The old man was eating the noodles sullenly. I sat across from him with the food and wine. He was a little strange and felt uncomfortable eating the noodles. He didn't ask me what I was doing and unconsciously covered his broken bag with his hands.

When I saw this posture, it seemed like there was something good in this bag. I thought, could it be possible that the young master really got it right?

The young master on one side came up with two cups and placed one in front of the old man. When he saw it, the old man thought someone on my side wanted to occupy his seat and stood up to change seats.

I thought to myself that this man was a coward, so I grabbed him and shouted, "Hey, don't leave."

The old man smiled and said, "Sit for your friend and I'll go over there to eat."

I pressed him down and said, "What friend is inviting you to drink this wine?" I opened the wine and poured it for him.

The old man looked strange, but the smell of wine came with it. I saw that his legs were weak and he couldn't walk even if he wanted to. He asked me, "Invite me to eat? I don't know you, why would you treat me to drink?"

I handed him a cigarette and he waved it off. I insisted on giving it to him. He took it without smoking and put it aside. I smiled like a professional antique dealer and said, "You don't know me, but I know you."

The old man was even more confused and asked: "You know me, so there's no reason why I shouldn't know you?"

I pretended to look around, then lowered my voice, pointed to the broken bag in his hand, and said softly to him: "Don't believe that I not only know you, but I also know the contents of your bag."

The old man's expression immediately changed. He covered his broken bag and stood up. When I saw this posture, the old man seemed to want to get out of his way, so he thought to himself, why are you so nervous? He quickly stood up and blocked his way and said, "Okay, okay, I can still do it."

Can’t I steal it from you?”

The old man didn't want to take my advice and asked, "What on earth do you do?"

I motioned him to sit down and said softly to him: "Didn't you just ask me outside Nangong if I wanted to wait for a fight? Do you still remember?"

The old man looked at me doubtfully, as if he was recalling but couldn't recall, and shook his head: "I don't remember. Just tell me what you do. I think your smile is not a good thing. If you don't tell me, I will leave."

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I cursed in my heart, slapped him and said softly: "Look at your memory, am I just an antique collector in Nangong? Do you really not remember or are you pretending not to remember?"

When the old man heard this, he calmed down, looked me over, and asked, "Are you really an antique collector? Then you are so powerful. How did you know that I have something to sell?"

I coughed and pointed to his bag and said, "Look, you've been hanging around the gate of Nangong all day long holding a bag and speaking rude words. Everyone knows that you are an old Nan who came to the city to sell goods.

You don’t need to be taught.” This is nonsense. It’s actually not easy to tell that he has something on his person.

The old man was stunned: "What are you talking about? What are you talking about?"

When I heard this, I was surprised and said, "Is that what you told me about waiting for a beating without waiting for a beating?"

"Oh, those are rude words. I didn't know that my friend taught me this. Anyone who wants to sell antiques has to shout like this." The old man said.

When I heard the emotion, he didn’t know what he was talking about and said with a smile: “Old man, things are different these days. The nonsense your friend taught you is no longer spoken by anyone. That’s why you can’t sell your stuff. Let’s sit down and say don’t let anyone see it.”

play."

As he said this, he pointed at the other guests who were having dinner. They were looking at us as if they were watching a show, not knowing why I was teasing an old man.

Seeing that everyone else was looking at us, the old man seemed to understand and sat back in his seat and whispered: "No wonder no one paid attention to me after selling for six or seven days--the boss invited me to drink, did he want to collect my things?"

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I don’t know what’s in his bag. He looks like a young man who can’t tell the value of antiques. But I’ve been fooled many times and know that the more such a person is, the more likely he is a liar. I dare not look down on him and said: “Yes, as long as

If you want to make a move, I have to take a look at your things first."

The old man looked at me suspiciously, carefully took out the bag, took half of it, but took it back again: "How about changing to another place and my friend said that if I was caught selling this thing, I would be shot and it would not be easy for me to take him out."

I heard it funny and thought, are you a soldier or the mother-in-law Fang Ding? If caught, he will be shot. The more I look at him, the more he looks like a liar. But I don’t see how serious he is and I don’t want to go against his will. Looking around, he looks like a liar.

The people who came out of Nangong were all listening with their ears pricked up. What he said made sense, so he pointed to the doorway of the kitchen on one side: "It's a good thing. Let's not show it to others. Let's go into the inner room and I will explain this to you carefully."

thing?"

The old man looked at the wine and nodded. I gave the young master a wink, and the young master took us into the place where their employees ate behind his store and brought in all the wine and food from outside.

There is no access to the back of this small room and it is very clean. If I have something to do, I will take a nap here or something. The young master set up a round table and I told the old man to be polite.

He had already been salivating for the white wine. He raised his head and took a big sip. His face immediately turned red. Then he picked up the vegetables and ate. It looked like he had never eaten anything good.

When I saw that this old man was too young, no one in the world would tell you to drink. But when I thought of this, I suddenly felt excited and said, "Isn't this guy a cheater?" Wait a minute and he took it out of his bag.

We were so damn angry that a large tile was covered with a table of vegetables.

Thinking that I would not let him eat more, I asked: "Old man, don't just eat. Let's talk while eating. Can we see your food?"

The old man ignored me and drank up a glass of white wine in two sips. He was so rude and poured another glass of wine. Then he said to the bottom of the bottle: "You drink this wine well."

When I saw that he was really good at drinking, I asked the young master to get two more bottles of Fenjiu to let him relax.

