Lying Snake and Tibetan Rat

Wei Nanhe took his baby to apply the medicine, and asked Du Youshan to do it himself. He said it was to apply the medicine, but it was actually a lesson. As soon as he entered the bedroom door, he pinched Le Zhengqi's face and threatened in a deep voice: "Don't talk to Du You again. Gossiping! Look at his look!"

"Oh..." Qizai rubbed his face.

"You fought with Weiyu, you are not allowed to play with him in the future!"

Le Zhengqi lowered his eyes, hugged Wei Nanhe's waist and wagged his tail, pretending to admit his mistake sincerely, "I promise I won't fight again."

"He and Bai Weiyu only learned to be crazy, and didn't learn anything good." Wei Nanhe saw Bai Weiyu and Le Zhengqi making a fuss and making out, jealous in his heart, but it was inconvenient to express it clearly, so he had to hold back his sour emotions, so that's it. Never mind.

The climate in early autumn is dry and slightly hot, and the night in the mountains is very cool and pleasant. The wind carries the moist and fragrant grass and trees. When I arrived at the Porcelain Workshop, I found that the warehouse was lit with faint orange lights.

He pushed open the door, saw Yang Xiaokong, couldn't help smiling, "You alone? What about Weiyu?"

"He should be playing games in the house." Yang Xiaokong sat on the concrete floor without getting up, and greeted politely with the corner of his mouth: "Boss Du, are you still up?"

"No, Nanhe will tidy up the guest room for me later." Du Youshan walked over carelessly, leaned over and took the blue and white porcelain piece in Yang Xiaokong's hand, "Kangxi's mountains and rivers are divided into water." Turn over and look at the phoenix tree on the bottom plate Ye Di said, "One leaf knows the autumn, this porcelain piece can be sold for three to forty yuan in the ghost market."

Yang Xiaokong looked up at him, and said in admiration: "You even know the price?"

"I'm in this line of work, how can I not know?" Du Youshan knelt down beside Yang Xiaokong, "You also use porcelain pieces to practice identifying the year?"

Yang Xiaokong shook his head, stupidly, "No, I just think the pattern looks good, and draw it as a material, maybe it can be used as a reference in future creations."

"The conditions are so good and you are interested, you can learn from it." Du Youshan smiled and picked out two pieces of porcelain, "Look, which style do you like?" The left hand is the Qianlong official kiln bucket color, The right hand is Yongle folk kiln blue and white.

Yang Xiaokong pointed to the scribbled and rough blue and white folk kilns.

Du Youshan was quite surprised, "Why?" He held up the porcelain on his left hand, "This one is relatively rare and expensive!"

Yang Xiaokong turned his head, thought for a moment, and said: "I don't know what value they have, but from the perspective of painting, the one with many colors is too rigid, and the one with blue and white paints a picture with just a few strokes. Characters, like ink brushwork, have a taste." He picked out another piece of character fighting color from the pile of porcelain tiles, "It is also colorful, but this one is much more interesting, and the color is also vivid."

"This is fighting color. You really don't know anything about porcelain. You should learn more from Nan He." The smile on Du Youshan's face deepened. Could the one in Yang Xiaokong's hand be bad?Chenghua was the heyday of Doucai.

"Dou Cai?" Yang Xiaokong looked ignorant.

"In the past, some people also called it five colors. In fact, there is a difference between fighting colors and five colors. Doucai is to draw shapes and lines with blue and white materials on the carcass. After glaze, it is fired at [-] degrees. The material is filled on the porcelain, and then fired at a low temperature of [-] to [-] degrees. It is a combination of overglaze and underglaze colors. You can see that the undulations can be felt in the overglaze. If the old things are not well preserved, the color will be will wear off."

"Oh, that's it." Yang Xiaokong lowered his eyes to carefully observe the porcelain in his hand, his eyelashes cast a black halo on his face, looking very peaceful, "I don't understand anything, but I can basically distinguish the official kilns. He folk kilns are too obvious. The decorations of official kilns are intricate and meticulous, while folk kilns can do whatever they want, which can more accurately reflect the painter's craftsmanship and mood at that time. Some people can even see the traces of coping with things. crooked melons and cracked dates.”

