What kind of stone was in the garbage heap more than 20 years ago alleviated the poor situation of my young people at that time, and it was this experience that made me have a strong interest in antiques and stone collections, and I have been sinking in this line.
I am Datang Dongshi, two or three minutes a day, listening to me talk about the stones I have played with, the leaks I have picked up, the hearts that have been moved, and the stories of the stones I always dream of after selling and then buying them back at a high price. Real things, simple process.
Today is: Playing with Stones Those Things Episode 2, Life-Saving Stones, A Little Story of My Stone from a Garbage Heap Collected by the Provincial Museum. (Due to the copyright of the picture and other reasons, the stones in the story are inconvenient to publish, and the pictures attached to this article are the Chen Hearthstones in my collection)
Just after 2000, Brother Datang was still a stunned young man, but also learned to do business, at that time the Internet bubble just burst not long ago, we also joined the WTO for a few years, influenced by the new trend of thought we also learned to start a business, the result is naturally a failure, Brother Datang owes a bunch of debts, but also from the imperial capital to Chang'an to find food to eat.
Fortunately, there is the craft of driving a big car, wrapping up food and housing, running day and night for nearly 14 hours a day, which is commonly known as the deadly pulling dirt car. One night, for a construction site to pull dirt and stones, about 15 dump trucks, to about 3 a.m., the lights on the site were turned off for a long time, the dark night sucked the light to the dim, and then the site manager one by one notified the driver not to get off, encountered a circuit problem. We are hard-working, I wish there was an opportunity, take the opportunity to squint, in the haze feel the mine lamp in the construction site not far away, the flashlight lights kept shaking, it seemed that there were several people from outside the field, after more than 2 hours of lighting to recover, slowly the vehicle began to run, my car and the front few loaded with a lot of bricks and strips of stone. At that time, I was also young, and I didn't think about why there were bricks and stones on such a deep foundation, only that I could earn money and have food.
Landfill and construction site is about 15 kilometers, when you get there the sky is bright, it is also the last trip, the next is the shift, do not know what the reason for the stomach discomfort, drove to find a place to squat, smoked a cigarette, ready to get on the car to tip over, a look at the slope under the soil are scattered long bricks, feldspar and now masonry system is not the same. This is like, is not to dig what tomb, in order not to affect the progress of construction, the construction site secretly directly violently demolished, at that time was not as strict as the current management, the cultural management can only turn a blind eye to pass.
Halfway through the smoke, I saw a large stone slab not far from the wheel behind it, on which were carved people and words. When Brother Tang was a child, he was forced by his grandfather to pass a few years of writing posters, and seeing that the slate font was powerful and powerful, the chapter was natural, and he thought of carrying it back to the city village to write and write, and he could also be a tea table.
Just in the car there were two packs of hardmen who stayed up late to refresh himself, and begged the old Hou who managed the order of the garbage dump to help him use the tricycle to pull him under the shed first, when he was almost 50 years old, the humble northwest man, and called the sleepy-eyed little son to help, a total of three trips, pulled two large stone slabs, and a stone cover that was unloaded from the garbage in my car.
This matter drowned out in the busy ordinary days, until I met a college fellow who was not far from the village where I lived, he just happened to be studying art, the tortuous process in the middle is not listed, a few thousand words are omitted here, and then people from neighboring provinces specially drove three cars to come, carefully packed, and also hit the wooden box, until 2011 in Beijing to hold a sales meeting, met the fellow again, he smiled and used his mobile phone to search for me to see four pictures: ask me, familiar? Now they are on display at the Provincial History Museum. He also said that if you put it now, you can change suites in Beijing. At that time, when people pulled me away, he stuffed me with a plastic bag containing five-digit rice, of course, there was one thing he did not know, the stone lid forgot to tell them, and later changed a letter from the chairman of the Provincial Book Association.
In my life, I was so acquainted with the stone, which completely changed my life, and I became acquainted with the stone, loved the stone for half a life, and poured my heart to buy the stone.
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