The Treasure Hunt of an Antique Dealer

Sawaguchi Yasukiko absolutely supports the man's decision, not to mention Indian food, that is, compared to Western food, she prefers the Chinese food that her men often eat.

Only get up after 8 o'clock the next day, but this is already among the wealthy people in India to get up earlier, and the Tubang kings hardly get up before 9 o'clock.

Today, the gang of princes and princes are going to have a one-day meeting, Zhang Nan will not participate in this matter. I deliberately got up a little earlier today. After breakfast, it took time to leave the hotel at half past nine.

Plan ahead and avoid the peak work hours of ordinary Indians.

Ahmedabad has a population of more than 2 million, and road conditions are not as good as Mumbai. The traffic jam in the morning peak is no worse than Mumbai.

The working hours of ordinary employees in India are between 9:00 and 9:30. In places like Mumbai and New Delhi, a small number of high-income people who can be called white-collar workers only need to go to the office at 10 o'clock, and working hours are very flexible.

Choosing to go out after 9:30, the traffic situation outside will be much better, otherwise it will basically be stuffed into curry, even if there is a police car clearing the way for Zhang Nan this time, it will not be much better.

Sure enough, the situation on the road was pretty good, even better than when I came yesterday afternoon.

The jeep in front of the police department pulled the siren domineeringly to clear the way. At the intersection where there were no traffic lights, the heavily armed Indian special police leaned out of the car window halfway up, shouting in the official language and Gujarati to make those three jumps. Keep away!

Appropriate treatment for foreign leaders’ visits, seven or eight expensive Mercedes-Benz off-road vehicles to protect an outstanding Rolls-Royce through, coupled with armed police both before and after, Ahmeda was tense during this time. In Bud City, no one dared to drive too close.

Too many people died of violence during this period. The armed police of Gujarat now have the authority to kill mobs. With the joint authorization of New Delhi and the state government, there are really few people on the street, whether they are ordinary people or thugs. The courage of the police nerves.

This gang has been nervous about the police over the past year by the vendetta between the two major ethnic groups. If one is not good, they will really shoot!

The traffic was smooth, maybe it was still early. Even the crowds that made trouble yesterday hadn't even appeared on the street. Maybe it was too late in the old city on the east bank of the river last night, and this would have just gotten up.

Zhang Nan doesn't care about the thugs. More than a dozen Indian special police officers with assault rifles all look good in his eyes. They come out to play on their own, not counting the people who stand in front of them, and they carry 32 of the most professional armed bodyguards with him.

Whether it is a mob who eats beef or a rioter who does not eat beef, it is all clouds.

Today, I am going to see the stepped wells unique to Gujarat. I want to see with my own eyes how those crazy and creative ancient Indians turned the wells into splendid underground palaces.

The place is not too far away. Soon after leaving the city, the convoy quickly arrived at a place called Abajuli.

This is already a suburb, and it is not wrong to count as a countryside. On both sides of the road are patches of farmland and simple Indian houses. It is not a slum, but it has nothing to do with prosperity.

The black and thin men with bare feet and torn sandals, as well as the dark women in saris and nose rings, stood on the side of the road, watching this special convoy drive by.

A car window separated the two worlds, and Zhang Nan was very thankful that she was the person in the car.

"Jingzi, every time I go to India, I am grateful that I was not born here."

For Zhang Nan's words, Sawaguchi Yasuko just smiled, did not speak, and then turned his gaze to the outside of the car again.

Indian villages are still relatively good villages, which makes Sawaguchi, who was born in Beijing, feel terrible.

After listening to Zhang Nan's words, the same thought came to mind: She is a woman, and if she was born in such a place, there would be even more hopelessness!

The destination is just ahead. On the roadside of a relatively densely populated village, behind a dilapidated, short and long fence is today's first visit point-the moon well built in the 10th century.

It looked like the area was very large, but there was only one janitor, plus a small team of security personnel who arrived early.

Upon seeing the arrival of the luxurious convoy of the police clearing the way, the janitor was busy opening the fence for some years, and a security officer also went up to help.

It is now ten o'clock, but no tourists have come. Zhang Nan, who got off the bus, looked at the house where the gatekeeper lived. It seemed that the two small houses were still playing the role of the ticket office.

Without tourists, Zhang Nan guessed that it might have something to do with the chaos in recent times. But combined with the surrounding environment and the surrounding conditions of the scenic spot, it will not be lively even in normal times: a relatively unpopular historic site, let people know about it from the staff in the hotel.