Du Youshan stared at Yang Xiaokong's hair, and said: "Naturally, there are many high-quality products in private kilns, but official kilns are easy to fetch high prices. Even a piece of official kiln porcelain is a hot commodity in the ghost market, let alone the whole product? I saw it. There are too many of them, the real is less than the fake, and some of the real ones are confused with the real ones. They are old products even with carbon fourteen identification, in fact..."

There was an inscrutable smile on the corner of his mouth, "Actually, they are all made by ghost hands like Wei Nanhe. I have to admire this. Even I can't tell the real thing from the fake, so it's considered fake." It is also true, even if it is circulated all over the world, it will not travel to the pool.”

Yang Xiaokong half-understood what he heard, but felt that the cultural relics dealer spoke clearly and logically, his smile was gentle and amiable, his gestures showed a noble air, his tone was humble and polite, he was not as miserable as Senior Brother Wei described him at all!

But Yang Xiaokong was completely wrong. Du Youshan was much worse than what Wei Nanhe described. He was talking endlessly, but he wanted Yang Xiaokong tens of millions of times in his mind. His heart was itchy. This boy looks very handsome and innocent. That's all, even the temperament is quite docile, tsk tsk tsk, lamb should taste good.

"Boss Du." Yang Xiaokong raised his head and met Du Youshan's squinting eyes, "You are right, the conditions here are so good, I should know more about porcelain."

The gangster Du immediately changed his sincere eyes: "If you don't understand anything, just ask me." Hurry up and ask me for my mobile phone number!

Yang Xiaokong put away the sketchbook, "Oh, I'm asking you how troublesome it is, can I just ask Senior Brother Wei?"

Damn it, why did you forget Wei Nanhe, the son of a bitch?Du Youshan sneered: "This knowledge is so deep, he may not know it? Well, I have a lot of books, I will lend you some to read first, with pictures and texts, combining theory with practice!"

"Don't bother me?" Yang Xiaokong felt something was wrong, this person just met today, is it necessary to be so attentive?

Du Youshan stood up and resorted to playing hard to get, "It's just a few books, it's not troublesome at all, it's just that I'm busy sometimes..." Looking down into Lamb's eyes, he pondered for a few seconds like a gentleman, and said: " In this way, next time I come to Nanhe, I will bring you a few more books."

Yang Xiaokong nodded hesitantly: "Thank you in advance, Boss Du."

"You're welcome, student Yang."

Yang Xiaokong laughed, "Didn't you call me by my name just now?"

The gangster Du Tanshou, "But you keep calling me the boss."

Du Youshan slept in the room next to Yang Xiaokong for one night.The next day, after eating a so-called farmhouse-style breakfast, Shi Shiran drove his Cadillac down the mountain.

Wei Nanhe watched the guests off, waved his hands with a smile on his face, "Come play again when you have time, and walk slowly." After the car disappeared from sight, he threw the cigarette on the ground and said in a nasty voice, "Hurry up, it's better to go halfway. Roll over."

Yang Xiaokong wiped off his cold sweat, "Senior Brother Wei, what's wrong with you?"

Bai Weiyu pointed his middle finger in the direction of Du Youshan's departure, "That's a scumbag, you will know later."

Three days later, Yang Xiaokong woke up dizzy and dizzy, and was shocked to find that he had a fever without any warning, and he didn't even have a runny nose. The illness really came out of nowhere.He struggled on the bed for a long time, feeling extremely uncomfortable, so he took out his mobile phone and called Bai Weiyu, dying, he said, "Weiyu, I'm sick and can't get up, come and see me." The implication is , bring me something to eat.

A group of people in Gongcifang were eating breakfast, Le Zhengqi and Bai Weiyu liked to quarrel and play together, so they snatched Bai Weiyu's mobile phone to play games, answered the phone by the way, sniffling Said: "I have a cold, right? I have a cold too, it's no big deal, you want someone else to serve you?"

Yang Xiaokong was dumb, so he had to reluctantly get out of bed, took a toothbrush and dragged a towel into the bathroom to take a shower, to make himself look refreshed, he leaned on the wall and staggered out of the wooden building, stumbled on the steps of the door When he fell, he staggered a few steps under his feet, almost bumping his head against the pillar.

