They returned to the camp when it was already dark, the time for supper with the most. Therefore, Dara put all his finds in a jeep. Having washed and changed into fresh clothes, Fang and Dara joined the feasting party.

Having gone for a afternoon on a hill, they entered the village, gored light, although usually after 9 pm the electricity in the mountain villages was turned off. But here came the governor of the province, the elder of the village, the head of the provincial police department. Therefore, the elder did not spare the diesel fuel from the tractor to connect the generator.

It was an enchanting sight, a dark village and a bright courtyard of an elder. Having passed the open gate, they saw a group of cooks in the stron. They fried kebabs, others fussed around a large 70 bucket boiler, where pilaf was cooked, and a little farther on the other hearth was preparing meat broth with lamb and beef.

Entering the premises, Fang and Dara saw a long corridor, at least 20 meters long and 3 meters wide, on the floor was a warm felt carpet. On top of it, red fabric with patterns. Warm cotton blankets were laid out on both sides with the Russian letter "P", on top of which velvet blue and red blankets were laid. And the gap between the blankets was a tablecloth. On which there were already plates made of earthenware and porcelain. On which were dried fruits, nuts, boiled meat, boiled vegetables, sliced ​​bread, nan. Near the place of honor, at the top (at the beginning of the corridor) were laid dishes with boiled chicken, carbonated drinks, teapots with tea from grass deer, honey, fruit pastille. The authorities from the province sat there, along with the elder, Baraz, Li-Ban, Firuz-Mirzo, Aghabay. They laughed, and talked animatedly about something.

In a corridor on a cotton blanket on the right and left side, all the inhabitants of a small village sat. They listened to the plot of the authorities and ate a little bread and dried fruits, someone drank tea from small bowls.

Everyone was waiting for something. And these were not two burdocks, they were waiting for hot dishes, pilaf, broth and kebabs.

Grandfather, Dara, and Uncle Fanga squinted their eyes and grunted under their breath when they saw their relatives, who were late for an hour by a feast.

Therefore, in order not to disturb the order, both latecomers sat down at the end of the corridor. The food there was worse, but Fang and Dara didn't really want to sit around for a long time. They came, only to show courtesy, and then skillfully rush off to examine the findings in more detail and to draw up a work plan for tomorrow.

2 weeks? It seems that there is a lot of time, but they can fly by! It was necessary to consider in more detail the map whether there are wells or some sources of water in the mountains. There could be hidden some caches at the bottom or in the walls. It can be with gold coins or with jewelry. Fang was not sure if the maps were there, since dampness would instantly ruin topographic maps or some documents. Maybe there were some caches in other places? But how to find them, now in 100 years?

They brought steaming pilaf, kebabs, broth, quickly hastily drank the broth, burning their mouths, two sloppies, quietly disappeared from the feast. They did not see a shadow rushing after them.

Barno was bored of sitting on the female side, she did not know the national language well, and the locals did not know the language of the second empire, much less English. Therefore, the conversation did not stick, but eating in an unfamiliar company was not very familiar. Hastily having a snack in pilaf and thanking the owners, Barno went for a walk into the courtyard.

Then she saw two familiar backs, which hastily retreated into the darkness.

Natural female curiosity pushed Barno to follow them with his tail.

Without changing, Fang and Dara entered the Jeep, turned on the overhead light and began to look at their findings. And it was garbage that could have been thrown away without regret.

The first was wire, having cleared which, they realized that these were the remains of a silver pendant, to which coins apparently were attached.

This second one was a coin with this pendant, it was silver tsarist time, 1854, the preservation was average.

The button was surprisingly gold, an officer, you can even say a senior officer of the tsarist army, judging by the stigma issued in 1889. The button test was 555. At the stock, it could be sold for $ 450. It depicted a three-headed eagle holding a halberd in its claws. And inside the horde was the number 2P. It was the 2nd infantry regiment. According to the story, the regiment was housed near a salt lake on a plain 100 km from the Light Mountains.

Copper coins were poorly visible, they were badly beaten by time. But the court of everything, these coins were from the time of the second empire, the 20s of the 20th century. In this state, they could be sold for only 2-3 dollars.

Buttons from the English uniforms turned out to be, in fact, from the uniforms of captured Afghans, who were the personal guard of the last Emir. They surrendered to the troops of the second empire and betrayed Emir.

A copper cross, bent, old, apparently of the Old Believers, where could it come from here? Maybe someone from the personal guard of Emir? And these Afghan buttons? Maybe it was Emir who was hiding from the second empire here, part of the treasure of the last Emir Small-An could be buried here? Would it be good ?!

A couple of shells, but this is from carbines, judging by the 1943 markings. Maybe there were German spies here, from the Abwehr? Or maybe it's just hunting cartridges? Need to look in the catalog. It's hard to say on the spot, the mobile Internet in the mountains was not caught at night, for some reason?

The copper and silver parts of the door handle turned out to be, in fact, a point from some kind of wooden box. Maybe a chest from Emir's treasury? I would like to believe in it ?! Like the two bronze and copper figures, perhaps from the throne of the emir? But no, they were marked on them - Agra, 1904, Master Batra-G.

Well, the finds are generally quite good, if you sell them all, you could get $ 1,500; they obviously do not fall under cultural heritage monuments. And that's great! Consider gasoline paid off!

Dara smiled, Fang was glad too, their first treasure hunting trip paid off!

Rummaging through Dara's backpack, he pulled out an old 1892 map. It marked the names of mountain gorges and villages, which now were no longer on modern topographic maps.

But thanks to the previously done work, Dara had a new map - the old data were rectified and overlayed by analysis on a modern satellite image, it remained only to conduct geolocation. Check on the ground, what and how there?

Tomorrow he and Fang planned to go to Fid ad Thun Rabat, another Arab fort that lay in a nearby mountain gorge 65 km from Zahabun Rabat if they went there by car or 15 km along a mountain road.

Taking horses was dangerous, as both seekers had no riding experience. And an ordinary citizen could walk 15 km along the ridge in the mountains on his own in only 10 hours.

But it's good that Fang brought along several exeskeletons, an experimental prototype that was developed in Chengdu in the company of his uncle. So Fang planned to conduct field trials and facilitate their hike. According to him, they could have covered 15 km in 3 hours and not 10 hours. This exoskeleton allowed to carry 150 kg of additional load. So they could bring food, drink, tents, tools, a compter, shovels and metal detectors with them.

The exoskeleton had a built-in transmitter, a navigation system and a laser scanner, with projection of a map of the terrain and landscapes that were transmitted from his uncle's Chinese satellite company.

Walking along the ridge, they would meet less curious people, since at an altitude of 2200 meters, there were few idle staggering mountaineers. They grazed goats and sheep at an altitude of 900-1600 meters, rose behind medicinal roots to a height of 1900-2000 meters.

So such a trip, if you start it in the morning at 5 o'clock, then at 8 it was already possible to set up a small camp and at 10 o'clock in the morning begin work on finding the treasure! There was nothing left from the discount itself, but down the slope on the right and left sides of the gorge were three small trees. If you look from a satellite image in each tree there were 7-8 buildings. No roofs, only walls.

There is something to look for!

"Ahahahhahaha, it seems tomorrow will be a good living!" without restraining joy, Dara said with shining eyes and a torn voice.

Fang smiled broadly.

- "Guys, do not forget to give us an exoskeleton!" suddenly a voice came from the darkness.

Fang and Dara flinched, began to peer into the darkness, there stood Barno and smiling Baraz.

- "And if you don't give ... then we will tell all the grandfathers" ...