Probably in response to Hu Laoxia's words, it immediately aroused my evil thoughts and reminded me of something. It was a work notebook left by my grandfather.

People who don't know may find it strange that people of your grandfather's generation either worked in factories or were educated youths, so what kind of work notes could they have? What should be written in the notes? How many cows were herded today and how many acres of land were dug yesterday?

Of course not.

My grandfather's work notebook has a great background. The job in this notebook is not an ordinary job, but a job that can make people rich overnight.

Except for my generation of businessmen, our Chen family has been honest farmers for eight generations. However, something went wrong in my grandfather's generation, and the seedlings grew crookedly.

My grandfather's name is Chen Siyuan. Our Chen family is very poor. When he was a child, my grandfather mainly herded cattle for landlords. Although my grandfather was diligent in herding cattle, he was not popular because he was particularly prone to getting sick.

What disease?

Spondylolisthesis!

This name is rare enough, and most people may have never heard of it, but this is what it was called in the past. Now in medicine, it is called "congenital soft tissue dysplasia". The joints all over my grandfather's body are particularly easy to fall off and fall off.

It won't be particularly painful, just push it back.

It is said that once he was having dinner with other long-term workers of the landlord's family. While eating, his jaw dropped. He pushed it back in a hurry, but by the time he pushed his jaw back, there was not even half a piece of cornbread on the table.

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Because my grandfather had this strange disease, he was not popular with others. But one time, a gold customer carrying a big bag came to the house. He was also a man who used to pan for gold in the river.

After he heard about my grandfather's illness, he suddenly said: "I have a way to cure this disease, but it is just a recipe passed down from my family. It cannot be known to outsiders. If you want to cure the disease, why not do this? You can be my apprentice and follow me from now on."

I went to the mountains to pan for gold, and while panning for gold, I also treated illnesses."

My grandfather's parents were overjoyed when they heard this. The couple gave birth to four girls and three boys in total. In the past, every household could have children like this. The family had long been unable to untie the pot, but now they can take their youngest son away and feed him.

I could eat, be cured of illness, and even learn the art of gold mining. Where could I find such good things? I immediately arranged for my grandfather to go with the gold customer.

Needless to say, I cried when I left. My grandfather and the gold digger, his master, went into the mountains. Only then did he realize that this man was not a gold digger. He was clearly a grave digger and a tomb robber!

My grandfather was so frightened that he cried and refused to work. The tomb robber grabbed his collar, pointed at the entrance of the robbery hole that looked like a fox hole in front of him, and said: "Boy, if you weren't born with a slippery bone, would I have taken you with me?"

Be obedient, and you will become my apprentice from now on, and you will be indispensable for your success."

It turns out that because there is a brick factory not far away, this man made the hole to be robbed very small and secretive. Normal people cannot get through it. Only grave robbers who have practiced bone shrinking skills can get in.

This man has practiced bone-shrinking skills, so there is no problem in getting in, but this is a big tomb. He can't do it alone, he has to find a helper. And my grandfather was born with slippery bones, and when he pushed the joints, his whole body felt like he was leaking.

An inflated balloon can drill small holes, which is similar to the principle of Bone Shrinking Kung Fu, so it can be a helper.

My grandfather was only thirteen years old at the time. The tomb robber was so fierce that he did not dare to disobey him and could only obey his orders. In the remaining years, he followed the tomb robber all over the country and dug many graves. Until one time, my grandfather was in the tomb.

He was hit by a trap and his leg became lame, so the man let my grandfather go. Because of this, my grandfather learned the skill of robbing tombs.

This work notebook records my grandfather’s tomb robbing experience in those years, as well as his tomb robbing experience and various details.

After all, Hu Laoxian and my grandfather were still traveling together. If I hadn't met him, a tomb robber who suffered a thousand blows, I wouldn't have thought of my grandfather's work notebook.

Grandpa is a kind-hearted person, and he fears ghosts and gods. After the tomb robbers released him, he never did any of these things again and returned home to farm. Until later, because of me, he had to go back to his old business.

This has always been something I don't want to recall. It can also be said that it is one of the more painful things in my memory.

My grandfather always said that this was retribution because he dug up people's ancestral graves too many times, so retribution came.

My grandfather later married a daughter-in-law and had a child, who is my father. Logically speaking, my grandfather was a good man, and the son he raised shouldn’t be too bad. But my father was really nothing, he was an alcoholic.

He never did farm work, but wandered around the village all day long, doing things like stealing and teasing older girls. One year, he made someone pregnant, and my mother was forced to get married and give birth to me.

But my father was very dissatisfied with this matter. After drinking, he beat and scolded my mother. Not long after, my mother abandoned her husband and children and ran away with others. My father got drunk again and slipped and fell to death. The remaining

My grandfather and I have to live together, right?

Children have to study, right?

It was impossible to make a living on those few acres of land, but strangely, my grandfather not only supported me, but also sent me to study in the county town. At that time, there were many people studying in our village, but there were also many who dropped out of school because of poverty. I

My grandfather, a lonely old man, was able to send me to study. In the eyes of the villagers, it was a great thing. It was not until I became sensible that my grandfather told me that a penny would stump a heroic man. He was later forced to do nothing, so

He went to rob tombs again, all without telling me.

He warned me: "Grave robbing is a derogatory activity. I gave birth to such an unlucky son. This is retribution. You keep this book. If one day I am no longer here, or... or something happens, you will

Look at it, it’s a miss.”

