Revolution in the depths of the soul

Although Lin Jingfeng admired Pokerfinger very much, he actually didn't want to bring another Tuyoupin.

However, he couldn't, there were many things he didn't know, such as the legends behind some ancient objects, and some connections between ancient culture and funerary objects.

Line 72, antiques are king, and tomb robbers are more or less half antique experts, but only half.

They often don't know what the things they dug up are, and what stories they have. At most, they can roughly estimate the price based on experience.After all, most of the antiques don’t have exact prices—funeral objects such as gold and jade are okay, but porcelain, stele, copper and other objects are the most difficult to say.

Many tomb robbers can't even estimate the price accurately, so they can only bargain by observing the words and expressions and spying on the mentality of the shopkeeper.

The more experienced old thieves are, the more they know. They can casually report the origin and price of many things, and even how many things are there in the world, in whose hands and where they are kept.

These old thieves are oily and slippery, full of bad water; they only care about their own plans when they enter the tomb, and they need more shares after seeing the day, but the leadership of the old thieves is indispensable in every shoveling team, only they know the way.

If Lin Jingfeng hangs around for another 20 years, he might be able to do better than them. The more he knows, the more he can take advantage. Of course, the premise is that he didn't die in a certain tomb.

But Lin Jingfeng still can't meet this standard, and he needs money urgently.

Before returning to Xi'an, Lin Jingfeng got a message that he entered an ancient tomb in Fujian that was said to be from the Qing Dynasty alone, and wanted to find something, but the person who provided the information made a mistake. As a result, Lin Jingfeng tossed about for a long time, and only got 2000 yuan, which was not enough for the travel expenses.

Zhan Xing didn't know much about ancient tombs than Lin Jingfeng, but he was better at knowing a lot of culture and history. He deliberately showed off in front of Lin Jingfeng, talking endlessly all morning. Lin Jingfeng knew that Zhan Xing could judge the tomb without opening the coffin. Value of many things.

That's enough, Lin Jingfeng decided to take him to try.The best result is to earn more and avoid the previous situation of running for nothing.

Worst case scenario: Anyway, this person has lost his passport, and he is basically a black household in China, and his death is at most three sticks of incense. It doesn't hurt to try.

At least Zhan Xing knew when to shut up and pretend to be stupid in front of outsiders, which made Lin Jingfeng very grateful.

Zhan Xing was eating egg yolk pie in a fresh-keeping package, staring intently at a small porcelain bottle.

"The thing you saw is called a Song Dynasty official kiln bottle with a purple mouth and iron feet." Lin Jingfeng said, "I bought it with a scattered team back then, and I sold it at a loss."

Zhan Xing said: "Official porcelain from the Song Dynasty has never been used as funeral objects. It is obviously a fake. The boss guessed that it would be a lot of hard work."

Lin Jingfeng: "..."

Lin Jingfeng said disapprovingly: "Even if it's a fake, if he reprocesses it, he can still sell it for the real money."

Zhan Xing said: "That's also handmade money."

Zhan Xing touched Lin Jingfeng's dog's head and smiled without saying a word.

Lin Jingfeng was a little annoyed and avoided it, feeling that this person was getting more and more aggressive, and said depressedly: "Got it, shut up."

The two men moved several pieces of shiny ceramics to the courtyard, wrapped them with potassium permanganate solution mixed with soil from the potion bottle at their feet, and buried them in a special wooden trough.

They stood outside the backyard for a while, when Lin Jingfeng and others came, it was a team leader introduced to Lin Jingfeng by Liujintang shopkeeper earlier.

A middle-aged man, a dark-skinned uncle, dressed very cleanly, in jeans and a military jacket, and showed his white teeth when he smiled.

"Lin San, you finally have to join the group." The middle-aged man said.

Lin Jingfeng said coldly, "Don't call me that."

Zhan Xing asked in surprise, "You guys know each other?"

Lin Jingfeng: "Uncle Biao, what news did he get this time? Could it be another job of drilling an air-raid shelter?"

The middle-aged man known as Uncle Biao laughed, not hiding it, and replied humorously: "The last time was just an accident."

Zhanxing bowed politely: "I see! Now that you know each other, it's easy!" After speaking, he went forward to shake hands with Uncle Biao sincerely: "Hello, hello."

Uncle Biao looked puzzled.

Lin Jingfeng: "Don't pay attention to him, just talk."

"Sit." The middle-aged man greeted, and the shopkeeper of Liujintang walked away.Zhan Xing glanced at the shopkeeper and knew that he probably got a lot of referral fees as an intermediary.

The topic of the middle-aged man is also very concise: "Cockfighting Terrace, Lijiawan, do you want to go?"

Zhan Xing immediately gasped.

Lin Jingfeng squeezed his knuckles, made a slight sound, and was thinking.

Uncle Biao studied Zhan Xing for a moment, narrowed his eyes, and looked at Lin Jingfeng again.

