I followed Bingliuzi happily, walked to the backyard, and then to the corner of the backyard. There was a stair that stretched to the ground in the corner. I walked down the steps for more than ten meters and saw another world.

Kerosene lamps are lit on all sides of the basement, and a large pot is placed in the middle. Under the pot is firewood, water is stored in the pot, and there are three bamboo poles on the pot, and paper is placed on the bamboo poles.

I pointed to the big pot and asked Bingliuzi: "Why are you boiling water here? Why do you boil so much water?"

Bingliuzi said: "What is contained in the big pot is not water, but tea."

I asked again: "What are you doing for so much tea?"

Bingliuzi said: "The calligraphy and paintings on the tea will turn yellow."

I said, "Oh, the ones on the bamboo pole are calligraphy and paintings, and I thought it was paper."

Bingliuzi said: "When using tea to smoke it, not only will the paper be crispy, but the ink seal will become old."

I asked, "How long will it take?"

Bingliuzi said: "It depends on the time. Generally, it is a one-day fumigation, and the oldness is equivalent to 10 or 20 years. If you want the calligraphy of Wang Xizhi of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, it will take two or three months to fumigation."

I asked: "Who is Wang Xizhi?"

Bingliuzi flipped through the old calligraphy and paintings in the corner of the wall, took out one for me and said, "This is Wang Xizhi's calligraphy. If this one is an authentic work, it will require at least a truckload of silver dollars."

How much does it cost to have a truckload of silver dollars? I was surprised to hold Wang Xizhi's words, but found that he was not good at writing at all. I didn't know a single word. I thought, isn't it just a few words? Who is not writing? Why did you call Wang Xizhi, and the brushes you wrote are so valuable. I called Wang Daigou, and no one wants the words I wrote? There are only a few bad brushes that I don't know, and I can't eat or drink them. I don't want them to give them to me. I still sell them so much money. Who can I miss it?

I don’t like Wang Xizhi’s calligraphy, so I changed to the painting. I can finally understand the painting, just like the flower and bird paintings painted by Bada Shanren, I like it at first glance.

There are a few pieces of paper that are depicted with horses. Some are fat and strong, some are eating grass, some are running, and some are playing. These horses are pretty good, at least I can understand, know that they are horses, and they are also drawn very similarly, much better than the person named Wang Xizhi. Wang Xizhi is just a cheater, writing so badly, and it costs so much money. In fact, those who write brushes and sell money are scammers, and the words are just people who recognize them. You deliberately write the words crookedly, making people unable to understand, and pretend to be a ghost, and then you say that you are writing art. Fried rice is something that makes people eat, you deliberately make the rice extremely unpalatable, and others give their opinions, and you shake your head and say that you are art, I bah!

I like those horses, so I asked Bingliuzi: "Who drew it?"

Bingliuzi said: "Han Gan from the Tang Dynasty."

I asked, “How much does this painting cost?”

Bingliuzi said: "If it is an authentic work, it is worth a truckload of silver dollars."

I want to have dozens of truckloads of silver dollars, and I bought all the paintings of Han Gan, and I don’t want any of Wang Xizhi’s characters. I wiped my butt with his characters, and I thought the paper was too hard.

Bingliuzi hugged Wang Xizhi, I hugged Han Gan, and we walked out of the basement. I originally thought that these calligraphy and paintings could be sold in the store, but Bingliuzi said, "It's not OK."

I asked, "What else do you need?"

Bingliuzi said: "I still need to get insects."

I said, "All insects are crippled, who wants them?"

Bingliuzi said: "The older this kind of thing is, the more valuable it is, and the more ragged it is, the more valuable it is. With insects, tens of thousands of characters will believe that it is a valuable thing."

Bingliuzi picked up a piece of Wang Xizhi, dripped a few drops of honey on the corner, and then placed it in the yard. After a while, a few ants rushed over excitedly. They crawled in the place of honey and chewed wildly. They were obviously very happy, shaking their touch and shaking their heads.

In just one cup of tea, several small holes appeared on the corners of Wang Xizhi, completely like insects sucked.

