words in my mind and let them go. The rules of the world do not block people's way of making money, and if you see through it don't tell them.
After they left, Douya and the girl Ram continued to dance. I finished my cigarette and prepared to go back to the house.
As soon as I picked up the bag, I immediately frowned.
wrong.....
Why is my bag so light?
