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Wang Daniu said quickly: "This is what my old man got from the Taoist priest of Zhenwu Temple when he was young. Our village is called Zhenwu Temple Village."

Master Lu smacked his lips: "It's not worth much. It's just a blessing thing. It's a folk custom. How about ten yuan for you?"

This is really not that he deliberately lowered the price. According to the value of the Iron Bagua, it is not worth even five yuan.

Master Lu mainly wanted to use this object to show the villagers that they really collect things.

"Okay!"

Village Chief Wang was so happy that he took a big unity from Lao Maoer, and then winked at his wife:

"Take out the things in the cabinet and let the gentleman take a look."

Soon, his wife came back with a small box. After opening it, there were a few silver dollars inside.

Village Chief Wang said cheerfully: "Someone came to buy them before, five yuan a piece, but I couldn't bear to sell them."

"Okay, then I'll give you ten yuan a piece. Then, please take us to each house."

Old Man handed over six more big unity notes.

This time, Village Chief Wang was even happier, and nodded repeatedly: "Then I'll give you the box to put it in."

When Master Lu heard this, he immediately showed his joy. He had been looking at this lacquer box just now, and it was much more valuable than the Yuan Datou inside.

It seems that this trip was not in vain, and this lacquer box alone is worth the money.

Uncle Lu was about to put away the lacquer box without showing any expression, but he saw a hand on the lacquer box, and then he saw Liu Qingshan looking at him with clear eyes:

"Uncle Lu, how much is this lacquer box worth?"

Liu Qingshan observed the words and expressions on the side and also figured out a rough idea.

Nowadays, if you receive antiques, you will make a profit, and there is really no need to criticize other people's things.

The so-called picking up bargains also depends on the object.

Master Lu's old face turned red: "Three or five hundred yuan, it's worth it."

In his opinion, this lacquer box is top-grade red lacquer, with gorgeous cloud patterns on it, and a bit of ethereal, which is really a rare item.

Liu Qingshan nodded to Lao Maoer: "Uncle Master, give me the money."

"Exquisite!"

Lao Maoer also gave his nephew a thumbs up, and then counted out a stack of banknotes and slapped them on Wang Daniu's hand.

Wang Daniu also had a silly smile on his face, and he stretched out his hand and patted Liu Qingshan's shoulder hard: "You are an honest young man, you don't play tricks on us, you are a good person!"

His wife also interrupted and said: "To be honest, a few years ago, a university professor was transferred to our village. He was tinkering with antiques. He saw this lacquer box and said it was worth 200 yuan."

It was worth 200 yuan a few years ago. Prices have risen in recent years, so it is reasonable to give more.

After hearing this, Liu Qingshan and others looked at each other: It turns out that the other party is not stupid, just testing it just now.

If they really stole the other party's things, they probably won't be able to leave the village.

Uncle Lu looked at Wang Daniu with some self-mockery: "Village Chief Wang, you are testing us."

"Hehe, now people are getting more and more dishonest, and we are afraid of being at a disadvantage."

Village Chief Wang had a silly smile on his face, and there was a little cunning in his smile.

Liu Qingshan's heart moved: "Village Chief Wang, where did this thing come from? I'm afraid someone else in the village still has it?"

"During the chaotic years, the young generals in the city demolished the Zhenwu Temple in our village. Everyone at least got some things back and hid them in their homes."

Village Chief Wang no longer concealed it. He also knew that Liu Qingshan and his group were serious businessmen, unlike those swindlers.

Then he said: "I will use the loudspeaker to notify anyone who is willing to sell it, I will sell it to you."

"By the way, the loudspeaker was dismantled yesterday. Old woman, go to the village and shout."

Seeing Village Chief Wang's wife happily go out, Master Lu couldn't help but smile: I didn't expect that this trip would really have an unexpected harvest.

He looked at Liu Qingshan again, and admired him in his heart: Qingshan is still generous in doing things, this is the person who can accomplish great things!

Not long after, many villagers gathered at the village chief's house with things in their arms.

They also got the news that a box from the village chief's house was sold for 500 yuan.

In addition, the village chief's wife guaranteed that this group of people who collect things are honest and will not cheat, so everyone's enthusiasm is even higher.

So everyone got busy. Master Lu and Lao Mao were busy looking at the goods, and the payment was left to Liu Qingshan.

Wang Xiaobing and Cao Xiaofei were responsible for managing the old items collected.

The two brothers were also very impressed: in a short while, two whole stacks of big unity were gone, and the third bundle had been opened, and soon only a small half was left.

There are quite a few old items in this village. Master Lu said that most of them should be decorations in the temple in the past.

Like the red lacquer box of Village Chief Wang, it is a set, which is even more rare and precious.