The old man only focused on eating. I asked him several times for something, but he didn't seem to hear. Finally, I snatched the wine from him and then he gave me the broken bag.

I hurriedly opened my heart and said, "If you are a rag, don't blame me for disrespecting the old man. I will beat you until you vomit out everything you eat."

This bag was from before the liberation. It was the kind that landlords brought with them when they went out in the late Qing Dynasty. Although it smelled very strong, it was enough to deal with a few big ones when they were brought to Nangong. I opened the zipper of the bag and looked inside. It was full of newspaper bags.

A bunch of stuff.

As the old saying goes, every word suppresses a ghost, so all open weapons must be wrapped with something with words. In the past, rice paper with written words was used, and now it is natural to use newspapers with so many words on them that even the ghosts of the reinforcement master will be wrapped up for you. Now this

Rules: There are many industries in other places that use newspapers to wrap things, not just for the convenience of newspapers.

I took it out and counted six, three big, two small, and one flat.

When I opened the big one and looked at it, my ears started to jump. The newspaper was still full of mud. I took a quick look and found that it was a double-eared, narrow-necked bronze goblet from the Western Han Dynasty. Looking at the quality and the degree of preservation, it was used for drinking.

The thing may have only cost 20 cents at that time, but it doesn't cost 5,000 yuan now.

What was the concept of five thousand yuan in those years? I felt dizzy when I looked at it and quickly went to look at a few other items. The other two small ones and the two large ones were all bronze goblets and bronze urns of different sizes and shapes.

It's the same set. I estimate that this set can be sold for 30,000 yuan in Nangong. It's hard to say if it's going to Shanghai or Beijing.

The last flat object was a piece of decayed bronze, engraved with bird seal inscriptions and cloud and thunder patterns, which seemed to have been broken off from a large bronze vessel.

These few small items alone are enough for me to make a small profit. Looking at this bronze piece, I guess he may have something big that he hasn’t brought out. I can’t help but feel dumbfounded. These things, not to mention buying him a drink, are nothing even if he is treated to food for a week.

Things about Qijiao.

I was stunned and asked the old man: "Old man, where did you get all these things? Damn, I was stunned."

The old man glanced at me and said, "Don't ask, just give me a price if you want."

At this time, I really didn’t dare to put a price on these things. The specifications of these things are too high and the quality is very good. It is rare to see things of this quality nowadays. I feel that this thing may not be stolen from tomb robbers, but may be from someone who collects these things.

It was stolen from a rich man's house. If it was something stolen from a tomb, I wouldn't be afraid of death and would not call the police. But if it was stolen from someone else's house, it would be very hot and if it were put on the market, it would probably be traced to me.

I was in a dilemma and thought for a while and said: "I'll tell you the truth, your stuff is of such good quality that not many people dare to take it out. Why don't you tell me the truth where you got this stuff? Or I can help you introduce some of them."

If you are brave, you can pay me some introduction fees, otherwise if your stuff is illegal, I will harm you."

"Is the black goods really black goods?" The old man was puzzled, but when he saw that I didn't want to buy this thing anymore, he became nervous and stopped drinking.

I explained the black goods to him and said: "I dare to accept any of these things, but I dare not accept this black goods. Thunder is more powerful than ghosts."

He thought about it thoughtfully and said to me: "Boss, don't worry, these are not black goods. I fished them out of the Yellow River."

"In the Yellow River?" I really didn't expect this answer.

"That's right, it's been half a year."

The old man put down the wine and seemed to have made up his mind, "Don't look at me like this. I'm actually a skilled worker. I'm a boat operator on the Yellow River. This is what happened─"

The old man's real name is Wang Quansheng. Although he is said to be an old man, he said that he is only forty years old. It is not surprising that people who engage in manual labor usually look older.

The old man's occupation is very special. I was shocked when I heard about it. His occupation is now called "Yellow River Water Ghost". What he does, officially speaking, is to salvage waste, and to put it informally, it is to pick rags in the Yellow River.

Millions of tons of garbage are washed down from the upper reaches of the Yellow River every year. A large amount of industrial waste, parts, and construction materials are deposited at the bottom of the Yellow River.

Wang Quansheng and a few people contracted a small boat to sink into the Yellow River with a special sledge and pull it along the river to grab the silt garbage at the bottom of the Yellow River into the sledge and then fish it up, wash it with water and sort it. Basically 90% of it is fished out.

The garbage that comes up is useless and dumped back into the Yellow River, leaving only metal, plastic and glass that can be recycled and sold for money.

Even so, Wang Quansheng's annual income is still quite considerable because the section of the river basin he contracted is the sedimentation area of ​​the Yellow River. The river is wide and slow, and a lot of garbage is deposited in this section. He can earn at least 20 yuan for a round trip at that time.

This kind of income is unimaginable.

The bronzes he is holding now were fished out from under the dam last December. He said that when his sledge was pulled to that place, the water surface suddenly started to swirl. From his experience, he knew it was a river.

The mud at the bottom collapsed.

The bottom of the Yellow River is very uneven in many places. The bottom of the sledge is elevated for him. If he pulls the balance and breaks the overhead, it will sink. If the thing pulled by the sledge is heavy, Wang Quansheng's boat may be pulled below the waterline, so he immediately

He let go of the rope of the sledge and let it sink. What was strange was that even after he lowered the rope of six to seven meters, the sledge was still falling. It seemed that the hollow underneath was very deep.

He didn't feel it until the rope was lowered for more than ten meters. Then he tried to drag the sledge out in several directions. It took a long time before the sledge became loose.
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