The pine tomb that Lao Xue said in his mouth is actually the Jinsong of later generations.
It's just that at this time, Jinsong is not called Jinsong, but is called a pine tomb.
In fact, on the map of Yanjing City at the beginning of the 20th century, this place was also called the Song Tomb.
It turned out that the founder of the Qing Dynasty, Prince Haoge of Suwu, that is, one of the eight hereditary successors of the early Qing Dynasty, Prince Haoge of Suwu, was buried in this place after his death, because there are six ancient dragon pines on its cemetery, and its curved trunk is supported by a frame of wood.
Back then, it was still a very famous scene in Yanjing City.
It's just that before and after liberation, these six ancient pines have died or been cut down, and this famous scenic spot has slowly decayed.
Although it was changed to "Jinsong" in the 80s, the old residents who live around it are still accustomed to calling this place a pine tomb.
The scrap yard from Lao Xue's house to Jinsong is not too far, at most it is three miles.
Lao Xue rode three wheels with Yang Jing, and the two of them didn't even use it for ten minutes, so they came to the scrap yard.
At this point, the door has not been opened, but Lao Xue smashed the door, causing the dog inside to bark, which made the owner of the scrap yard reluctantly get up and open the door.
The owner of this scrap yard was woken up so early, and he was obviously quite angry when he got up, but Lao Xue was obviously very familiar with this guy, and after a few laughs, Yang Jing and the two of them were welcomed in.
The scale of this scrap yard is not small, it should have been rebuilt after the walls of a courtyard were demolished.
The owner of the scrapyard lives in the North House, which is a thousand square meters of open space to the south of the North House, surrounded by several simple shacks.
The clearing was filled with all kinds of debris, mainly scrap metal, waste plastic sheeting, and other messy things, and although the shacks had doors, you could see through the gaps in the walls of the shacks that there were a lot of things piled up inside.
Lao Xue followed the owner of the scrap station into the north house, and he didn't know what he muttered inside, so the boss immediately walked out with the key, opened a shack near the north house and said: "Those things are in here, you pick slowly, don't mess with me."
I've got to go back and catch up on sleep, and I'll be greeted when I'm ready. ” After saying this, the owner of the scrapyard yawned and went back to the house.
Lao Xue beckoned to Yang Jing, and the two of them went into the shack.
Not long after entering, Yang Jing couldn't help but let out a strange scream.
No way, this shack doesn't look shabby, but none of these things in it are simple.
Rao is Yang Jing is usually calm enough, and when he saw these things inside, he couldn't help it anymore.
The things in the shack are not neatly arranged, one by one, but among these piles of paper products, Yang Jing saw a large number of oil paintings, hand-drawn maps, photo negatives, manuscript documents in the late Qing Dynasty and early Republic of China, and even Yang Jing found hundreds of tablets in the Ming and Qing dynasties "Damn, this is Zhou Xiang's oil painting" "Hey, this is a hand-drawn map of Tibet by Nian Qianyao?"
"God, this is a black-and-white photo of Pu Yi when he ascended the throne?"
"My God, this is the letter of Zeng Guofan and Li Hongzhang?"
"This is the stele of Yu Qian in the Ming Dynasty?"
Almost every minute or two, Yang Jing felt his little heart twitch.
Where is this sister's shack of the scrap yard, this is simply a small document museum of the Ming-Qing-Republic of China era!
At this time, Yang Jing felt as if he had become a little mouse who inadvertently broke into the rice warehouse, and his eyes were full of fragrant and delicious food Although Yang Jing can't see his current appearance without a mirror, Yang Jing bets that his eyes are definitely red at this moment, his body is definitely swinging, and his hands are definitely trembling.
If it weren't for this, why did Xue Renfa and Brother Xue next to him look like he was always ready to call people?
"Brother, are you alright?
Why don't you go out and sober up first?
You look so scary!
After a long time, Lao Xue dared to speak to Yang Jing in a whisper, he really didn't dare to say a word just now, for fear of scaring this young man out of trouble.
As for it?
Isn't it just a bunch of rags!
Why are you so excited?
Those who know understand that you are excited, and those who don't know think that you are crazy.
It's okay not to bring it so scary?