Time flies, times have changed, and the current tomb robbery is no longer as simple as it was in the last century; traditional tomb robbers are less crowded and secretive, using ropes, Luoyang shovels and other tools to dig out holes by hand and act directly, and some tomb robbers even buy a whole piece of farmland Planting crops, digging in summer, and spending months stealing funeral objects and fleeing.

Some rented a house and made a secret passage leading to the tomb without anyone noticing.

However, since the Chinese government has stepped up its crackdown on tomb robbers, time has become the most important factor that grave robbers must consider.

Simple tools have been withdrawn from the stage of history. The new method of tomb robbery adopts group action, division of labor and cooperation, using Luoyang shovel to determine the location of the tomb, plus directional blasting methods such as detonators, and it is easy to achieve the goal. Before the police find out, everyone evacuates quickly.

Uncle Biao was an engineering blasting expert before he started his career.

Zhan Xing heard a lot of stories about tomb robbers from his father. Many years ago, tomb robbers usually acted in groups of one or two, with relatives and children. In order to prevent money and murder, the second is to prohibit publicity.

Lin Jingfeng was most likely also influenced by traditional concepts. No matter how powerful a lone ranger is, digging a grave requires two hands, which is far less rapid than crowding.

Zhan Xing looked at him curiously, just now Uncle Biao called him "Lin San", which means he is a man with a story.

There is the third child Lin, and there is also the second child of XX, the boss of XX, where did he learn about tomb robbery?

Lin Jingfeng asked: "How many people?"

Uncle Biao made a gesture, four.

Lin Jingfeng said lightly: "I will bring one."

Uncle Biao frowned for a long time, and then said, "Four, two, two, two."

Uncle Biao's meaning is very clear. After stealing the sacrificial objects, the team leader gets [-]%, and the other [-]% is divided equally between the three players. Zhan Xing has no share. This is already a great face. As for the rookie, the specific amount of contribution will be assigned by him at the end, which is very fair.

But Lin Jingfeng obviously didn't intend to do this loss-making business, he raised his chin: "Tell him, what's in the cockfighting platform."

The corners of Zhan Xing's mouth twitched slightly, he was searching for ancient cultural relics in Shaanxi area in his mind, trying to say: "Is...an ancient tomb from the Warring States Period?"

Uncle Biao smiled, noncommittal.

Zhan Xing asked again tentatively, "During the Zhou Dynasty?"

Uncle Biao looked at Zhan Xing playfully. Zhan Xing knew something was going on, thought about it, and said: "In the 30s, there was a warlord in the Republic of China named Dang Yukun. The most famous six-headed ancient beast Wuwen Fangding is now hidden in the New York World Museum..."

Lin Jingfeng signaled with his eyes that it's okay, shut up.

Zhan Xing: "The things we got this time may not be as easy to sell as some precious gold and silver ornaments. You know, the earlier the age, the simpler the things, like the ancients of the Zhou and Qin dynasties, the historical value is far away. It is higher than its actual value, but there are many people in China... I said Uncle Biao, you wouldn't sell things to foreigners, you don't look like you, hehehe, although I am also a foreigner..."

Lin Jingfeng gestured to stop.

Zhan Xing didn't notice it: "I can distinguish the big seal characters in general, those characters are difficult to read, or can..."

Lin Jingfeng couldn't bear it anymore and kicked Zhan Xing under the table.

Uncle Biao's expression became serious.

Exhibition line: "?"

Uncle Biao: "Lin San, what are you kicking me for?"

Lin Jingfeng: "..."

Zhan Xing came to his senses, made an exaggerated expression with a puff, and then laughed out loud.

Uncle Biao looked at Zhan Xing and asked, "Are you a college student?"

Zhan Xing realized that there was something he couldn't say, so he nodded and moved towards Lin Jingfeng in a fawning manner.

Uncle Biao thought for a while, got up and said, "This kid is interesting, okay, I'll give you [-]%, and you two get three."

Uncle Biao left, Lin Jingfeng slapped Zhan Xing on the back of the head.

In an instant, Zhan Xing was like a Yellow River releasing a flood, and he began to talk endlessly, asking after Lin Jingfeng.

"Why are you called Lin San? Who is the boss?"

"Do you know Uncle Biao? How did you know him? Whose ancestral grave have you dug together before?"

"Why did he ask you for help? Are you a master?"

"Why are you willing to cooperate with him this time?"

"Why kick me?"

"Why are you……"

"why……"

"what……"

"What..."

Lin Jingfeng was finally crushed by Zhan Xing, and roared angrily: "No reason——!"

Six o'clock the next day.

"Every time you tell me something, I will answer you a question." Lin Jingfeng said: "I don't ask you, and you are not allowed to ask me."

Zhan Xing smiled and listened to the Walkman, standing at the entrance of the alley, the sky was bright, and the air was fresh in a rare time of the day.Most of the shops were closed. In the morning light, only a few small roadside Hu La Tang shops were open.

