He held up a flashlight to see what was going on inside the coffin.
Compared to the male coffin, the female coffin was much shabby. As far as the eye could see, there were almost no decent burial objects.
The woman's skull was face down, with the back of her head thrust up, as if she was lying in the coffin.
The bones were partially calcified and obviously blackened, and all the bones on the body were dark.
With such an abnormal posture and black bones, it must be an abnormal death.
In addition, the burial objects were shabby, which proved that his status in the family was not high.
I immediately speculated that this woman was not his wife, but a concubine who was poisoned and buried in a hurry. Her task was to go underground and continue to serve the male master.
The female coffin is over here. It can be said that there was nothing gained. I only found a deformed and rotten double-layered wooden cosmetic box and a sapphire hairpin of poor quality.
On the brick wall surrounding the main tomb, there is a niche on the east and west sides. There are several string-patterned pottery pots for storing grains, bronze wash basins covered with green rust and other daily utensils. These things are not It was valuable, so I didn’t take it.
I asked Dou Sprout through the walkie-talkie: "Is everything okay with the boss?"
Soon Dou Sprout replied: "No problem, it's very calm. Are you all done?"
"It's done, let's go up."
I checked carefully to see if we had left anything behind in the tomb. After making sure that no evidence was left behind, I drilled into the well.
After passing through the thirty-meter-long underground passage, I slowly poked my head out to take a closer look.
Nothing happened, I saw Dou Sprout leaning against the window and smoking a cigarette.
After we came up, Brother Yu and I helped each other pat the soil off our bodies. At this time, Xiaoxuan said: "Botou, we don't have enough time today. Can't we fill in the soil tomorrow night?"
He glanced at the watch and said, "It's half past five. It'll be dawn soon. Let's tie him up first, then cover this place with a board and lay a carpet."
Ten o'clock in the morning.
Douyazai and Brother Yu were resting and sleeping in the hotel nearby. The door of the snack bar was open, and I was stepping on a stool and pretending to clean the glass in the room.
I'm waiting for someone, a buyer.
Yes, it's that fast.
Remember, as long as there are channels, you must work quickly and sell quickly. In my eyes, exquisite cultural relics are just banknotes. Those who leave them at home to wait for the New Year are fools.
Once these cultural relics are dispersed through the hands of Erdao merchants to buyers across the country, no one will have the ability to retrieve them.
It was stolen last night, sold this morning, filled with soil in the evening and returned to normal. We will check out tomorrow.
"Sheep soup! Selling sheep soup! Who wants sheep soup!"
I was cleaning the glass. At this time, a vendor pushing a tricycle selling mutton soup came to the crowded street. This vendor was in his forties, had a round face and a mustache, and wore a cotton hat, cotton headphones, and an apron. The oiling makes it very dirty.
The leader said: "I haven't eaten in the morning, so I'm a little hungry. Yunfeng, please order two bowls of mutton soup."
I immediately pushed open the glass and called to the man, "Hey! Seller of mutton soup! Are you making mutton soup made from bones or mixed with mutton fat?"
"Of course it's made from bones! Cook it all day and night! My soup is very white! Why don't you try a bowl?"
"Then bring two bowls! I'm working, be ready and bring them in for me!"
"Okay! Do you want some chili?"
I said: "Put more spicy food, more meat, more green onions."
In just five or six minutes, the mutton soup vendor came in with two steaming bowls of mutton soup.
As soon as he came in, I closed the door.
He raised his head and said, "Lao Liu introduced me here? Be safe on the road."
The mutton soup seller casually took off his leather hat and threw it on the table, grinning and said: "Don't worry, boss. It's such a winter. The turtledoves are spending the winter huddled in their nests and don't come out to look for food."
This man's surname is Zhou, and his nickname is Lao Penzi. We contacted him through Master Ji's relationship. He is one of several powerful second-level dealers in Zhengding.
Don’t underestimate Zhengding, a small and inconspicuous city on the map. Everyone who knows it knows that Zhengding is the largest transfer center for black cultural relics in the entire Hebei Province. It, together with Luoyang, Xi’an, Baoji, and Chengdu, is known as the five major distribution centers for underground black cultural relics. They all have the same nature, so Brother Tian set his gang’s headquarters here.
At that time, according to strength, Luoyang ranked first, Xi'an ranked second, Baoji ranked third, Zhengding ranked fourth, and Chengdu ranked youngest.
"The old boss was introduced by a friend who knows everything about us. It's our first time doing business. Are you still doing this?"
"call...."
He took a sip of the mutton soup, held the bowl and said with a smile: "The mutton soup is good, it is indeed made from bones."
There was a sack on the ground, with the mouth of the sack tied tightly so that nothing could be seen inside.
Without showing his head, the asking price for this sack of goods is 450,000 yuan. This is called "playing a trick", and it is a shipping method with a gambling nature.
Why do you do this?
Because except for the third grade platinum, we didn’t pay close attention to the quality of many of the things we dug out yesterday! I couldn’t tell whether it was a complete product or a defective product, so I sold it under the hood.
We didn’t keep anything, we put everything in the sack! This is called professionalism.
"Boss, I trust you. The rule is that I can't open it and look at it, so I can touch it, right?"
He shook his head and said: "You can't look at it, you can't touch it, just this bag, 450,000."
He thought for two minutes and couldn't help but look at the sack from the corner of his eye. Then he gritted his teeth and said, "380,000! I'm going to beat you!"
At this time, I smiled and said: "Brother, 38 is too ugly, let's all take a step back and make things right."
After hearing this, he laughed and said, "Okay, let's each take a step back. In addition, I won't charge for these two bowls of mutton soup. I'll treat you to a drink."
All of us laughed.
We received the transfer around noon, and the income was pretty good. We made 400,000 yuan in one night.
I went back to the hotel to rest. I looked at the store and had to fill in the holes at night. I was so sleepy that I made a bed on the floor in the store and got ready to sleep.
Not long after I lay down, I suddenly heard someone knocking on the door.
"Who!"
"Brother, it's me! Open the door! I'm looking for you if I need anything!"
I opened the door, and standing at the door was the fat man next door. The fat man was pushing a wheelchair, and his paralyzed father was sitting in the wheelchair.
"What's wrong, brother, is something wrong?"
"Hey, brother, you have to do me a favor! I'm in a hurry! I have to catch a train to Handan! I'll be back around nine o'clock tonight! I'm not worried about the old man being alone at home. I thought you were close here, so I let you go. Take care of it here, this is two hundred yuan, don’t think it’s too little!”
After saying that, the fat man forced money into my hand, and I couldn't stop him.
Just as I was about to refuse, the fat man had already run away, and he said loudly: "Jianghu, help me! Do me a favor, brother! I'll try to come back as soon as possible!" After that, he ran away and disappeared.
This time I was caught off guard, and I couldn't help but laugh or cry. I had heard of people giving it as a gift, but I had never heard of people giving it to my father.
"Old man, can you speak?"
The old man in the wheelchair looked at me and kept chewing as if he was eating. He said something vaguely, and I couldn't hear a single word clearly.
I speculated that the old man's condition was the sequelae of cerebral hemorrhage. He could not speak, could not relieve himself, could not take care of himself, could not move his limbs, and was much more serious than an ordinary stroke.
There were people coming and going at the bus station, and it was so cold. I couldn't leave him outside. After thinking about it, I pushed him into the store. I didn't care whether he could understand or not, so I said loudly: "Old man! You My son has gone out to do errands! Just sit here! I'm going to bed!"
The old man also obeyed, and then he sat in his wheelchair without saying a word and closed his eyes to meditate.
I yawned and lay down again to sleep.
