The next day, when my old couple saw me, he didn't mention what happened last night, as if he didn't know anything about it at all.

I feel that old cousin is extremely sinister and frighteningly sinister.

A few days later, the old couple prepared a box and put it in the car he was riding in, and then called me into the car. He hugged my shoulder affectionately and said, "Brother, we are friends in distress. I met you in the most difficult time; you met me in the most difficult time. We are the best friends."

I didn't say a word, and I didn't know what he was selling.

The old couple continued, "Your benefactor is my benefactor. Let's go to see the benefactor together today. You said that there is a charcoal burning farm dozens of miles away from the city. Today we will visit the shopkeeper and give him gifts."

I know that my elder brother is testing me again. This old devil is even more cunning than a fox.

The charcoal burning farm is just below the mountain, and the car arrives in a short while.

There were two brothers in the charcoal burning farm. The years of smoke and fire made them dark all over, like two gorillas. Because they were isolated from the world for a long time, their language almost deteriorated, and they would only laugh when they saw people. For many years, they had contacted people who came to buy charcoal.

As soon as I saw the charcoal-burning brothers, I knelt on the ground and cried, thanking them for their rescue. The old couple in plain clothes and the military police stood aside, looking at the charcoal-burning cave curiously. They didn't seem to look at me, but they were staring at me all the time.

The charcoal brother helped me up and smiled, his face full of honest expressions. Because his skin was dark, his teeth looked particularly white, as if his face was covered with white teeth.

The old co-organizer asked: "How can trees burn charcoal?"

The big brothers burning charcoal said: "Boil the fire."

The old co-organizer asked: "How to roast it on fire?"

The little brother burning charcoal said: "Continuously roasting."

The Charcoal Burning Brothers have rich experience in burning charcoal, but they don’t know how to express it. Charcoal Burning is a long and complicated process that requires continuous heating and heating, force out the smoke from the wood, and then cool it down, thus making charcoal black and light. When warming again, the charcoal burns red, but there is no smoke.

Lao Tong asked how to burn charcoal. In fact, his purpose was not to burn charcoal. He observed the burning charcoal brothers and wanted to know if I was lying.

The dull and honest charcoal brothers will certainly not lie. They are indeed my life-saving benefactors.

Two months ago, when winter came, one morning, I was dressed in a mess and fainted not far from the charcoal burning farm. A middle-aged man who was passing by hurriedly ran into the charcoal burning farm and told the charcoal burning brother that one of them was about to starve to death on the road ahead, so you can save him. The kind charcoal burning brother pulled the cart to the road and pulled me back to the charcoal burning farm.

Later, I lived with my brothers burning charcoal, ate together, and worked together. Later, I took the initiative to go to Duolun City to sell charcoal, and I went back and forth every two days. Soon, I met my old colleague at the entrance of the military commander's department.

Lao Tong didn’t know that this was a plan that the third uncle and the others had already decided.

The charcoal burner is real, and the passers-by are fake.

The passerby was Uncle Third Master.

Lao Tong believed that the Charcoal Brothers were my savior, and he took another solid step towards the trap direction we had set.

I entered the military police headquarters and wanted to follow the example of Yaoli who assassinated Qingji and assassinating Lao Tong with weapons was an impossible task. Lao Tong was wary of everyone. Although he had legs and feet, his skills were not useless. His judo skills were quite good, and he practiced frequently. He brought some young and middle-aged Chinese men to the military police headquarters for him to practice judo with those military police. These Chinese men were all beaten to the point of bruising and swollen faces and dying.

Lao Tong's shooting skills were very accurate. He could shoot down the birds in the tree with just raising his hand, and he didn't need to aim at it at all. He had a very small Browning pistol that he never left for a moment.

Uncle Third Master and others had long been sure that I had no chance to assassinate Lao Tong alone, so they only asked me to inquire about what Lao Tong's hobbies are.

Everyone has a hobby, and every hobby can help the opponent find a breakthrough.

Your hobby is your fatal point.

Lao Tong’s hobby is antiques.

Lao Tong not only likes antiques, he is also an antique connoisseur. Every once in a while, he goes out to collect antiques and brings some calligraphy, paintings and jade artifacts in his car. After a while, these things disappear, and it is probably because people have taken them to his hometown in Japan.

I don’t often walk out of the military police headquarters. When I’m fine, I sit in the yard to bask in the sun. But I have to go out every seven months. This is the joint day that I agreed with my third division uncle. In the first two months, I walked out, walked around the streets and finally walked back alone. There will definitely be someone behind me. Although I don’t know who he is in the bustling crowd, he must have been staring at me.

That was a plainclothes sent by Lao Tong.

