Guanzhong Tomb Robbery Notes

Chapter 414: There are at least 5 pots

The old man stared at me with his eyes that had white pupils.

Even though he was blind, I still felt like I was being seen through.

Especially when he said, "That pot of rice will not be outside the village," my heart skipped a beat.

Does he know about the Western Zhou tomb in the fields outside the village?

Are you referring to me?

And the last sentence is "You can't eat that pot of rice!"

Is he implying that the tomb is dangerous and should not be touched, or is he deliberately bluffing me?

You can't blame me for being suspicious when thinking about these things.

As the old saying goes, competitors are enemies.

Throughout history, when colleagues meet each other, they always smile on their faces but stab each other in the back.

Because it concerns their respective interests.

In order to grab profits, peers will do anything despicable.

Tomb robbing is the same business.

Later, there were many cases of colleagues reporting on each other.

They all want to kill their competitors and take all the resources of the surrounding ancient tombs into their own hands.

I think this blind old man is no ordinary person.

He might be a veteran in the tomb-robbing business.

So I decided to figure out his background.

"May I ask your name?"

"No need to bother, my last name is Zheng."

"I'm the second uncle of these two bastards."

Uncle Zheng pointed at the Zheng brothers' yard with his crutch, then turned and walked back.

As he walked, he said, "These two bastards won't open the door."

"If you don't mind, come to my house and have a seat."

"Let me hear how good you are at setting up a pot."

When I heard the word "fix the pot", I shuddered all over.

No need to bottom out anymore.

Based on these two words, we can be sure that Zheng Erbo is an old tomb robber.

In the Shanxi and Shaanxi areas, tomb robbing is called "zhiguo".

In Henan Province and northern Jiangsu Province, tomb robbing is called digging sweet potatoes.

In the Beijing-Hebei region, there are many names for this process, such as digging mushrooms, sweeping warehouses, turning over the chamber, turning over the chamber big, and blasting graves.

Among them, the large-scale tomb excavation is specially made by using the large-top-lifting technique to dig directly from the top of the tomb to the bottom.

The custom of blowing up graves originated from the warlord Sun Dianying.

Ever since he used explosives to blow up the Eastern Qing Tombs, tomb robbers during the Republic of China period have been eyeing this method and started using it.

In other words, the method of using explosives to blow up stolen holes has been used since the Republic of China.

In Shandong Province and the three northeastern provinces, it is more commonly called tomb raiding, and the leader of the tomb robbers is also called a "baotou" here.

Its origin can be traced back to the influence of the movement to cross the Guandong in the late Qing Dynasty.

At that time in the Northeast, the person who dug ginseng was called the ginseng boss, and the person who dug gold was called the gold boss. Gradually, the leaders of all walks of life were respectfully called bosses.

In the south, tomb robbing is called "turning over rice dumplings" or "turning over salted fish".

Let’s get back to the present.

When I heard Uncle Zheng's invitation to visit his house, I looked at Huang Ziran and asked if he wanted to go.

Huang Ziran nodded slightly and said softly: "No venture, no gain."

So we followed Uncle Zheng into the yard.

When we entered the yard, Uncle Zheng's right ear moved slightly.

After making sure that we had entered the yard, he grabbed the gate and closed it gently.

"Sit wherever you want. I'll get you some water in a bowl."

I quickly said, "Don't bother, we're not thirsty."

Uncle Zheng grinned and said, "Why, are you afraid that an old blind man like me will drug you?"

"Don't worry, we stopped playing that game decades ago."

I looked at him in astonishment.

I thought to myself, this old man dares to say anything.

The tomb robbers who drugged tombs decades ago were definitely ruthless characters no matter how you look at it.

I have heard many stories from Grandpa Tuo about tomb robbers robbing each other.

In the past, if tomb robbers wanted to keep the treasure for themselves, they would usually kill their accomplices in the tomb.

This behavior is called "live seeding."

It means to plant your accomplices alive in the grave.

Correspondingly, those who want to keep the treasure for themselves will be punished by the method of "becoming an earthly immortal".

