Chapter 70：Sly Baraz - or - Sly fisherman

It is likely that some veteran of World War II or his son, a grandson by confusion, lost him here in the market square, so far from the horrors of that European war.

Dara looked, the cigarette case was quite working, heavy, silver, and inside were still old cigarettes with a paper filter ... Apparently this cigarette case was lost in the 70-80s of the 20th century. Since cigarettes have not disappeared, turning into dust of history.

Dara was glad of such a find! This is luck! Only silver will pull $ 4,000, not to mention the history of the cigarette case itself, which also had a serial number.

Dara combed the square until he heard an upcoming clatter of hooves. Two horseback drove up to him. Nomads? No, it was an old acquaintance from the self-government that they had recently seen.

Seeing a familiar face, Dara greeted, but apparently the head of the self-government did not recognize him. And he asked sternly:

- What are you doing here? he did not even answer his greeting.

- Who are you? Do you have permission for what are you doing here? Show me your documents! he cried out menacingly.

And the second traveler jumped off the horse and squinted menacingly at Dara.

"As you do not remember, we only recently saw you, we still drove a jeep!" said Dara.

- I remember! I remember evrything! Documents! Show me your documents! said the chief, a little softer voice.

"Here is my permission to research in this area, signed by the rector of the university, the head of the state security department and the deputy governor of your province! Here is my license! By the way, you are not confused by the fact that you are in the tax office of the capital? Does my body work camera"! noticed Dara.

Only here the arrivals noticed this!

-Hey, turn off this camera, but well, remove it immediately! The second began to try to disrupt it, or close the lens with your palm!

He did not know that at this moment the panic button is turned on ...

Dara didn't have time to say anything ... when suddenly a walkie-talkie rode under the jacket at the second ... The second rider, dumbfounded, pulled out his hand and grabbed onto the walkie-talkie. Someone was saying something to him there.

After the second rider, embarrassed, trumped Dara, apologized, mounted his horse and galloped in the opposite direction. And the first rider just looked in surprise at the second rider.

- Who are you? once again asked the head of the self-government of this steppe.

"Everything is written in the documents ..." said Dara gloomily.

The first rider began to read the documents ... his face began to change from black to gray and then white. He gave the documents to Dara. Silently mounted a horse and galloped after the second rider.

The poor fellow thought Dara, now he will get from the capital's authorities. Without knowing it, he got into a mess.

Now he will get the nuts.

Dara continued to fiddle with market research.

The signals went continuously, Dara found either a silver ring, then a copper coin, a tin spoon, a knife without a handle, horseshoes of different sizes. It is only the old men who told fables that in the market squares you can find handfuls of gold coins. It all depends on the state of the eco-economy and the history of the place where you are looking for your treasures.

Dara, on the other hand, found mainly iron things, steel coins of the 90-00s that went out of circulation.

A couple of times I found coins of the early second empire, it was silver 20 and 15 cents. Their cost at the auction could be only 7-11 dollars.

No longer finding signals of non-ferrous metals but only iron, Dara disappointedly left the market square and went into the depths of the steppe. They became interested in their searches so much so that they forgot about the fact that it was necessary to study the mountains and not the steppe. Dara again captured the spirit of adventure and he was lost in his world. Going out to the well, Dara did not even think about throwing a search magnet there. The well was concrete, apparently, it was once an artesian well, but over time the pressure of the water weakened. Such wells were drilled in the 70-80s of the 20th century, nothing interesting, except for old household iron can not be found there. And sometimes you can find cut-offs of rifles or rifles, machine guns or pistols. Dara didn't want to mess with

this new headache.

So the colonel ordered him to wear this stupid body camera, she was disconnected only from the state tax inspection. So for another 12 hours the camera would have poisoned Dara's life without recharging.

He swore and cursed inside himself. but he could not change the situation. He did not know what was on camera, Baraz insisted, knowing the greedy nature of Dara. The colonel did not want to put the camera. but since Baraz and Firuz the Sage were themselves the initiators of this, he was forced to agree.

It turned out to be a useful thing. Firuz-Mirzo laughed at the monitor of Dara's torment. He had not yet forgiven his grandson for choosing money and not giving a senior advice!

Stepping out seems to be on the old road, which was marked on old Arabic maps and then transferred to the new topographic map of the second empire.

Dara checked the side of the road. 10-40-100 meters silence.

But at the 500 meter mark from the start of research, Dara was waiting for success. He went to signal 99. There had to be gold!

At a depth of 39 cm, Dara came across an elite jug, inside of which lay a handful of yellow coins. These were coins of the first empire since 1909-1911. There were about 30 coins in total. In a good condition. Sand best holds coins. Dara checked jugs and coins for metal detectors, it was definitely gold !!!! Now to know the weight and how much they cost ...

Tax officials are apparently delighted Dara thought, cut down a good tax.

All the same, it was a brilliant idea, the leader of Small-An, to allow treasure hunters to search for treasures. Thanks to this, the country's budget was well and constantly replenished with good incomes. A 15 percent income tax, plus a $ 1,500 annual treasure hunter license, made good profits.

Attracted tourists, they could also sell gold and coins found, sometimes earning good money that justified long-distance flights, tickets, and food instead of staying in hotels. There was even a little cash bonus of 3000-7000 dollars. if we get lucky! This tourism destination was especially popular with Asian tourists.

The European were allowed at their own risk and search for precious stones and gold veins in abandoned mines. The monthly license for foreigners cost $ 3,000. Living for 1 month still cost them $ 700. So the local provincial budgets were replenished with significantly foreign currency.

Dara walked along the old merchant road and scanned every centimeter. The finds were interesting, but he hadn't come across so much ugly yet.

He found a holey copper kumgan for water, a pair of copper coins, two silver small coins. The saber, though iron without stones and gold inlays, someone more successful probably took them off earlier, and threw the saber into the sand.

I found several dozen copper sleeves. But he did not take them. Since they also fell under the law, he did not want to interrupt his research. I just decided not to take them, just marking the location of the find on the map.

Suddenly there was a sharp squeak, again some kind of find! This time it was a wooden box, similar to a box for cartridges of the second empire, the early period. Striped in steel ...

Dara sighed in disappointment; he no longer wanted to get involved with this project 47086_1, which got his teeth on edge.

Having knocked down two locks with a shovel, Dara saw .... and then he heard the noise of a car, it was a Jeep .... in the hatch of which Baraz's snarling head was visible.