In the cellar.
Box after box of gold, silver, jewelry, calligraphy and paintings, porcelain, bronzes...
Zhao Yuanyang was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth.
Li Mingqing didn't understand why Zhao Si, who had so many treasures, would hold him hostage for money.
Greedy people are like a snake swallowing an elephant.
You must be out of your mind.
However, the smuggling routes in Hong Kong were investigated, and the cultural relics could not be smuggled out for a while, so it was understandable that Zhao Si was angry and embarrassed.
Zhao Yuanyang: "Oh my god, just leaving it like this? What a waste of natural resources."
"Move out first, and be careful not to bump into anything," Li Mingqing reminded.
The police immediately took action.
It took half an hour to move everything out of the cellar.
"Dean Li, can you see if there are any fake ones?"
"We'll find out whether it's true or not when we get back. Let's count the number first. Go inside and check. There's still some under the bed."
Li Mingqing took the lead into the house and found the cultural relics with ease.
It took me all afternoon to sort it out.
Finally, all the cultural relics have been sorted and counted.
Zhao Yuanyang was puzzled and said, "I can't quite tell the difference between the Big and Small Wang. Isn't it said that Chen Long is more powerful than Zhao Si? Why doesn't Chen Long have so many cultural relics at home?"
"Chen Longquan smuggled it out before Zhao Si could get a chance."
"Aren't these two in the same group?"
Li Mingqing shook his head. "They know each other, but we work separately. They might get together before robbing a large tomb to discuss and divide the work, but after the tomb is robbed and the loot is divided, they each take care of their own business."
"You have a point."
The policeman asked, "Are they all loaded?"
"Loading."
Zhao Yuanyang is still immersed in the world of cultural relics.
He kept his eyes on the box, fearing that the police might accidentally knock or bump into the cultural relics while moving them.
Li Mingqing waved his hand: "Hey, come back to your senses."
"Dean Li, this is incredible. I don't know how to put it. I never thought that an ordinary village chief with an ordinary home would have so many precious cultural relics."
"Tomb robbers, not surprising."
Zhao Yuanyang: "Dean Li, you are indeed a man who has seen the world. When will I be able to cultivate to be as calm and composed as you?"
"You're quite calm and composed," Li Mingqing said. "You love archaeology and cultural relics, so it's normal for you to be excited."
"I feel much better hearing you say that."
Li Mingqing smiled and said, "The workload will be quite large when we get back."
"I'd be happy to stay awake for three days and three nights. I just love dealing with old things. When I get back, He Qing and the others will definitely be as excited as I am."
Zhao Yuanyang could imagine their surprised expressions.
Anyone who loves archaeology cannot resist the shock brought by these cultural relics.
Thinking of this, he even admired the tomb robbers a little.
As long as there is a tomb, I dare to go down.
There are cultural relics from all periods, covering a wide time span.
This shows how many tombs Zhao Si had.
They live in soil and water, and survive in all kinds of harsh environments.
What a tough life.
Li Mingqing had nothing to do, so he strolled around the village along the main road.
After walking around, I found that every door was closed.
It can be seen that the villagers are particularly afraid of being visited by the police.
When he reached the back of the village, a young man about twenty years old stretched his neck to look in his direction.
"Comrade, are you a police officer?"
"I'm not a policeman," Li Mingqing replied with a smile.
"Not a policeman? Then why did you go to Zhao Si's house? Were you there to buy antiques? I saw a policeman at his door just now."
"I came with the police."
The young man asked anxiously, "Has Zhao Si been arrested?"
"Yes, I was caught."
Li Mingqing saw him smile uncontrollably as soon as he finished speaking, "Young man, do you two have a grudge against each other?"
"It's not convenient to disclose."
"Are there many tomb robbers in your village?" Li Mingqing asked bluntly.
"Not many now, but there were a lot in the past. Grave robbing is a sin to be robbed. My father's generation died, some were disabled, and some even died without any descendants."
The young man spoke very logically.
Li Mingqing asked again: "Did your father rob tombs before?"
"Yeah, he's lying on the bed right now. If you want to catch him, go ahead."
"Aren't you cheating?"
"Comrade, I'm serious. If you take my father away, I'll be free. A son is unworthy of a patient's bedside. I've taken care of the old man for five years. Alas, only I know the bitterness in my heart."
Li Mingqing smiled and said, "You are quite filial."
"The old man is so pitiful. He asked me to wait for someone here," the young man complained.
He stared at Li Mingqing and said, "Just now, I suddenly realized that the person the old man told me to wait for is you."
"Me?" Li Mingqing asked in confusion.
"It's you, it's definitely you!" the young man said firmly, "Comrade, I hope you can come to my house."
"Can your father tell fortunes?"
"Back in the day, people called my dad a half-immortal. They would go into tombs and rob tombs, and they wouldn't feel at ease until my dad gave them the nod."
Li Mingqing followed him into the courtyard.
There was a little old man lying on the recliner.
He was dressed cleanly, looked lifeless, and was gasping for breath.
"Young man, your father—"
"The end is near," he helped the old man up, "I am holding on to this breath and waiting for you, my destined one."
The old man opened his eyes and stared at Li Mingqing.
He stretched out his hand tremblingly and grasped Li Mingqing's arm tightly.
"Outsider, I know about your adventure. I'm giving you these three books: Feng Shui Secretary, Sanming Tongquan, and Di Tian Sui."
The young man handed him a tattered little bundle.
He complained: "Am I your son? You didn't give me the ability to make a living but gave it to a stranger instead."
Li Mingqing looked at the bundle and said, "Old man, it's better to pass it on to your son."
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