In the picture before, Zhang Nan had seen the Moon Well, a spectacular historic site, but he did not expect the surrounding environment and the scenic spot itself to be like this.

On the edge of the scenic spot is a backward and impoverished rural area. People who pass by look like paupers or even "livestock". This place is next to a city with a population of more than two million!

After walking into the seemingly desolate yard, there is a long walk of large-scale stone-pillared halls and corridors in front of him. At this moment, Zhang Nan said to Xiang Weirong as he walked: "I really don't understand what this government department thinks, it's so good. A scenic spot has been developed like this. Well, if you look at it, it’s not developed."

Xiang Weirong smiled, "Too poor."

"In fact, you can make money just by promoting it, but most Indians like to settle for the status quo. The efficiency and thinking of Indian government departments are staid and procrastinated, and they are notoriously bad.

Who can blame it? I heard that if they encounter difficulties, let them go first..."

These are the words of Guan Xingquan.

"If such a good attraction is in our hometown, it can be easily turned into a top scenic spot, and residents of a few kilometers nearby can benefit..."

A huge "hole" appeared in front of everyone in the entrance hall with exquisite stone carvings.

"Oh!..."

Xiangnan and Sawaguchi Yasukiko made such a sound at the same time, and in front of them was a super antique big well beyond common sense.

The well can be 30 meters deep, like an inverted trapezoidal pyramid, with 14 floors from the bottom of the well that can be seen.

There is a temple on one side. Before I came, I knew that the temple was originally a dozen stories high, built from the underground world to the air, and it was integrated with the well.

However, after more than a thousand years, only a few floors were left on the top of the cave. The height was basically level with the well, and it looked like an underground temple.

The other three sides of the inverted pyramid-like water well are steps. The police officer who came with him gave a cameo commentary, saying that there were 3,500 people who had crossed these steps.

The well is surrounded by a temple and beautiful corridors on three sides. The top floor is surrounded by a fence. Most people will not let it down. However, the police have got the key early and walked down carefully with geometric steps. There are reliefs on the walls of the well.

Cautiously reached the seventh floor, here is another fence, Zhang Nan no longer has any interest in going down: the huge rectangular wellhead below is green, and who is very dirty, there is a faint smell of decay in the air at this depth.

Returning to the surface, Zhang Nan planned to take a look at the other side of the well. Just now I heard from the police accompanying the well that there was originally a temple with a history of more than two thousand years on the other side of the well’s yard. However, he was later eaten by beef. The believers were ruined, but there are still many buildings.

As a result, as soon as we exited the corridor, we exited the damaged fence outside. This is the old temple site that has long been abandoned.

Entering the collapsed wall of the abandoned temple, after seeing the things in front of him clearly, Zhang Nan stood there for a long time without moving, and finally suffocated the sentence: "Brother Guan, do you remember the floor in Nanyang Wuhou Temple?"

"Yeah. I understand what you mean, how about someone demolish this wall and pull it back as a decoration?"

Guan Xingquan said with a smile, obviously joking.

Almost all the floors of Nanyang Wuhou Temple are made of huge and thick Dushan jade "jades", which is exaggerated and extravagant?

The ruins of the unguarded, abandoned temple for hundreds of years and a history of 2,000 years are also exaggerated: the already collapsed wall is actually a huge sculpture with various gods, mythical stories and various patterns on the original temple. The stone structures are piled up ~www.wuxiaspot.com~ The carvings on these big "bricks" are still very exquisite. Many stones can be entered into the museum in Zhang Nan's eyes, let alone the antique market.

But the question immediately came out of my mind: Is there an antique market in India?

It seems that I haven't seen it before. Perhaps Indians don't play this at all. As a result, these antiques that can be sold at a large price in the Western market are piled up here like a mountain.

Zhang Nan can only sigh: "If those who smuggle spirits change their careers, they will go to the West instead of those who smuggle spirits, and they will make sure that they will be turned over."

Shaking his head, I don't understand the thinking of Indians: these stones in front of you, choose a little bit, and the ones that are slightly exquisite and well-preserved can easily sell for tens of thousands, even tens of thousands of dollars.

Enough to see, leaving the ruins, Zhang Nan would certainly not be interested in these stones, and Guan Xingquan’s move of the stones was even more a joke.