"Zongzi?"
I was startled by these two words.
It rained harder and harder late at night, and I didn't even react when the rain hit my head.
There was a loud crack of thunder!
"no."
I wiped my face and said: "Master Li, the rice dumplings you are talking about are the rice dumplings we eat? Or are you talking about the rice dumplings in the coffin?" .??.??
"It's Zongzi." The old man said calmly.
I lowered my head and looked at the weeds and loess under my feet, thinking, what are hairy rice dumplings? I have never heard of them.
At this time, Xiaoxuan came over, held on to me and asked quietly: "Yunfeng, are there really rice dumplings here? I'm a little scared."
"Don't be afraid, it's okay."
Anyone who is engaged in tomb robbery or archaeological team has heard the word Zongzi.
There are three main types of rice dumplings we talk about, namely "wet rice dumplings", "mold rice dumplings" and "salty rice dumplings".
Let me tell you what zongzi is.
It does not mean that the rice dumplings can move or run away. Mawangdui Xinzhui and Han Dynasty female corpse Ling Huiping are wet rice dumplings, which means that the skin is elastic and can rebound when pressed with fingers. There is moisture in the body, and the upper body is very sticky.
The sticky state of the corpse is just like the rice dumplings eaten during the Dragon Boat Festival. Think about it, after peeling off the leaves of the rice dumpling, the rice inside will be sticky. Is it sticky or stringy? That’s the feeling.
The coffin of Ling Huiping's female corpse was full of coffin fluid. The archaeological team fished it out and peeled off more than a dozen layers of wrapped silk.
This is incredible, she is a great beauty!
She has an oval face, a straight nose, lifelike double eyelids, and an attractive cherry mouth.
Up to now, she has a natural Internet celebrity face, and she is just a wet rice dumpling. If you are interested, you can go to the Internet to find pictures to see how Ling Huiping looked like when she was just unearthed.
"Moldy Zongzi" last appeared in the late Qing Dynasty.
Sun Dianying went to rob a tomb. There were five corpses buried in the underground palace, and one of them became a "mouldy rice dumpling." The corpse was not rotten, but was covered with large areas of "hard moldy spots". Some people said it was poisonous and mold would grow on anyone who touched it.
spot.
According to the archaeological team, the deceased had a history of gastrointestinal disease for more than ten years before his death, which later turned into colon cancer. He had been taking some kind of earthy herbal medicine for many years, which caused the mold to grow after his death.
There is also a "salty rice dumpling", which I have never seen before. The boss said he had seen it once, and Master Yao, who was working in Inner Mongolia, had seen more. Among them, Master Yao had even seen the high-level salty rice dumplings, the kind called "Emperor"
羓(ba)”.
It is said that the Inner Mongolia area used to belong to the Liao Kingdom. The Khitan people had the habit of curing meat and fish all year round. They were inspired by pickling. When processing corpses, they would cut open the belly, remove the internal organs, drain the water, and then use spices.
Pickle it thoroughly with coarse salt to make "salted corpse".
To pickle one person, you need to use close proximity
Sixty pounds of coarse salt, so it’s very, very salty!
Let me give you an analogy, if you take one bite of salted corpse, you can eat two steamed buns without any problem.
The Song Dynasty's book "The Facts of the Imperial Palace" says: "In his wealthy family, if someone died, he would cut open his abdomen with a knife, take out his intestines and stomach, and then use fragrant medicine, salt and vitriol to make a salted corpse, which could be preserved for thousands of years.
This practice in the Liao Kingdom was divided into levels. The highest level was the emperor's corpse, and that thing was called "Emperor's body".
These are the several kinds I know. I was puzzled at the moment and asked the old man what "hairy rice dumplings" were.
Under the persimmon tree, the paper money was almost burned, and the remaining paper money was completely wet by the rain and could not be lit.
The old man stood up, with a look of loneliness on his face.
He said: "Xiao Xiang, you are still too young. There are still many things you have never seen in this world. If you keep doing this business, you will know it when you get older."
He turned to Li Yuanbao and said, "Xiaobao, I think the rain won't stop tonight. Your parents know that you are getting married today. You and Xiaoxia should go back. Xiaoxiang, you two can go together."
