Encyclopedia of Fortune Telling for Truck Drivers _ [Truck Driver]

Folklore is a story passed down from mouth to mouth by ordinary people.

Story daquan I bring you a novella to fill the grave:

The attention paid to this fake antique is really getting more and more amazing! Pay attention not only to style, materials and workmanship, but also to the last process-smell! It's not, a few greedy fake ghosts directly set up the product base in the general cemetery, saying that they wanted to fill the grave. ...

1。 Treasure outcrop

There is a big horse in majiawan town. In his thirties, he is lazy and dreams of getting rich overnight for nothing. He rented out his house and idled around all day, becoming a famous bum.

On this day, the horse didn't get up until noon. Thinking of the party in town today, he thought of going to see it. He doesn't know what luck he has met.

Out of the house, not far from the village road, is the farmland of Martha's butler. More than three acres of land, because he is reluctant to contribute, there has been no good harvest. Later, he was too lazy to take care of it. A few years ago, he rented it to a foreigner named Cao Laofei. Cao Laofei, who is in his forties, is very hard-working and planted watermelons on this land.

It's May and June now. Looking at the big crispy melons on the ground, Ma Dajian's mouth is watering. He listened, and there was a thunderous snoring in the melon shed not far away. Ma Dajian knew that Cao Laofei must have picked melons and sold them alone last night. He was so busy that he sent off the melon cart at dawn and slept in the melon shed when he was free.

This is a good opportunity. The horse deliberately picked up his voice and shouted twice: "Old fat! Fat brother! " Hearing that the melon shed didn't respond, he stood on tiptoe, ready to skip the irrigation canal by the roadside and steal a melon from the melon field to taste.

As soon as I lifted my foot, something in the canal mud flashed and attracted Ma Daxian. People like him are best at dreaming of making money by kicking out a pimple. If you catch a toad, you can't wait to get the golden shit. How can you let this clue go? So he didn't consider stealing melons, rolled up his trouser legs and jumped into the canal. He dug three or two in the stinking mud and dug up an antique porcelain jar.

Squinting at the bottom of the pot, Ma Dajian's heart pounded: Datang Kaiyuan Royal! To say that majiawan Town is located in Guanzhong Plain, at the intersection of Jingwei River and Weihe River, it is not surprising that there are many emperors, princes, wealthy businessmen and wealthy businessmen buried far and near.

There is an anecdote that someone made a fortune with an antique. Ma Dajian recognized the cocoon when he was a child. I didn't expect this once-in-a-lifetime good thing to happen to me. He grinned with joy, but soon frowned: the spout of the porcelain pot was missing, which was not a perfect device. He dug in the mud nearby for a long time, but Grimer couldn't find it all. It seems that he was lost.

But even without a mouth, it is worth a lot of money as long as it belongs to the Tang Dynasty. Thinking of this, the horse looked around and made sure that no one had seen it. He carefully held the jar in his arms and hurried to town. There is a fortune teller in town, Yang, who is in his sixties. He is secretly doing antique things. It is said that he is an antique ghost and is good at this. Ma wanted to take the treasure away and let him evaluate the market with the palm of his hand first, so he had a good idea.

Finally, Yang was found, and the horse jumped into a quiet place. As soon as he showed his baby, Yang's eyes went straight. He held it up and looked around: "There is nothing to say about styles, models, materials and workmanship. Good brother, you can catch a big fish! "

Ma Daxian trembled with joy: "My good fairy, you are worried about me. Tell me how much it is worth! " Yang slapped: "At least this number!" Ma Daxian almost jumped up: "What, 200,000?" Yang Bubu Seed nodded solemnly: "If it doesn't leak, it's all gadgets, at least quadrupling." Yang said, and put the jar under his nose and sniffed it. His face became like a bad heart.

"no!" Yang Bubu seed muttered, sniffed again, and suddenly he looked like a deflated ball. He rolled his eyes and threw the pot into Ma Daguan's arms: "Oh, I almost fell for it. Take this pot back, it's worthless! "

What I just said is no problem. Why did you suddenly change your mind? Martha was in a hurry, especially this old guy shattered glass, who wanted to play some tricks. The water in the antique shop is deep.

Yang Bubu Seed seemed to see Ma Dajian's thoughts: "Don't worry too much, da ji. Antique shops should avoid eating grass beside their nests. Folks in our village, I want to fix you up and spread it out in the future. Who wants the real thing in the future and dares to come to my door? To be honest, this thing of yours is fake. Although it's imitation, it's good at kung fu, and people with poor eyesight and shallow skills are easy to be deceived. Even I, an expert who has been rolling around in this antique pile for half my life, almost fell for it Fortunately, I still have the ability to reveal secrets. "

Yang's so-called unique skill is a word "smell". Generally speaking, there are two kinds of antiques, handed down and unearthed. The former is judged by inheritance and patina; The latter is more famous. In addition to the origin of soil, there is another key point, that is, taste. Antiques buried in catacombs have been sealed with bones, coffins and offerings for hundreds of thousands of years. When they are damp and moldy, it is easy to produce a unique smell, which is called "tomb gas" by the insiders.

Even out of the soil, the tomb will take many years. Of course, only a soil expert like Yang knows the skills of smelling tomb gas. Just now, he smelled a faint smell of kiln fire on the pot, and the tomb gas was not enough. He knew that the pot had only been out of the kiln for a few years, and the route was a bit strange. But he would rather tell an amateur Malik the technical secrets in these industries.