In addition, there are some incense burners, bowls and plates, which are also items from the early Qing Dynasty. Although they are not made by the emperor, they are all fine products.

The most rare thing is that an old man in the village asked his two sons to bring a statue.

The statue has a majestic appearance, with a turtle and snake under its feet, and is lifelike. According to Master Lu, this is the statue of Zhenwu Emperor.

It is a good thing, but it is not suitable to keep it at home, unless a Zhenwu Temple is rebuilt to worship it.

I explained the reason to the old man, and the old man nodded repeatedly: "Our village got its name from Zhenwu Temple, so I secretly carried the statue away that year."

"Now the whole village is going to be demolished, and there is really no place to worship, so why not give it to you."

Liu Qingshan had no choice but to give the old man 200 yuan. He kept the things for the time being. When the time comes to rebuild the Zhenwu Temple, he can donate them.

After more than two hours of hard work, he got more than 20 things, big and small. It was really worth the trip.

Uncle Lu was still unwilling to give up, and asked Village Chief Wang to lead them to the ruins of Zhenwu Temple.

Not far from the village, there was a large area of ​​ruins, with only a few side halls still standing there. The main hall had been knocked down by the young generals.

The bricks, tiles, wood and other materials inside were also taken away by the villagers, and they were used when they went home to repair the house.

Although it looked shabby, in the eyes of Master Lu, it was still very useful.

He sighed, "If we really rebuild the Zhenwu Temple, most of these bricks and tiles can still be used."

Liu Qingshan also felt a little bit sorry. If they were left here, they would be razed to the ground by bulldozers in a few days.

But if they were to be transported away, there was no place to store them, and secondly, he was not planning to rebuild the Zhenwu Temple.

"It's a pity. The Zhenwu Temple used to be very effective, and everyone had a wish in their hearts. If it is completely demolished, we will never see it again."

The old man carrying the statue sighed in front of the ruins, and two lines of turbid tears flowed from his eyes.

Liu Qingshan felt more: there is more than just a Zhenwu Temple. In the wave of the capital's construction, how many ancient monuments have been replaced by high-rise buildings.

Lao Mao'er's eyes suddenly lit up: "Qingshan, if we put all these things in order and find a place, maybe we can really restore Zhenwu Temple."

After that, he turned to Village Chief Wang and said, "Where did your village move to? Can we rebuild Zhenwu Temple at the new site?"

Wang Daniu stared for a long time: "It's not far from here, but we rural people can't support such a thing as building a temple."

There was no other way, and everyone shook their heads regretfully and went back to the village.

Liu Qingshan and his team collected a lot of goods this time, especially the statue, which could not be transported by a small car. They had to hire a big Jiefang to take it back to the old house in Shijia Hutong and put it there first.

When they finished their work and returned home, it was almost dark.

This trip yielded a lot of gains. They sent all the treasures to the temporary treasure room. Only Master Lu, Lao Mao'er and Liu Qingshan were left in the house.

Master Lu then said, "Qingshan, when general temples or ancient towers are built, underground palaces are usually built. The talismans placed in them are mostly good things."

"I see that the main hall was directly collapsed. Obviously, the underground palace below has not been excavated yet. I wonder if there are any good things."

Master Lao Maoer obviously knew this and nodded. During the day, he mentioned the reconstruction of Zhenwu Temple, which actually implied this meaning.

It's just that there were many people talking at that time, so he didn't say it clearly.

Liu Qingshan also pondered silently. He was not only thinking about the treasures in the underground palace, which were still illusory for the time being. He thought more deeply.

The large-scale demolition of the ancient city has just begun. If possible, it would be a very meaningful thing to move more historical sites outside the city as a whole.

It's just that the cost incurred here is not a small amount.

As for asking for instructions from superiors, forget it. Liang Sicheng, a great architect back then, was not very useful, not to mention that he was a small figure with little influence.

If one thing is not done well, it will be a thankless task, and it will waste energy and money.

Liu Qingshan also fell into deep thought: How can we achieve the best of both worlds?

It can not only preserve such a monument, but also not lose money, and even continue to create value.

This is a bit difficult, and Liu Qingshan can't think of it for the time being. After dinner, everyone gathered in front of the TV to watch the news.

At about eight o'clock, a special film began to be broadcast. Aunt Lu was happy when she saw it:

"Great, Dream of Red Mansions has also started to be filmed into a TV series. Look at this girl, how pretty she is, just like Lin Daiyu!"

Liu Qingshan has been thinking about something, and he didn't pay attention just now. After Aunt Lu's shouting, he paid attention to the TV, which was an introduction to the filming of the TV series Dream of Red Mansions.

Since Journey to the West became a big hit, audiences have been looking forward to other famous works being adapted for the screen, and Dream of the Red Chamber has received particularly high attention, because this book is so special.