Becoming a Dixian sounds nice, but it actually means being buried alive.

This shows that the infighting among tomb robbers is also very fierce.

After all, money can move people's hearts...

Mr. Su walked out of the house holding a porcelain teapot in his left hand and three porcelain bowls in his right hand.

I hurried forward to support him.

But he blocked it with his elbow.

"Pity I'm blind and can't see?"

"No need."

He took a step forward and walked to the middle of the yard very confidently.

Then he turned left and walked right to the stone table and sat down.

The porcelain bowls were lined up on the table.

Pick up the teapot and start pouring water.

He tilted his head slightly and listened carefully to the sound of water with his right ear.

All three bowls were filled with exactly half a bowl of tea.

"Come and sit."

"Help yourself some tea."

After saying that, he picked up the tea and started drinking it.

This was to dispel our suspicion that he had drugged the water.

Huang Ziran and I sat opposite him.

He picked up the porcelain bowl and held it in his hand, but didn't drink.

Uncle Zheng put down his bowl and said, "Judging from your accent, you're from the Xianyang Plateau."

"Xianyangyuan is a good place to bury the emperor."

"You can dig up a grave just by poking your head out. Isn't that enough for you to cook?"

"Why run here?"

"Looking for my two good-for-nothing nephews."

This is to trick me.

I was just thinking about how to answer when Uncle Zheng suddenly changed the subject.

"Although your place is where the emperor is buried, I don't know how many times it has been robbed over the past thousands of years."

“It’s no exaggeration to say that nine out of ten tombs are empty.”

"You couldn't find anything to dig on the Xianyang Plateau, so you came here to try your luck?"

Uncle Zheng shook his head and laughed as he spoke.

As if he was certain that his guess was correct.

He suddenly raised his head and said proudly, "This area of ​​West Mansion has always produced important weapons since ancient times."

“Let’s not talk about the distant past, let’s talk about the four national treasures of the late Qing Dynasty.”

"The Dayu Ding, the Maogong Ding, the Guojizi Bai Pan, and the Sanshi Pan were all unearthed here."

"Come to think of it, we were in the same business decades ago."

"At that time, the four of us Zheng brothers walked through every inch of Qishan County just to find the tomb."

"Let's not talk about other places, just the area around our Hejia Village."

"There are at least fifty Western Zhou tombs!"

Uncle Zheng stretched out five fingers and shook them vigorously in front of me.

Fifty Western Zhou tombs?!

This number makes my heart pound.

Fifty seats!

We need to dig up all these graves...

wrong!

How could he reveal such important information?

This is too much!

It looks like cheating no matter how you look at it!

I immediately collected my mind and suppressed the greed that was rising in my heart.

Said in a flattering tone: "Great!"

"We found so many Western Zhou tombs!"

"Haha." Uncle Zheng smiled coldly.

"If you have the life to find it, you also have the life to dig it out!"

"When the four of us brothers were digging the grave outside the village, an accident happened."

"My eldest brother and third brother died tragically in the tomb."

"My fourth brother lost everything below the waist. He died within two weeks of being rescued."

"My eyes..."

Uncle Zheng pointed at his own eyes with white pupils.

"He was also blind in that tomb."

"It's all retribution!"

"Tomb robbing is too detrimental to one's virtue and will bring about retribution!"

Uncle Zheng, who was a little excited, paused for a moment.

After calming down, he continued, "If you want to rob the tomb outside the village, I can tell you what happened at that time."

"But you have to promise me."

"You can't ask my two nephews to take the blame!"

"I can't let the roots of the Zheng family be destroyed in that tomb!"

squeak!

There was a sudden slight sound from the gate.

The moment the sound rang out, Zheng Erbo's ears moved slightly.

He immediately stood up and blocked our view of the gate.

Then he lowered his eyelids and said, "I can be sure that there are some very important artifacts in that tomb."

"Just promise not to look for my two nephews."

"I can find a way for you to get the important weapon in the tomb!"