Tomb Raiders: Inverted Dou Going to the Tomb, the Eye of the Queen

Lao Hu found a strange problem.

He found that the young men in the village were absent.

After some questioning, I got the answer.

It turned out that the Tangshan earthquake happened as early as 76.

An earthquake zone connects Lamagou Niuxin Mountain.

Crack Niuxin Mountain, and there is a palace-like tomb inside.

Some bold people in the village went in to carry things.

In the end, somehow it dripped, and it directly alarmed the above.

The archaeological team followed.

Those antiques that were moved into the village were handed over.

Nothing was left for them.

A few years later, the archaeological team is still there.

Everyone in the village was hired to work.

There is still an income of three yuan a day.

That's why there are so few young people in the village.

This answer made Lao Hu and Fatty feel that the sky was about to fall.

It's really a coincidence to sigh.

It's too late, it's really not the time to come.

I didn't catch anything, and I bought so much equipment.

If I fail, I will return empty-handed.

They dare not compete with the archaeological team.

One is an official archaeological team, and the other is a folk handicraftsman.

The status of the two parties is very different, and there is no comparison in terms of status.

Both Lao Hu and Hu looked at Xiaotian with embarrassment.

But Xiaotian didn't mean to blame them.

The two breathed a sigh of relief.

In the end they decided, all came.

Then play for a few days.

Anyway, there is more than one big tomb in Niuxin Mountain in this world.

As long as you have the technology, you can find the tombs hidden in the deep mountains and old forests.

This is Lao Hu's self-confidence.

dinner time.

Life in the village is just normal.

But he still killed the pig and entertained the three of them.

into the night.

The three were arranged to rest at the old party secretary's home for one night.

Chapter 22

The next morning.

Feng Tian got up early.

Feel the air in the mountains.

Many artifacts were found in the yard of the old branch secretary.

It turned out to be a green-glazed clay pot more than 1000 years ago.

Unexpectedly, it was used by the old party secretary and the others to pack pickles.

Perhaps these pots were washed out from the Niuxin Mountain by the flood.

It was discovered by people in the village, and they took it home to pack things.

After all, they don't understand that these are antiques.

This surprised him a little.

I found a surprise before I went to the tomb.

But it's a pity that those green glazed pottery pots have been bumped and lost.

If it is complete, it can be worth tens of thousands or even 10,000+.

But seven or eight green-glazed pottery pots in this yard are all incomplete.

This value is greatly reduced.

If it is taken back, it can only range from a few thousand yuan.

Some green-glazed pottery pots are too incomplete, and the price cannot be raised.

Feng Tian picked up a green-glazed pottery pot and observed the manufacturing process.

"My God, what are you doing?"

"Are you also interested in these broken pots?"

"Or my little heaven wants to eat pickles early in the morning?"

Fatty also came out at this time.

I saw the little god looking at a clay pot.

He couldn't help but leaned forward out of curiosity.

He's lived here so long, he knows what's in the pot.

People in the countryside use this kind of earthenware jars to store pickles, and there are quite a few of them.

Many families have this kind of clay pot, more or less.

"This pickled vegetable is really delicious. You can ask the old branch secretary to make some porridge for us later."

The fat man leaned over and vaguely smelled the pickles in the clay pot.

He had a look of reminiscence on his face, he used to eat pickles a lot when he lived here.

But he hasn't eaten it in these years, and now he can't help but think of the past when he sees the clay pot.

"What to eat, can't you think of anything else besides eating?"

"You should reduce your body fat, and you will be too fat in the tomb to be careful not to get out of the robbery hole."

Feng Tian glanced at the fat man, thinking about food all day long, he was also convinced.

The fat man smiled mischievously: "My God, what are you doing then?"

"You see what this is?"

Feng Tian held the clay pot and moved it in front of the fat man.

"This is a clay pot."

The fat man was puzzled, not knowing what this meant.

Isn't this a well-intentioned question?

"Yes, this is a clay pot, but this is a clay pot with a history of more than 1000 years."

"This is called a green-glazed pottery pot. It has a history of more than 1000 years. It is an antique."

Feng Tian stuffed the clay pot into the fat man's arms and stood up.

"What? Is this a broken clay pot or an antique?"

The fat man looked dazed, and subconsciously took the pot.

Those big eyes looked straight.

Looking at the clay pot in his arms, he was lost in thought.

Immediately afterwards, the fat man turned his head sharply to see that there were six or seven clay pots on the ground.

"And these... too?"

The fat man looked a little nervous.

"Yes, all of them."

Feng Tian also revealed a smile.

"a ha ha ha...!!!"

"It turned out to be all of them!!"

"Get rich, get rich!"

Fatty was very excited.

After all, Niuxinshan's tomb was first visited by the archaeological team.

They came too late and thought there was nothing to do, but they found a lot of antiques the next day.

And it is an antique more than 1000 years ago.

Although he doesn't know how much this thing is worth, it must be worth a lot of money after such a long time.

Is this a treasure bestowed by God to see their pity?

"Get rich for what?"

"These green-glazed clay pots are so damaged, how much are they worth?"

"If it's intact, you can make a little fortune this time."

Feng Tian's words were like pouring cold water on the fat man's head.

Fatty's laughter seemed to be cut off suddenly and stopped abruptly.

Looking down at the clay pot in his hand,

I saw that the clay pot was bumpy and bumpy, and it was not a complete body.

And not only the one in the hand, but also the ones on the ground.

The fat man didn't believe in evil, and put down the clay pot in his hand.

Every clay pot on the ground was picked up and looked at.

As a result, as the little heaven said, none of them were complete clay pots.

Fatty wanted to cry but had no tears, he finally found the antique.

But they are all incomplete, how can this make him willing.

"Oh my god, fat man, what evil did I do!!!"

"Who is this horse-riding person looking for to reason with???"

The fat man wailed, his appearance was even more sad than the death of his father.

The whole person's complexion is not good-looking, with a fat face in mourning.

At this moment, Fatty's heart was bleeding, and he wanted to die.

This is simply a heavy loss, too heavy a horse.

"Fatty, are you sick?"

"What the hell are you screaming this early in the morning?"