Seeing that his face was wrinkled like a bitter gourd, Yang enlightened him and said, "Brother Mi, don't be sad. This time, think of it as a door and a road. When you have reliable goods in the future, you can take them from me even if you are familiar with them. I, Yang, can't lose you. In my opinion, your brother Ma Xiandi is either rich or expensive, and he will get rich sooner or later with a rich face. I only blame you for your bad luck this time. All right, go home, I'm still busy here. "

The treasure of 200,000 suddenly turned into unwanted garbage, and was ridiculed by Yang with a gun and a stick. Ma Daguan is so annoying! He picked up an old plastic bag from the ground, threw the pot in, picked it up and turned back.

There are many people in the market in the town, and Ma Dagu is humbled. He just bowed his head and sulked. He accidentally ran a red light until there was a rapid horn and brake sound behind him, but it was too late. ...

2。 make progress together

A medium truck full of watermelons knocked the horse to the ground.

The truck driver is in his thirties, with broad shoulders and thick back, and a striking rosacea stands in the center of his big face. He jumped out of the car, lifted the horse up, looked at it carefully, and was relieved to see that there was nothing serious. But as soon as he let go, Ma Daxian collapsed to the ground as if he had been stripped of his bones.

Seeing Ma Daguan's fake humming, rosacea was angry and funny: "What, you want to touch porcelain?" Open your eyes and see, there is a camera at this intersection, otherwise we will wait here for the traffic police to handle it. "

Ma Daji saw that the car was a foreign license plate and wanted to take the opportunity to correct the other party's money. Now seeing each other's death, he is not calm. He is a famous dead dog in Fiona Fang. If the traffic police do come later, they may not be able to help him. Even if he insists, the possibility is slim.

Ma Dagu was about to get up passively in Nuo Nuo, when he inadvertently recalled the "touching porcelain" in the other person's words. He had an idea in his heart, so he rolled his eyes and threw himself on the ground, holding a plastic bag with a snot and crying.

"Oh my family heirloom! I'd rather be beaten myself than anything happens to your father. Now that your old man has been hit by someone, it's my carelessness. I am sorry for the ancestors of the Ma family! " After the howl, Ma Daxian jumped up and grabbed rosacea. "I didn't sell this antique for 500,000 yuan. Now you have smashed it. You have to pay for it!"

Antiques? 500 thousand? Rosacea was full of doubts. When she took the plastic bag and opened it, she was shocked for an instant, and an indescribable strange expression appeared on her face.

Ma Daguan looked at her face and knew that she was eating each other. As long as he insists that the pot is an antique, it will be a big deal, and the public security can't not file a case. Then according to the procedure, it will take three to five days to slow down to March and May. Even if rosacea can afford it, his car can't afford to miss it If it doesn't last a week, it will stink.

Seeing rosacea still hesitating, Ma Daguan added the last fire. He took out his mobile phone and pretended to report the case: "It seems that the traffic police can't manage this. Let's go to the criminal police. "

In fact, he is bluffing, because his mobile phone has long expired. Rosaka was really frightened, so she quickly went up to Motor-Ann and said, "Brother, we have something to say. You see, we ran away from home and didn't have much extra gas money on us! " As he spoke, he took out a greasy wallet to prove that what he said was true.

When Daxian saw the wallet, his eyes turned red. He grabbed it savagely and opened it. Although it is bulging, there is really little money in it. Willy-nilly, he turned out all the money in his bag without counting it carefully. Tuan Bass got into his trouser pocket: "Don't pretend, who doesn't know that your long-distance driver has a lot of thoughts and the money is hidden in several places?" Well, it's cheaper for you this time. "Before Rosa card to react, Ma Daxian threw the empty wallet on the ground and suddenly came out from the crowd.

I didn't work in vain today. Ma Dajian is so happy!

When I passed Gua Tian on my way home, I saw Cao Laofei awake and drinking tea in front of the melon shed. After the two exchanged pleasantries, Ma said something in his heart: I haven't bought a melon myself since it opened. Why not buy two melons and be generous when you have a few big pennies in your pocket? If there is powder, you have to wipe your face. It's okay to apply it quietly in * * *. Thinking of this, he shouted: "Fat brother! Pick me two good melons! "

When Cao Laofei saw that the renter wanted melons, he dared not neglect them. He quickly chose two big melons: "These two are just picked and cooked just right."

Ma Daxian jumped over, didn't ask the price, took out a big bill from his pocket and stuffed it into the other person's hand: "Well, keep the change." His ostentation confused Cao Laofei. Why does the sun rise in the west today? He also said politely, "It's just two broken melons. What's the value?" . No, I was just about to send it to you when you came. "

Cao Laofei was so polite. Well, Ma Dajian got the money back at once. At this moment, he didn't care about any face: "In this case, I'd better be respectful than obedient. Brother Fei, come to my house for a drink another day. " Cao Laofei is secretly complaining about his cheap mouth, and Ma Dajian has picked up the melon.

Those two melons are really big. Ma Daxian took this one, but couldn't carry that one, so he was in a hurry. When Cao Laofei saw this, he pulled out a one-meter-long thick black stick from the woodpile behind the shack, then put two melons into woven bags and hung them on the bar head in tandem for Ma Daguan to pick back.

The thick stick sank to the shoulder, which made the motor grin: "hey, fat brother, where did you pick this up?" This is my punishment! " Cao Laofei replied heartlessly, "I don't know if the hedgehog or the rabbit made a hole in that big soil slope near the river beach." A while ago, the rainstorm collapsed the slope and missed this stick. I picked it up and prepared it for firewood. "

The spirit of filling the grave ends here.

The Ancient Xuanwumen Spring and Autumn Zhuo Xin Classics of the Fugitive of Postgraduate Entrance Examination