The tea was smoked and the ants were gnawed, but it was not enough. The ice sliver pulled off a few spider webs from the corner of the wall, wrapped around Wang Xizhi's corner, and then rolled up.

Now, a priceless Wang Xizhi's calligraphy is made.

I asked, "How much does this letter cost?"

Bingliuzi said: "I won't sell it if I lose one hundred yuan."

One hundred yuan altitude? I just now brought dozens of Wang Xizhi to my arms. How much does it cost to sell it!

That day, I also met an old man in the calligraphy and painting shop. His face was wrinkled and his skin was rough, and he looked like a farmer who had been suffering all his life. He rarely spoke, but Chu Runxuan respected him very much. I asked Bingliuzi who was that, and Bingliuzi said that the man came to the calligraphy and painting shop every few days, but he almost didn't speak, and he didn't know who it was.

A few days later, Shunwa brought two more people over and asked me to send them to a place called Zhoujiakou. This time there were two men with gray hair, but they were energetic. One was fatter and the other was thinner.

I whispered to Shunwa: "I don't know Zhoujiakou."

Shunwa said: "These two old men are going to Zhoujiakou to collect antiques. I said I'm busy and I'll take you there. After leaving the north gate, keep walking. Then, as long as you see a fork in the road, turn left and turn left a few times, you can walk to Zhoujiakou."

I asked, "How many times have you turned left in total?"

Shunwa said: "If you keep turning left anyway, you will meet someone who will be able to pick you up."

I thought, why did Shunwa take me there? Maybe I was with Wanzi, and they were not wary of their children.

I took them out of the north gate and turned left twice. The more strange the road became, the narrower the road. I was thinking about whether it could be done in front of me, but suddenly I saw someone robbing the tomb in the vast twilight.

When the two old men saw someone robbing the tomb, their eyes lit up.

When I saw someone robbing the tomb, I was very scared and hid in the bushes. The two old men wanted to go over, so I said, "Wait a minute, wait until they leave before going over. I heard that these tomb robbers are cruel and ruthless and kill them when they see them."

The fat old man sneered and said, "Don't the tomb robber just want to sell two more dollars? If you give them money, how could they kill you?"

I said, "They don't want people to see the tomb robbers. If we find out that we see it, can we still live?"

The fat old man said in a widely understood tone: "I have been dealing with tomb robbers once or twice. They are local farmers, not as terrible as you think."

The skinny old man also said: "What we want to find most when purchasing antiques is tomb robbers. The tomb robbers are definitely real. If the tomb robbers sell them and take them back a few times, not only will it be expensive, but it is also likely to encounter fakes."

The fat old man said: "This is a great opportunity."

The fat old man and the thin old man walked out of the bushes despite my dissuasion. I had no choice but to follow them tremblingly. I said carefully: "If you encounter any accidents, don't blame me."

The fat old man said: "What can happen? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for us. I will give you two more dollars in a while."

We walked into the group of tomb robbers. The tomb robbers were very panicked. They wrapped a pack of antiques that had just been dug out of the tomb, carrying wet soil, in a flower bed sheet, and were about to escape.

The fat old man shouted loudly: "Don't leave, don't leave, I'm the buyer."

The tomb robbers ran for more than ten meters, some continued to run, while others stopped hesitantly. Those who were running in front saw that they stopped behind and stopped running.

We came to the tomb that was dug up, and there was an old cypress tree next to the tomb that was crooked and twisted like twisted flowers. In the north, the deceased must have another cypress next to the tomb after burying the dead. This cypress is so old, which means that the tomb is also very old.

We saw that the surface of the tomb was shoveled open, and the weeds, soil, and footprints were in a mess. There was a deep hole above the tomb, and I couldn't see it below when I stood above it, but I could feel it was very deep. There were some fragments of clothes next to the entrance of the hole, which were very old pieces of silk and flower cloth.

The cypress trees next to the deceased and the fragments of silk and flower cloth on the deceased's body show that this tomb is not only an ancient tomb, but also an ancient tomb of a wealthy family.

Only wealthy families have funeral objects, but poor families die and buried them with a roll of mat.

All signs indicate that this grave is not only stocked, but also very valuable.
Chapter completed!