Bai Weiyu chewed on fried dough sticks and quacked, "Excessive indulgence? Gonorrhea? Syphilis? Hemorrhoids?" Yang Xiaokong didn't have the strength to argue with him, so he forced a smile and drank two mouthfuls of porridge without appetite.

Wei Nanhe brought two packs of cold medicine, "It just so happens that you and Xiao Qi each get a pack after dinner."

Wei Lao put his shoulders on Yang Xiaokong's shoulders in a serious manner, and his blind eyes shone brightly: "You are happy! You are happy!" Yang Xiaokong asked the sky speechlessly.

Le Zhengqi had a cold, but was still bouncing around with a runny nose; Yang Xiaokong had a cold, half dead, sitting on the stone bench at the door of the wooden building basking in the sun, hot and cold, struggling to breathe.Until noon, Mr. Cao was going to take a car home to eat at the vendor, and stopped by to see Yang Xiaokong. Seeing that his face was flushed, and he was really sick, he couldn't help feeling a little flustered, and asked, "Xiaokong, what's wrong with you?"

Yang Xiaokong moved his lips: "I don't know."

Cao Lao called Wei Nanhe and asked him to take Yang Xiaokong down the mountain to see a doctor, but Yang Xiaokong didn't shirk it, the illness was really strange, it didn't seem like he had a cold.

Wei Nanhe drove Yang Xiaokong out of the gate of Gongcifang, and Bai Weiyu ran out from Zhuangbitang, tearful, stretched out his hand from the car window to pull Yang Xiaokong, and wailed, "Junior brother... I can't bear you... "

Yang Xiaokong couldn't help but turn red, and said weakly: "Weiyu, I just went down the mountain to see a doctor, I won't die on the way."

Wei Nanhe looked at Bai Weiyu coldly, "Just pretend."

Bai Weiyu wiped his tears and said, "Master, let's go." He wanted to take out a handbag from his pocket according to the occasion, but he only took out a pen, eraser, note paper, etc., and then he took out a sock, reluctantly He waved it, "I'll wait for you here, don't pick wild flowers on the side of the road..."

Yang Xiaokong moved into the seat, and said weakly to Wei Nanhe: "Brother Wei, let's go, I'm about to pass out from Wei Yu's noise."

Bai Weiyu waved his socks as he watched the car go away, and said to himself, "Young brother is really as delicate as a little flower, even a cold is such a torment."

Le Zhengqi's mouth was full of food, "He's really delicate! Let's call him Yang Xiaohua from now on..."

At dusk, Wei Nanhe sent Yang Xiaokong back. His cause was found out, chickenpox. The preliminary diagnosis was that some trace toxins from chemical paint entered the respiratory tract, failed to be excreted smoothly and deposited in the body.

When he opened the car door, Bai Weiyu found that Yang Xiaokong's skin had begun to appear red rashes.

Mr. Cao was completely clueless, thinking, if you use lacquer, you will be allergic, and if you use chemical paint, you will get chickenpox. What should I do with this child?

Knowing that his illness was contagious, Yang Xiaokong hid in his room silently after he came back, feeling extremely depressed, Le Zhengqi and Bai Weiyu looked at each other, and they were in no mood to talk to him anymore.

Bai Weiyu carried the food and knocked on Yang Xiaokong's door, "Xiaokong, eat."

Yang Xiaokong replied: "You can leave it at the door, it will be contagious."

Bai Weiyu sneered, "It's not leprosy, it's all right." There was no sound in the room.

Le Zhengqi held the tissue box and blew his nose, and pressed Bai Weiyu with his elbow, "It's really ugly."

Bai Weiyu put the dishes at the door, and said angrily, "You still have the nerve to talk about others?"

The two of them had nothing to do, they caught the dogs out for a bath, Le Zhengqi dragged out a wooden bucket, poured it into warm water, and threw the skinny yellow dog into it first.Bian Bian screamed and jumped wildly, his front paws resting on the edge of the wooden barrel, just being honest, Bai Weiyu looked up at the crescent moon above his head, and sighed like an old man: "Xiaokong is so pitiful, what should I do now?" What to do?"

Le Zhengqi blinked, "If you don't learn lacquer painting, you won't die."