"Don't talk nonsense later, follow my orders... Did you hear that?" Lin Jingfeng threatened in a low voice, he took off one earphone of Zhan Xing, Zhan Xing nodded to indicate that he understood, and Lin Jingfeng took the other earphone The earphones were plugged into his left ear, and the two teenagers stood side by side, listening to the same Walkman, but with different thoughts, as if they were students waiting for the school bus to go on a spring outing.

An off-road vehicle parked at the entrance of the alley.

Zhan Xing: "Oh oh oh——" hurriedly followed Lin Jingfeng and left.

Zhan Xing put one hand on Lin Jingfeng's shoulder consciously, and was led away by him with his shoulders hooked.

"How are you guys?" Zhan Xing got into the car and greeted with a smile, Lin Jingfeng glanced at him.

There were all men in the car, besides Uncle Biao whom I met yesterday, there was also a young man wearing glasses, and an old man with his fingers clasped, lying in the back row with his eyes closed and resting his mind.

"This is the little doctor." Uncle Biao introduced.

Zhan Xing cooperated immediately and introduced himself with a smile: "Zhan Xing."

The old man hummed, opened his squinted eyes, and asked slowly, "Lin San?"

Lin Jingfeng nodded perfunctorily, untied the backpack strap tied around his waist, and said, "Brother Xie."

Zhan Xing made an "oh" mouth shape, so he knew all of them. I guess this old man is not simple, he must be an old oil thief.

Lin Jingfeng glanced at the young man wearing glasses, thanked the old thief and said, "This is the old man's apprentice Fang Zhuo, call him Xiao Fang, and ask Brother Lin to take care of him on the way."

Lin Jingfeng was not surprised by the appearance of old thief Xie, but the old thief was very concerned. Lin Jingfeng said lightly, "Same, this is also my apprentice."

Lin Jingfeng glanced at Zhan Xing, Zhan Xing immediately sat up straight, Lin Jingfeng nodded in satisfaction.

Uncle Biao passed a stack of small notebooks from the driver's seat: "One for each person."

Zhan Xing took it and saw that it was a student ID card—Xi'an Polytechnic University, student ID card of Civil Engineering Department.

Zhan Xing understood that it was a lot of pressure to pretend to be a surveyor and mapper to deceive others.

Uncle Biao was driving while explaining the purpose of the trip. The hats had already been issued, and each of them had a little red riding hood, and the name of the school was stamped. In Uncle Biao’s backpack, there were also bumbling surveying and mapping instruments, tripods, locators and so on.

This time they went to Baoji Fighting Chicken Terrace, a place called Chen Cang in ancient times. Last year, Uncle Biao set his target at Lijiawan. The reason was that Uncle Biao was there when several tomb robbers were selling their stolen goods in an antique shop in Beijing. The back of the shop.

At that time, Uncle Biao sneaked into the door of the antique shop, listened to the general idea, and spent a few months to visit Xi'an in person, and found that most of the terrain was very difficult, and it was very difficult to rely on himself.

"Baoji is rich in mineral resources." Old thief Xie said with narrowed eyes.

Lin Jingfeng immersed himself in arranging the items in the bag, and asked at the right time: "What are the resold items, Brother Biao heard clearly?"

Zhan Xing was keenly aware of the issue of Lin Jingfeng's title. Obviously, Lin Jingfeng was of the same generation as the middle-aged man, the old man, so why?

Uncle Biao changed the topic and said with a smile: "I have everything. Last year, there was a heavy rain in autumn, which washed the loess from the heights and made money."

Lin Jingfeng put on the fingerless gloves, adjusted the position, scratched with his slender fingers, and a look of distrust flashed in his eyes.

It takes only two and a half hours to drive from Xi'an to Baoji City. The road is dry and windy, and there are many slopes in the distance. The off-road vehicle stopped in the suburbs. Uncle Biao got off the car and asked for the road. He smiled and said, "You can get off the car!"

Lin Jingfeng looked at the local villagers. They still need to walk for several hours to reach the back mountain of Lijiawan.

Everyone was arranging the equipment, Zhan Xing saw Lin Jingfeng's doubts, and stepped forward to ask: "Old lady, is there any taboo here?"

The old woman sighed and said tremblingly, "Young man, you can't go up the mountain!"

"What?" Zhan Xing didn't quite understand, and asked in a daze.

The old woman's eyes flickered, but she avoided answering.

Zhan Xing stretched out his hand, fished in the pocket of Lin Jingfeng's coat, and took out a one hundred yuan bill.

Seeing that there was money to be made, the old woman spoke in the local dialect. Zhan Xing could make out a few words. Lin Jingfeng translated after listening: "She said that there are ghosts on the mountain, and her grandson died in the mountain. A group of people came here, but they never came out after going up the mountain.”

"Oh—" Zhan Xing stuffed the one hundred yuan back into Lin Jingfeng's pocket again.

Old woman:"……"

Lin Jingfeng, a friend of women, couldn't see it, and gave her another five yuan. The old woman took the money, gave a resentful "pooh" to the ground, and walked away without looking back.