Seeing the actress who played Lin Daiyu in the TV show, dressed in ancient costumes and being interviewed, Liu Qingshan was also somewhat surprised for a moment.

This version of the Red Chamber is absolutely classic, but unfortunately, the actors in it are too immersed in the play.

Once you enter the Red Chamber, it will be a lifelong dream.

Then the screen began to introduce that in order to film the TV series Dream of the Red Chamber, several Grand View Gardens were built, including one in the capital.

Seeing this, there was a snapping sound in the room.

Everyone looked at Liu Qingshan, who had just slapped his thigh hard.

"Haha, I got it, let's build a film and television city!" Liu Qingshan waved his fist excitedly, and the TV content just now gave him a lot of inspiration.

If a decent film and television city could really be built, wouldn't that be the best of both worlds: preserving the original appearance of the ruins while creating economic benefits?

Like the famous film and television cities like Hengdian, which were later, all became dazzling local business cards, attracting countless crews and tourists.

The ticket sales alone paid off.

I briefly explained this idea to Uncle Lu and the others, and they all shook their heads. Lao Maoer was closest to Liu Qingshan, so he said it directly:

"Xiao Shanzi, there are not so many people making movies and TV series. This business will definitely lose money."

With the current TV production capacity, there are only a few a year, but who could have predicted that decades later, all kinds of costume dramas would be filmed to death.

Liu Qingshan had made up his mind and said, "Uncle, there will be many places to be demolished in the city in the future. Old alleys, old houses, and even some historical sites will not be preserved. Do you feel sad?"

Old Beijingers like Lao Maoer, needless to say, grinned and kept muttering, "How can these hundreds of years old things be demolished just like that?"

Uncle Lu also felt the same way. Antique collectors, of course, care about these the most.

He thought for a while, then nodded to Liu Qingshan, "Qingshan, if you really do this, it will be a great thing to benefit and accumulate virtue."

"But such a big project, we can't do it."

Think about it, there are too many things involved: first of all, you have to choose a piece of land, and it has to be large enough. If there is less money, it will definitely not be enough.

Then there is also the design of relocation, a special transportation team, and old masters who are familiar with ancient buildings, as well as a large number of construction workers.

Without hundreds of people, this project can't be run, and it needs huge funds as a backing.

After listening to Uncle Lu's analysis, Liu Qingshan calmed down.

This matter is indeed difficult to do, involving a lot of manpower and material resources, but if you don't do it, he doesn't do it, and everyone sighs, what problem can be solved?

Things still have to be done by someone.

Liu Qingshan is willing to try.

In terms of financial resources, there should be no need to worry too much, he can hold on.

After all, such a large building complex may not be completed in ten or eight years, and funds can be invested gradually.

In terms of manpower, he plans to set up an antique building team. With the rise of antique buildings in the future, there is absolutely no need to worry about having no work.

There is no shortage of old masters. The group of people who are building the old house for them now are fully capable of doing it. After all, they have even repaired the Forbidden City, and their craftsmanship is impeccable.

March, early spring.

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The gloomy sky is gray and black, revealing a heavy depression, as if someone has splashed ink on rice paper, and the ink has soaked the sky and smudged the clouds.

The clouds are stacked and blended with each other, diffusing crimson lightning accompanied by rumbling thunder.

It's like the roar of gods, echoing in the world.

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The earth is hazy, and there is a ruined city, silent and lifeless in the dim blood rain.

The city is in ruins, everything is withered, collapsed houses can be seen everywhere, as well as blue-black corpses and pieces of meat, like broken autumn leaves, silently withering.

The streets that used to be bustling are now bleak.

The sandy road that was once crowded with people is now no longer noisy.

Only blood mud mixed with minced meat, dust, and paper remains, which is indistinguishable and shocking.

Not far away, a broken carriage is stuck in the mud, full of sadness, with only an abandoned rabbit doll hanging on the shaft, swaying in the wind.

The white fluff has long been soaked into wet red, full of eerie weirdness.

The turbid eyes seem to have some resentment, looking at the mottled stones in front of them alone.

There, a figure is lying.

This is a thirteen or fourteen-year-old boy, with tattered clothes, full of dirt, and a broken leather bag tied around his waist.

The boy squinted his eyes and did not move. The biting cold penetrated his shabby coat from all directions, swept his whole body, and gradually took away his body temperature.

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Following his gaze, a skinny vulture was gnawing on the rotten corpse of a wild dog about 70 feet away from him, and occasionally vigilantly observed the surroundings.

It seemed that in this dangerous ruin, it would instantly take off at the slightest movement.

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After a long time, the opportunity came, and the greedy vulture finally completely immersed its head in the belly of the wild dog.

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