In those two months, I walked on the street six times, and no one took the initiative to look for me. However, I knew there would be a pair of eyes staring at me and the military policeman who followed me.

That was the third uncle and the others.

One day, my old couple suddenly asked me: "Along the way, you walked from Chifeng to Duolun, do you know where there are valuable antiques?"

I said sincerely: "What is an antique?"

Lao Tong said: "It's something from the past. The older I get, the more I love it."

I thought about it hard, shook my head, but still didn't understand what an antique is.

The old couple looked at me and said, "Daidog, daidog, you're such a fucking fool."

Another day, the sun was very good, so I cleaned the sheets and hung them on the wooden sticks in the corner of the courtyard. My old couple walked to my sheets and suddenly stopped.

"Daitou, daitou." He shouted loudly.

I hurriedly ran through the room.

The old couple pointed to the copper coins sewn with needles and thread around my bed sheet and asked, "How did these copper coins come from?"

I opened my eyes and asked, "How did you come from? What are you asking?"

The old couple picked up the copper coins and said, "I'm asking this."

I suddenly realized and said, "Oh, mah money, it is called mah money, not copper coins." People in the northern countryside call copper coins mah money.

The old couple asked again: "How did you come from? How did you have this?"

I said lightly: "There are many monks in the Lama Temple."

The old co-organizer asked: "Where is the Lama Temple?"

I said, "No one knows that there is only one monk inside, and the people here are called Lama. When I was a refugee, I passed by there."

The old couple picked up my bed sheet and said, "Look, these copper coins are antiques. Some of the characters on them are Qianlong Tongbao, and some are Kangxi Tongbao. These are copper coins from the past, which are not worth much money in the past, but they are worth it now."

I said, "Is it valuable? No, that monk has a lot of these things, and they are given to the Bodhisattva by people."

The old couple thought about it and asked, "Is the Lama temple you mentioned very old?"

I said, "Yes, the house has leaked, not a thousand years, but hundreds of years. In the house where I live, there are such copper coins piled up in the corners of the walls. The monk said that this was sent by the pilgrims in the past."

Lao Tong said, "Okay, there must be a lot of antiques in the Lama Temple. In two days, you will take me there."

The Lama Temple had long been abandoned and there were no antiques. However, the Third Master and the others tricked a lot of antiques and placed them in the Lama Temple.

The third uncle's cheating technique is called "spreading" in the world. The third uncle made a fuss and deceived valuable antiques.

Next, I will talk about the tricks. There are still many tricks of cheating now, even more than before. People who do business are often cheated of their assets and capital, but in fact, they are all tricks of cheating.

My old man is interested in my bed sheets because there are a lot of hemp money on my bed sheets that I sewed with needles. These hemp money are all from the Qing Dynasty. These money are very valuable now.

In the past, northerners would sleep in large kangs. This is how the kangs were built. First, they used bricks or adobe to build up pillars, and the "grinding foundation" was laid on the pillars. The grinding foundation was made by mixing grass chips and soil. It was square, about one meter wide and one meter long, and the flue fire path was carried in the middle of the pillars. When the kang was burned, the fireworks would be grinding the grinding foundation, and those who were on the kang would feel warm.

Because it is a earthen kang, mats must be laid on the kang surface. The mats are made of reeds, mattresses are laid on the mattresses, and sheets are laid on the mattresses. The surface of the mattresses is very smooth, and the mattresses and sheets often slip to one side, so people sew the hemp money on the edge of the mattresses, and the mattresses and sheets will not slip to one side.

In the past, almost every household had a circle of hemp money sewn on the bed sheets.

My bed sheets are sewn with Kangxi Tongbao and Qianlong Tongbao. These hemp money are all antiques in the eyes of my old friends. I am a wandering world, wandering and living in a place, so I will definitely not often contain the hard currency of Kangxi and Qianlong eras. These hemp money were handed over to me by my uncle.

The third uncle lived in the Lama Temple and lived a primitive hunting life, and there was no Kangxi and Qianlong. These Kangxi and Qianlong were obtained by the third uncle.

The third uncle traveled to the world for most of his life, and was familiar with various scams and knew everything.

The following is what the third uncle later told me.

After I passed the information about my old couple's favorite antiques, the third uncle and others began to build traps for my old couple in a hurry.

Lao Tong likes the most is jade and calligraphy. Once I went upstairs and turned two streets, a person followed me. When I saw it, it was a fat monk. However, the fat monk was not dressed as a monk, but a businessman. The fat monk deliberately knocked me up, then said sorry to me, and took the opportunity to ask me: "What business is the head of the family?" I said: "What business is it? People like me can still do business, just play with stone pieces." I picked up a piece of stone from the ground and threw it out.