"He will die, he will die miserably!" Bai Weiyu glanced at Le Zhengqi through the hazy water vapor, "He has been in vain for the past three years, it is a pity that he passed the exam, let's just mix it up, the lacquer can't be used, Using chemical paint will cause chickenpox, nothing can be done, and three years of messing around is a waste of time.”

"Chickenpox once and you will be immune for life!"

"It's so easy to say!" Bai Weiyu poured body lotion on Bianbian and murmured, "It's just chickenpox now. God knows what will happen in the future. Besides, we are people who deal with paint all day long. Paint is not the solution, within three or four years, the respiratory system will have something wrong, and if you do it for a lifetime, you will probably get Parkinson's disease when you get old."

The two were silent for a while, Le Zhengqi rubbed his flat and dripping tail, and whispered, "Don't think about him for now, Weiyu, I'm going to Shaanxi tomorrow, there is a tomb of the Western Han Dynasty there."

Bai Weiyu was taken aback, "What? What's wrong with you? Are you afraid that Brother Wei will beat you up?"

"I don't really want to go either." Le Zhengqi raised his left hand, looked at the scar by the moonlight, and said with a bit of sadness in his tone, "Before the rainy day, it was very itchy here, and my left hand is not as flexible as before. Hurt, it hurts."

Bai Weiyu grabbed his wrist and said viciously: "Nonsense, can it not hurt? I think Brother Wei should buy a dog chain to keep you on a leash."

Le Zhengqi withdrew his hand, flattened his mouth, and said pitifully: "Old Man asked Nan He to talk about the situation of the tomb yesterday. Nan He ignored him. He left early in the morning. I secretly called Xiao Man to talk. Don't tell Nan He, I will cooperate with them alone."

"It's Xiaoman's son of a bitch again!" Bai Weiyu's face darkened, "You child's wings are stiff, or is it the rebellious period, just now you said it hurts, and you want to look for it?"

"I'll be careful." Le Zhengqi rubbed his arms, pretending to be relaxed and said, "I've been idle for half a year since I was injured last time, and I'm like a waste..."

Bai Weiyu cut him off: "Just be a good-for-nothing and idle around obediently, so as not to cause losses to the country and the people!"

Le Zhengqi smiled, "Although I don't like the tomb robbery industry either. But what else can I do if I don't do this? I've been idle for a long time, I'm bored, Nanhe wants me to study, and I'm not interested..."

Bai Weiyu knew he couldn't persuade him, so he thought for a long time and said, "I'll go with you."

Le Zhengqi couldn't help laughing: "Oh, Master Cao is willing to let you go?"

Bai Weiyu had a hippie smile on his face: "Shaanxi, you rob the tomb; I'll take care of it, and I'll deal with the teacher!"

"There is no door at all!" Le Zhengqi slapped him on the forehead, "You are just like Xiaoman, you will only hinder me!"

Back at the wooden building, the food was still at the door, Yang Xiaokong didn’t eat anything, Lezheng Qi got annoyed, kicked open the door, “Yang Xiaokong, who are you trying to get angry with?” Yang Xiaokong was startled and covered himself with a quilt Head, revealing one eye timidly looking at each other.

Le Zhengqi put the food on the head of the bed, and stretched out his hand to pull his quilt, "What the hell is this? Why are the quilts covered so tightly? Be careful of getting chickenpox and prickly heat!"

Yang Xiaokong shrank into the bed, "Don't move, it will be contagious!"

"Tell me a fart!" Le Zhengqi threw off his quilt, "I've had chickenpox since I was ten years old, so I'm already immune."

Yang Xiaokong's short hair was covered in a mess, and the rash on his limbs and face became more and more severe. He curled up on the corner of the bed, and said listlessly: "I'll eat, I'll eat, you guys go out."

Bai Weiyu pulled a chair and sat down in front of the bed, "We will watch you take the medicine, and you can take the medicine after you eat."

Yang Xiaokong stared at Bai Weiyu sadly, took a few bites from the bowl, "I don't have much appetite."

Le Zhengqi looked at his frowning face with interest, "Don't cry, it will disappear in a week, don't scratch it with your hands, it won't leave scars, and it will be healed in a few months."

Yang Xiaokong said aggrieved and crying, "I didn't cry."

