Beipai Tomb Raiders Notes

Chapter 178 The Poet of Xi'an

Seeing that Police Officer Zhao in plain clothes had arrived behind the car, I reached out and held Brother Yu down.

"Bang." I got out of the car and closed the door.

"Why is it still locked, young man?" Officer Zhao's voice came from behind the carriage.

I pretended to be frozen, rubbed my hands together and laughed: "It's too cold today, and my feet are numb from the cold when I go to the field to collect vegetables in the morning. It's not that we won't send you off, it's really impossible. There's a rush over there." , I got to the vegetable market at 6 in the morning, you see it's already [-] o'clock now."

"Where's the person? The accent doesn't sound like ours from Xi'an," Police Officer Zhao breathed on his hands.

"My ancestral home is in the south, and I have stayed in Yinchuan for more than ten years, but I have only been in Xi'an for a few months."

"oh, I see."

He wanted to say something more, when shouts came from the gate of the police station.

"Old Zhao! Old Zhao!" A person took a flashlight and took a photo here.

"It's fine if it's really inconvenient," Police Officer Zhao pointed to the door of the police station, "My colleague called me, we Xi'an people are very nice, and you will definitely make money doing business here, so I won't bother you, young man, you are welcome." Come to Xi'an."

"Hey, it's okay, you go slowly."

Seeing the person disappear at the gate of the police station, I breathed a sigh of relief. Fortunately, the rear compartment was locked.

Although it is the twelfth lunar month of winter, my back is already completely wet and covered in cold sweat.

At that time, there was no Line [-] of the Xi'an Metro, so I had already found a parking place, where there were many trucks like ours, and they all parked there.

Go west from Chonghuang Street, and run around the West Ring Road. It takes more than 40 minutes to get there if there is no traffic jam. If there is a traffic jam, it will take more than an hour. The place is a village in the city, and the population is chaotic. It is called Yuhuasai Village. Some people born in the 80s like to call it "Little Hong Kong", so I call it Yuzhai.

There were a lot of outsiders in Yuzhai Village. At that time, there was an open space in the north of the village entrance, all of which were parked vans like ours. There were people who moved houses, people who pulled goods, and people who pulled animals for Qinling Zoo. Brother Yu drove the car inside, not at all. At first glance, no one noticed that the car was filled with rammed earth, and it was already 6 o'clock in the morning.

"Go and eat, come back and bring me some."

"Let's go together, Brother Yu, you see that there are so many trucks parked here and no one is there, so you look weird in the truck."

Brother Yu looked around and said yes, let's go together.

After shaking the glass and checking the car lock, the three of us entered Yuzhai Village together.

"North District, North District! One piece at a time!"

"East Street, East Street! Let's go!"

As soon as I entered the village, I saw several tricycles pulling Heihuo.

At this time, it was daylight, and there was still more than an hour before the morning commute, and there was no business for these three-wheeled pullers.

"Where are you going? Send you off?" A man in his 40s came over to strike up a conversation.

Bean Sprouts got into the car directly, and said to go to a place where he could eat and take a shower.

"okay."

Bean Sprout called Brother Yu and me to get in the car. He whispered that there was dirt all over the trouser legs on the back and they needed to be washed.

"Drip...drip!"

"Make way, make way!"

Stopping and stopping, the driver of the black tricycle kept honking his horn and yelling.

In fact, he thought we were from out of town and lied to us. The driver deliberately took a long way to the place that was only a few minutes' walk away, and took the three of us to a bathhouse called Yuchi on North Street.

There is a restaurant at the entrance of the bathhouse, which also sells breakfast. The tricycle driver also eats breakfast here. He is very familiar and sits at the same table with us.

After eating, the tricycle driver kept recommending that the Yuchi bathhouse is good, you can soak in hot springs, and there are massages, and it only costs 12 yuan per person.