"Brother, if you want these rags, let's take them away, this is just a matter of one sentence, you must not get sick, brother, I can't afford it."
Lao Xue said two words in a row, which woke Yang Jing up from his surprise.
Shaking his head, Yang Jing said apologetically to Lao Xue: "Brother, I'm really sorry, the main thing is that I like these things too much, so you know, I'm out of shape." ” Lao Xue waved his hand and said: "Oh, brother, it's okay if you're fine, your energy just now really scared me to death, I'm afraid that you will be excited again, my brother's net worth is really unbearable." ” Yang Jing shook his head with a smile and said, "Brother, let's pick and choose, all the things in this shack will be taken away!"
You go and ask the boss to prepare more brown paper or waste newspapers, which need to be carefully wrapped. ” Lao Xue nodded, pushed open the door of the shack and walked out quickly, and after a while, Lao Xue walked in with a stack of kraft paper, and the boss also walked in with some hemp rope in his hand.
"Old Xue, don't tease me, are you sure you want all these things?"
"You're going to make fun of you?
On this cold day, who has the heart to tease you?
Help, wrap these things in bundles, bundle them up, and weigh them. ” "So, or at yesterday's price?"
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"Nonsense, if you dare to raise money, beware of my brother, I really don't want you."
"Well, please!
I'll do the work!
As soon as the boss heard that all the hundreds of pounds of rags were wanted, the drowsiness on his body suddenly disappeared, and he immediately started to do it with his hands and feet.
With Lao Xue and the owner of the scrap station busy working there, Yang Jing didn't know what to do for a while.
He was still in his dreams, as he had been in his dreams, and he had always heard of people who had bought so many precious manuscripts and documents at tattered prices in some place, and that they had become priceless treasures.
Those stories that seem to be legends, those things that he could only listen to and secretly envy behind his back, are now happening so vividly in front of him, Yang Jing is really in a trance.
The three of them worked from almost seven o'clock until ten o'clock, and only then did they pack all the materials in this shack.
A total of five hundred and eighty pounds!
This amount once again made Yang Jing's little heart twitch wildly.
Although some of these materials are not precious documents, they can form a complete system.
For example, Yang Jing found thousands of black-and-white photos in this pile of materials, some of which are not even clear to see, but these photos faithfully record a series of important events that occurred in the land of China from the Second Opium War to the founding of the People's Republic of China.
Even precious photos of the destruction of the Old Summer Palace and the occupation of Jinmen by the Eight-Nation Coalition can be found here.
Although these photos record the humiliating history of our country in that dark stage, don't these photos always remind future generations to work hard and strive to make the Chinese nation stand on the top of the world again?
Therefore, although these photos contain not a lot of humanistic treasures, they are an integral part of the modern history of China that cannot be ignored, and they are definitely of great help to the study of China's modern history.
It's a pity, I don't know that it was the guy who was a vegetarian and even a pen, who allowed such a precious document to be so humiliated to the scrap yard!
Fortunately, I, Yang Jing, caught up, so let me Yang Jing protect these precious materials!
When I went back, Lao Xue's three-wheeled car couldn't be pulled, so the boss of the scrap station called a yellow-faced one from the outside, connected Lao Xue's three-wheeler, and pulled it away at one time.
When I got home and unloaded these materials, it was already past eleven o'clock, and the ghost market had long since dispersed.
However, Yang Jing has no regrets.
Even if you stay in the ghost market the whole time, you will definitely not have such a huge gain.
Not to mention anything else, the humanistic treasures contained in these documents alone are far beyond Yang Jing's imagination.
Originally, Yang Jing also wanted to take advantage of this time and space shuttle to find a few more antiques, and then replenish the holy ring, but the other treasures did not find a few pieces, but found a lot of more important documents.
The value of these documents is put aside for a moment, and the humanistic treasures contained in those manuscripts alone are enough to make the humanistic treasures of the Holy Ring more than tenfold!
These precious humanistic treasures are Yang Jing's biggest gain.
"I said Lao Xue, your stall is still in the market, haven't you been going to do it for so long?"
Yang Jing and Lao Xue got together to wash their hands, and Yang Jing asked Lao Xue.
"It's okay!