"Come on, I'm going to cry if I'm not crying, you eat, we'll talk to you." Le Zhengqi sat cross-legged on the edge of Ba Bu's bed, "I was still in the grave when I got chickenpox, and my father put me in the coffin , he went to the village clinic to buy me medicine, but as soon as my dad left, the guy in the coffin started to move..."

Bai Weiyu: "Ahem..."

Lezheng Qi gesticulated and said, "I saw it, it's still..."

Bai Weiyu: "Cough cough cough..."

Le Zhengqi gave Bai Weiyu a dissatisfied glance, and then looked at Yang Xiaokong, "It's still a meat dumpling! It got up and crawled around..."

Yang Xiaokong was puzzled: "Meat dumplings?"

"It's a corpse that hasn't decayed!" Le Zhengqi was a little thirsty, and took a sip of Yang Xiaokong's radish soup. , and was bitten by him..." Yang Xiaokong was dripping with cold sweat.

Bai Weiyu stood up weakly and pulled him, "Qi Zai, let Xiao Kong rest."

Le Zhengqi threw it away, "I haven't finished talking yet, where did I go? Oh, I was bitten by it, so I went to bite it too, it smells so bad, I bit off a piece of meat from its shoulder, and maggots crawled It's on my face..." Yang Xiaokong swallowed, and the little appetite that had just brewed subsided again.

"Later that guy was stabbed to death by my dad. My dad thought I was going to die, so he hugged me and cried. It was the first time I saw my dad cry, but I didn't die. I'll be fine after I sleep! What's even more strange is that no matter which zongzi they met in the tomb, they all thought I was their own kind, and they only chased after my father and not me..."

Bai Weiyu interjected: "Rabies still has an incubation period of more than ten years. When do you have an attack, don't bite me."

Le Zhengqi rolled his eyes at him, and continued: "So, Xiaokong, you know it's not a blessing if you lose your horse. One bad luck, there will definitely be another good thing waiting for you." Yang Xiaokong held the bowl, didn't want to cry at first, Now his eyes were red.

Bai Weiyu turned his face to snicker, looked back and saw Le Zhengqi started to eat meat again after drinking Yang Xiaokong's soup, not knowing whether to laugh or cry, he stepped into the Babu bed, leaned over and put his hand under Le Zhengqi's armpit, and dragged him up. Just leave, "Okay, baby Seven, don't eat sick meals!"

Le Zhengqi found an excuse to go back to his sister's house to spend a few days with his father early the next morning, and went down the mountain.

It was a cool morning in the mountains.Wei Nanhe found out a worn-out denim jacket and put it on Le Zhengqi, pulled the zipper to the top, and then patted him on the face, "Go back to your mother's house when you have time and stay obediently for a few days, talk to your dad more, don't make him angry."

"I don't have a chance to talk to him. I talk to my sister and brother-in-law when I go back, but he ignores me." Lezheng said angrily, "After my sister bought him a Tibetan mastiff, he didn't even look at me. !"

Wei Nanhe lowered his head and kissed him on the forehead, "I'll go there during the Chinese New Year and give him a present to accompany his sin..."

"Be careful that he lets the dog bite you to death!"

Wei Nanhe smiled, "Don't scold me like your father." He put his arms around Le Zhengqi, and whispered close to his ear, "The master will definitely like that Yuan blue and white pot as a betrothal gift."

Le Zhengqi narrowed his eyes and smiled: "You profiteer! I dug something myself as my own dowry, you..." Halfway through, he said with a "bah", "Fuck your mother's dowry!" Wei Nanhe's short hair chattered wildly, "You have to talk nonsense to drive my dad to death to be proud? Old hooligan!"

Bai Weiyu looked out from the window on the second floor to see the two people flirting, and the sour feeling lingered in his heart.He lowered the curtains, turned around in the dark room, and shouted, "Xiaokong, don't lie under the quilt, go for a walk!"

Yang Xiaokong curled up like a snail: "Weiyu, don't come into my room, it will be contagious."

"My Pegasus Meteor! Who is so delicate like you? Yang Xiaohua!" Bai Weiyu pulled back his quilt, "I must get up and eat!"

Yang Xiaokong: "Woo, it's really contagious..."