The middle-aged man who drove the black three rounds was called Wang Fu. Before he opened the three rounds, he ran a hotel. Because he was looking for a lover within marriage, his wife found out, and finally he went out of the house, and the hotel was gone.

There are many underground hot springs near Yuzhai, and the rain pool is only a small one. Bean sprouts said that the middle of the crotch was covered with dirt, which was too uncomfortable, so we went to the rain pool to wash.

It was my first time to soak in a hot spring, and it was so comfortable. It was cold when I took off my clothes, but when I sat in the pool, my whole body was instantly filled with warmth, and the fatigue of the night was relieved.

This hot spring has a big pool and a small pool, and the three of us chose a small pool.

Bean Sprout was leaning against the pool, steaming from his body, and said with a comfortable face: "Hey Fengzi, it's a pity that there is no Tang Sancai. How much can a little pottery figurine sell for? Can you sell it for 1 yuan?"

I shook my head and said, "No way, it's fine if one can sell for 2000 yuan, 1 yuan? You're thinking too much."

I'm telling the truth. At that time, there were a lot of Tang Dynasty funerary pottery figures in Xi'an, but now it is relatively small.

Some of these pottery figurines are standing, sitting, hands behind their backs, pointing their middle fingers, looking down at their feet, looking up at the sky, and some with sticks in their hands. Later, I gave two of them to my friends. One day I went to Cengfan, and I said my pottery man, why is it gone.

My friend said that it looked gloomy at night, and it scared his children when it was placed in the living room. His wife didn't like it, so she gave it to someone else.

After taking a bath and washing off the dirt on our bodies, the three of us went to the changing room with bare buttocks to get dressed.

At this moment, a man in his 30s came into the changing room. His clothes were pale from washing. Although they were very old, they were very clean. He was carrying a cloth pocket with some white paper and brushes rolled in it. .

"Hey, guys, let's see who's here!" A fat man leaned on the sofa and said, smoking a cigarette.

"Ha ha!"

"Look, look! The poets of Xi'an are here!"

"Hey, poet, why did you go to the Baxian Palace to drive out ghosts so early today? I said, can you write? Is there anyone buying your poems?"

"Buy a fart, look at how bad he is, his wife ran away with the neighbors, this winter he didn't even buy briquettes, he probably couldn't afford it, and went to the orphanage every day."

The man didn't seem to have heard these words, he put away the cloth pocket by himself, locked the key, took off his clothes and went to the shower area to take a bath.

As soon as the man left, the fat man called the person in the bathhouse and said, "Second brother, go and open the poet's cabinet."

"Brother Fat...This...isn't that good."

"Just drive it if you tell me, you are fucking looking for death."

"Don't hit me, I made a mistake, Fat Brother, let's go now."

After he finished speaking, he took out the spare key and opened the cabinet.

There was the man's cloth pocket in the cabinet, and the big fat man dumped everything on the ground, writing brushes and white paper were scattered all over the floor, and the ink bottle rolled to his feet.

The fat man chuckled, unscrewed the cap of the ink bottle, and poured it all down the drain.

Then he unbuttoned his trousers, urinated in a bottle, and screwed the cap back on.

Bean sprouts touched me and said that the fat man is really fucking bad, worse than you.

I said don't worry about it, get dressed and go back quickly.

Just as we were about to leave, the man nicknamed Xi'an Poet came back suddenly. Seeing that the cabinet was opened and everything was scattered on the ground, he turned his head and looked around.

"What are you looking at? I did it!"

"Poet, let's see how your ink is doing. The latest model I developed for you uses my fat man's ink. I guarantee you a prosperous business, haha!"

In an instant, several people around also laughed together.

The man put on his clothes, unscrewed his ink bottle and looked at it, but said nothing.

When he reached the entrance of the bathhouse, he stopped suddenly, then unscrewed the ink bottle kid, flung his hand, and threw it at the fat man.

The aim head was very high, and it hit the big fat man directly on the head.

Before the fat man could react.

The man ran away with his cloth pocket.