Next to my stall is an old buddy of mine, who knows that I often run out to collect goods, so he used to take care of the stall for me, and I have no problem going to collect the stall in the afternoon. ” Yang Jing smiled, shook the water in his hand, and then said, "Since you don't have to take care of that stall, let's find a restaurant to drink at noon!"
Tell my sister-in-law to go with me, if it weren't for you this morning, I wouldn't have received so much information, so we have to have a meal. ” Although Lao Xue had a broken mouth, he was definitely not a grinding person, and when he heard this, he happily agreed after a little thought.
As a result, when he was about to go out, Yang Jing found that Lao Xue's daughter-in-law did not come with him.
"I said, Brother Xue, why don't you greet your sister-in-law?"
"Why are you following us to the table?
Besides, she still has to look after the house at home, and we'll bring her some back when we're full.
Seeing that Yang Jing still wanted to say, Lao Xue immediately pulled Yang Jing and walked out of the door, saying as he walked: "You can't leave the house at noon."
During this time, this area is being developed, although it is still a little far from our home, but the foreign population in this area is increasing, and the security in this area is getting worse and worse.
Just now, we pulled this and that from the outside, and I don't know how many people are looking at it.
In case we catch up with someone who has a mind and digs out the house while we go out to eat, who do we talk to to go?
So, you have to keep someone in the house. ” In recent years, with the development of Yanjing getting faster and faster, more and more outsiders have poured into Yanjing, and there are more and more local laid-off workers, and the security in recent years has indeed not been very good.
Otherwise, two years later, in 1996, the state would not have launched a nationwide "Strike Hard Campaign" again in order to crack down on this increasingly rampant criminal.
Yang Jing nodded silently and did not refute Lao Xue.
Lao Xue rode a three-wheeled car with Yang Jing, turned three times and turned twice, and then turned to the door of a hotel.
After getting out of the car, Lao Xue said: "Brother Yang, don't look at this restaurant is inconspicuous, but the mutton in it is very authentic, the owner of this restaurant is a child of the Eight Banners, and it seems that it is still inlaid with yellow flags, so this boss is very good at making mutton shabu, and it is guaranteed to be no worse than the taste of Donglai Shun." ” It's a cold day, and I've been busy since the early hours of the morning, and I've been busy until now, if I have a warm and lively mutton shabu, it's definitely an incomparable enjoyment.
"Good!
Since you said it's good here, let's eat here!
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Yang Jing was also hungry, so he immediately agreed.
Pushing open the heavy cotton curtains, a stream of heat mixed with a strong sheep smell suddenly rushed to the face, and the small hall was already full of people.
"Lao Bao, is there still land?"
After entering the house, Lao Xue yelled at the counter, and a man with five big and three thick suddenly looked up, and then greeted him with a smile on his face.
"Yo, it's Brother Xue, yes, there is land, how many of you are?"
"Just the two of us.
This is my good brother from afar, and you have to show your hands today. ” "Don't worry, Brother Xue, brother, don't you know my craft?
Let's go, please inside, there is a small single room vacant inside. ” Yang Jing and Lao Xue followed the old bag inside, and when they passed by the counter, Yang Jing raised his eyes and saw that there was Moutai on the wine shelf in the counter, so he subconsciously asked: "Boss, is your Moutai really real?"
” As soon as these words came out, Yang Jing regretted it a little.
It is all the sins made by the rampant fake wine in later generations, and the Moutai of later generations is flying all over the sky, and the ghost knows whether it is true or false.
However, in this era, fake Moutai may really exist, but it will definitely not be so full of flying to future generations.
The boss was stunned for a moment, his face changed for a moment, and then he forced out a smile and said: "Look at what you said, although our store is small, the things I sell here are real, and we don't sell fakes here." ” Yang Jing said apologetically: "I'm sorry boss, this is mainly caused by fake wine."
In our hometown, there are a lot of fake Moutai, so I subconsciously asked.
Since you can guarantee that it's real wine, serve me two bottles later!
” When the boss heard this, a sincere smile appeared on his face.
In the past few years, nine out of ten people who came to eat at a fly restaurant like him drank Erguotou, either Red Er or Niu Er, but as soon as the master opened his mouth, there were two bottles of Moutai, which was a big customer