"Oh, my baa." Bai Weiyu was taken aback, "Why are there more and more?"

Yang Xiaokong: "Hey, don't touch me, the week before was the peak period of infectious germs..."

"Come on, I'll bring you the food." Bai Weiyu had no choice but to leave Yang Xiaokong and go downstairs.

Wei Nanhe has a descendant of the Maoshan School, Lao Man, who surveys the tomb. Du Youshan has a Fengshui master Huo Li. It's mixed with Du Youshan, so there's no way to know.

At the same time that Lao Man discovered a tomb of the Western Han Dynasty in remote Shaanxi, Huo Li discovered a Ming Dynasty official kiln site in a county under the jurisdiction of the city.

The official kiln ruins are different from the tombs. Not only are the organs hidden in the tombs, but also the meat dumplings. It is very risky to turn eastward and westward like a maze. If you really touch the funerary objects, you may not be able to move them out. The official kiln ruins are different. In ancient times, the porcelain that was paid as tribute to the imperial court was extremely particular. Only a few pieces or even none of the porcelain fired in a kiln met the requirements of the imperial court. The rest of the porcelain could not be circulated among the people.

It cannot be said that those discarded products are all rubbish. The kiln workers and potters in ancient times fired porcelain with their heads in their hands. Almost every piece of porcelain can be regarded as a fine product in today's eyes. These fine products have been hidden in the soil for hundreds of years. , not one or two pieces, once dug into the kiln, several tons of porcelain pieces are shipped out!Most of them are badly broken, and can be circulated in ghost markets and antique shops at the price of Ming Dynasty official kiln porcelain. You can find a buyer at a price of several thousand; there are also very few complete products, which are even more valuable. If you take them to Du Youshan's own auction house, they can fetch a minimum of 10,000+.

With a cigarette in his mouth, Du Youshan smiled triumphantly and told his subordinates: "Buy that piece of land first, pretend it's digging a foundation, no one cares how deep I want to dig."

Du Youshan's right-hand assistant and bodyguard is a 27-year-old retired soldier named Wu Jia. He has a gentle and refreshing appearance. He looks like a scholar. Don't underestimate him. Having been with Du Youshan for several years, he acted decisively and ruthlessly, and usually stood beside Du Youshan like an invisible person, never saying a word of nonsense.

Speaking of which, it's not good for Du Youshan to be short-sighted. He didn't care about the reason why rabbits don't eat grass by the side of their nests. He had already gnawed Wu Jia's body up and down, and he couldn't chew it. He thought Wu Jia's forehead was beautiful, so he ordered him to wear long bangs to cover his eyebrows, and thought that he had a pair of vivid red phoenix eyes, so he threw away a pair of black-rimmed glasses without prescription However, Wu Jia is submissive, like a soft persimmon, he can pinch it however he likes.

Wu Jia's work efficiency is extremely high. After 10 minutes, he entered the office and handed Du Youshan a map: "Boss Du, this land must not be moved."

"What can't be moved?" Du Youshan took out a lighter and said with a sneer, "Is that land a residential house or a garden? Find the person in charge, and the money doesn't matter!"

Wu Jia said calmly, "That's the county police station."

Du Youshan choked, didn't even light a cigarette, looked at Huo Li with horrified eyes, "Police station?"

"Boss Du is afraid? Don't you have brothers in several provinces and cities around you?" Huo Li smiled like a flower, with a provocative tone in his tone: "Didn't you say last time that even if there were treasures buried downstairs in the city hall, you would still bury them?" Did the city government push it?"

Du Youshan scratched his head, lit a cigarette on his knees, and sighed: "Huo Li, you are really giving me a problem! Wu Jia, what do you think?"

Wu Jia thought about it for a while, and said: "Let all the shops in front of the police station, and hire people to pretend to be a business during the day. At night, close the doors and dig tunnels, and dig in from the outside of the wall."

Huo Li smiled: "I always feel that I just need to discuss things with Wu Jia. Boss Du will only say: "Wu Jia, look at it. Wu Jia, what do you think?" Who is the boss? "

Wu Jia adjusted his glasses, and said humbly, "Boss Du is the one who makes the decision." Du Youshan squinted at him, and felt disgusted in his heart, bah!