The fat monk didn't say anything anymore and left straight away. He knew what I meant. My information was also spread. We were talking about slander and slander, and even if there were followers behind, the Japanese would not understand it.

In the slander of the world, the head of the family refers to the leader. The fat monk asked the leader, and I answered me. Even if someone in the world accidentally heard it, he couldn't guess what we were talking about. When I said playing with stone tablets, it refers to the old man who likes antiques. In the slander of the world, stone refers to jade artifacts, and tablets refer to calligraphy and paintings.

Lao Tong got the disease of stone tablets. Uncle Third Master prescribed the right medicine. Only one dose of medicine was needed to make Lao Tong get "life" and "death".

Zhangjiakou is the provincial capital of Chahar. It has been prosperous since ancient times, and merchants gathered. The third uncle and the leopard came to Zhangjiakou with empty hands, and when they left, they had to be rich.

They want to use tricks and tricks.

The third uncle is a Tanhualang of the Jiangxiang School. He has seen all kinds of people and he has calculated the fortunes of all kinds of people. From warlords and politicians, giant merchants and wealthy people, to attracting cars and selling mud, porters and pawns, decades of experience in the martial arts world, he has developed a pair of golden eyes and a strong heart. He is not surprised in the chaos, his face remains unchanged, and Mount Tai collapses in front of him and remains unchanged, and the poisonous snake spreads around without his eyes. He is the top talent of the Jiangxiang School.

Leopard is the second leader of the Northern Gang of Jin. He has excellent skills, is bold and heroic, has a clear distinction between love and hate, and is extremely loyal. As long as he recognizes you as a friend, he dares to break through the sea of ​​swords and fires. If he despises your character, he will not take any gold and silver. He has been in the theft business for decades and has never failed. Every time he steals, he must first inquire about the character and profession of this person. He only steals corrupt officials and huge merchants, and does not take a single needle or thread from the masses. This kind of thief is called "righteous thief" in the world.

Lao Tong, the commander of the military police who loves antiques, is the largest gang leader in Doron. He has collected all the stones and pieces in Doron's city. He wants to go to the Lama Temple a hundred miles away to find antiques. The third uncle and the leopard can only go to Zhangjiakou, a wealthy place, to find treasures, and then take them to the Lama Temple and wait for the old Tong to come to pick them up.

There is a large antique shop in Zhangjiakou, which has a rich collection of goods and is famous in the capital. This antique shop is run by an opium businessman. Since ancient times, people who do opium business have no good people. The third uncle and the leopard have stared at this antique shop.

However, those who entered and exited the antique shop were all old people in long robes and jackets, and wealthy merchants in silk and satin. The third uncle and leopard who had lived on the desert grassland for more than half a year, wearing coarse cloth short clothes, would be intercepted outside the high threshold of the antique shop.

If you want to enter the antique shop, you must first make two bright clothes. For some masters of the Third Master and Leopard, it is a piece of cake.

The third uncle and the leopard only wandered around Zhangjiakou for a day and found a partner.

There is a tailor shop in the east of Zhangjiakou City. The tailor shop is very business and specializes in making clothes for wealthy families. It always serves on the doorstep. Those rich people don’t bother to go into the tailor shop, and always ask their servants to bring tailors to their homes to tailor their clothes.

There is a timber business in the west of the city, which is built with a high gate building and a building house, which looks very rich. However, this businessman is very stingy and reluctant to hire servants and maids. In the huge yard, only three generations of seven or eight people lived in a family of three generations.

That night, the timber business in the west of the city was brightly lit and busy until midnight. The leopard hiding on the beam heard them saying they were going to their relatives' houses in the countryside, which would take several days to go back and forth. The leopard had an idea.

As soon as the next day, the whole family, who was in the wood business, shouted out the carriage. The carriage was creaking and out of the city gate. The leopard climbed over the wall and opened the yard gate.

At the same time, as soon as the tailor shop in the east of the city opened, the third uncle walked in and said that the wealthy family in the west of the city asked the tailor to come to make clothes and asked for the best fabric. No matter the price, the tailor said it would be as much as it would.

The tailor happily carried samples of satin cloth of various colors and colors, and went out happily. He had no idea that the third uncle and the leopard were not loaded with a penny.

The tailor walked into the timber merchant's house in the west of the city and saw carved beams and painted buildings, flying eaves and corners, pools and water pavilions, and big red lanterns hanging high. He determined that this was a wealthy family.

In the hall of the wood merchant's house, there was a burly middle-aged man sitting. He was smoking hookah. When he heard the tailor's footsteps approaching, he didn't even raise his eyes. The tailor saw him wearing silk pajamas, but the clothes were very incompatible. He laughed at him for not knowing which tailor had such poor skills.
To be continued...