When I got this book, I had just entered junior high school and was still a half-year-old child who was not very sensible. When I saw my grandfather putting it in my hand with a serious look on his face, I thought he was telling me his last words, and I was frightened.

I cried. In the days that followed, my grandfather went out, came back, went out, came back... I saw that my life had not changed much, so I gradually forgot about this book.

It wasn't until when I was about to go to high school and pay my tuition that my grandfather went out again and never came back... Only then did I think of this book and my grandfather's words again.

I don’t know where my grandfather has gone, or whether he is alive or dead... I just sit in the village every day, holding the book, waiting for my grandfather to come back.

I waited for a long time, but grandpa didn't come back. At that time, the family was very poor. Grandpa's mysterious disappearance caused the whole family to fail.

The people in the village took pity on me. At that time, economic development was taking place in the south, so they took me out to work. When I was thirteen or fourteen years old, I worked on the construction site. At that time, there was a shortage of manpower, and there was no such thing as child labor. The inspection was not strict, damn.

I worked hard to support myself, and later I worked in all walks of life. I also met many people from all walks of life, and gradually became rich. Unexpectedly, I was now beaten back to my original shape.

The more I think about it, the more unwilling I am. If it is really just being beaten back to its original shape, that's it. I have never suffered anything. I can live on steamed buns and porridge, but if I can't get rid of the debt on my butt, I may not be able to survive.

It has to be lost.

I looked at my grandfather’s work notes, which contained many explanations of tomb robbing methods and techniques, as well as his various personal experiences. For those who want to rob tombs, this is a comprehensive guide to tomb robbing. Do I want to...

Grandpa’s words before leaving were intertwined with the current predicament, which made me unable to make up my mind. The next morning, someone came to collect the rent early in the morning. I was so anxious that I drank my porridge with a sad face and said: "You are also a human being. You

Tell me why we two brothers are so unlucky."

I couldn't make up my mind last night, but the current situation is here. People are driven into a hurry and can do anything. So I drank porridge and said calmly: "No one is born poor, it depends on how you dare."

Don’t dare to do it.”

He blinked his eyes and said: "You have always been the most underhanded person. Have you thought of any good way to make money, so that I, my brother, can get a share of the pie?" This boy is like an elder brother and younger brother when he asks you for help, and he doesn't mind responding to you.

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I said: "I didn't want to do this at first, but I can no longer afford porridge, and you can't pay the rent. If you are afraid of doing anything, we will go to the streets to beg for food. I have a business that can

Do it, it depends on whether you dare or not."

When Doufu heard this, he became excited and said excitedly: "What do you dare to do? As long as I don't smash Chairman Mao's portrait in front of Tiananmen Square, I dare to do anything." It really complies with the old saying, if a person is poor and crazy,

Be brave.

I asked him to come over and tell me my plan. When he heard it, his eyes widened. He swallowed and said, "Going to rob a tomb? When did you start thinking about this?"

I said, "Are you afraid?"

There was obvious fear on his face, and he rolled his eyes a few times, but he still nodded and said: "The brave ones will be overpowered, and the timid ones will be starved to death. I don't dare to go with others, but it's different with you. You're a dirty kid."

You are so courageous. You will probably be scared when a ghost sees you. Just tell me what to do."

Immediately, the two of us made plans in the room. I had read Grandpa’s work notebook countless times, and the contents in it were already deeply ingrained in my mind. Although I had experience, I had never practiced it.

It needs to be discussed in detail.

Tomb robbing, in the industry's slang, is also called "dou dou." Dou means coffin. It's a robbing operation, so it's called "dou dou." Of course, tomb robbing happens all over the country, so the slang is different.

For example, in our hometown area, tomb robbing is not called "tomb fighting". Local tomb robbers are more accustomed to saying "digging for mushrooms".

Because the head of the grave resembles a mushroom bag, it is called mushroom digging. In my grandfather's work notes, it does not say bucket fighting, but "digging mushrooms." Some of these arrogant code words are still used today, and some have changed with the changes of the times.

I also read a news a few days ago, saying that a group of relatively young and fashionable tomb robbers were captured. Their code word was more humorous, called "archeology".

The two of us were forced to go to Liangshan. After the two of them planned it, Doufu said: "I can't tell that you can still do this craft. But where are we going to dig mushrooms? There are only cemeteries in Shenzhen, and all the ashes are buried.

The jar, there are people keeping vigil in the cemetery, let’s not talk about whether it can be dug out, even if it is dug out, the jar of ashes is not worth anything, right?"

I couldn't help but kicked this kid and said, "You jump around blindly when you're not supposed to be smart, and you're not smart when you're supposed to be smart. Can you break ground here?" We can't find the ancient tomb.

Those ancient tombs have already changed with the times, and even the mushroom buns are no longer visible. Only some masters with secret skills can find the deep tombs. Novices like me and Tofu, if we want to

When digging mushrooms, you can only dig fresh mushrooms from modern times, the kind of mushrooms that can be seen with the naked eye.

He touched his butt, bared his teeth and said, "Okay, I'm stupid, then you can tell me, where are the mushrooms? As long as you have a way to make my brother rich, you can kick me every day."

I looked at the croaking cat tied with a red string and placed on the table, and lowered my voice and said, "Huiyong River, Civil Service Tomb."
Chapter completed!