Li Yuanbao looked surprised, holding an umbrella and asked: "Grandpa, won't you go back with us?"
"No." The old man said with a smile: "Today is a special day. I will stay and spend more time with them. You can just pick me up at dawn."
"Oh, okay."
Li Yuanbao didn't dare to be disobedient, so he immediately picked up the empty basket and waved us down the mountain.
We didn't expect it to rain so heavily when we went out, so we only brought umbrellas but no raincoats.
An umbrella is not enough for riding a motorcycle. When she got soaked, Xiaoxuan simply closed the umbrella.
The rain was pouring down.
"Slow down! Slow down!"
"Yunfeng, slow down! You can't see the road!" Xiaoxuan hugged my waist and exclaimed in fright.
I rode my motorcycle and said, "Don't worry, I'm not good at driving, but I'm a professional at riding a motorcycle and I won't be able to knock you off."
I’m not bragging, I’m pretty good at riding a motorcycle, I can also drift, and I can ride on any bad mountain road.
The journey was bumpy and the clothes were soaked and felt soft.
I was watching the road intently when I suddenly felt a pain!
It hurt so much that I slammed on the brakes!
"You are going crazy! What are you doing!"
Xiaoxuan wiped her face and said, "I just heard that there were rice dumplings. People were scared."
"What are you afraid of catching me for?"
Xiaoxuan said again
: "Take out the bird's nest."
"But please don't make trouble. It's raining so heavily. How dangerous was it to ride a bike just now? I almost hit a tree."
Xiaoxuan nodded repeatedly and said she didn't want to play anymore.
I went back after 12 o'clock and left my head outside.
I quietly opened the door and went in. The west room was dark and humming. I guess Dou Sprout and Brother Yu had already fallen asleep.
"Get me a dry towel."
"Give."
I dried my hair with a towel, washed it briefly and changed my clothes.
I didn't turn on the light, so I sat on the chair smoking and thinking about something.
The clock on the wall read at half past one, and the rain had subsided.
"Yunfeng, what do you think of me wearing this?"
I raised my head and said, "I can't see it, it's so dark."
"call."
I put out the cigarette butt, and the more I thought about it, the more I felt something was wrong, so I immediately opened the cabinet and rummaged for my raincoat.
"You want to go out? Where are you going?"
"I'll be back soon and go to the toilet. It's very late. You should rest quickly."
I closed the door, put on my raincoat, and started riding the motorcycle.
Something always feels wrong.
In addition, I actually have a bad habit.
I like stalking people.
I cycled back the way I came, parked my car somewhere, and went up the mountain with my flashlight on.
Climb up the mountain and walk through the woods from memory.
Take a closer look! I quickly turned off the flashlight.
At the crooked neck persimmon tree, there were several electric lights swinging back and forth, and a few dark shadows could be seen.
"Sure enough, I knew there was something wrong."
Muttering in my heart, I ducked forward and moved closer, finally hiding behind a big tree and looking out.
"Kneel down!"
"Master! Master Li, I was wrong! Please let me go!"
There were two people kneeling on the ground. One of them lowered his head and kept shouting for mercy. Beside these two people, there were several people surrounding them, holding shovels and iron bars in their hands.
The old man ordered with a cold face: "Go ahead and kill him."
The man kneeling on the ground got up and wanted to run.
Just hear a bang!
Someone came from behind and hit him on the back of the head with a steel pipe!
I was behind the big tree and could hear the sound of the stick being struck very clearly. I can imagine how strong the blow was.
The man was like a puddle of mud, his face fell straight down with a pop.
The man raised his hand and wiped the splash on his face.
With blood on his face, he smiled and said, "Master Li, I'll bury it then."
"Bury it."
The old man looked calm and waved his hand.
The remaining person nodded and kowtowed to the ground.
He cried and said, "It has nothing to do with me! Mr. Li, the man named Song asked me to do it. He said he wanted to make you sick. Mr. Li, please let me go. My daughter is only five years old."
By the end of the conversation, the man was clearly crying.
It was too dark to see his face clearly, but I could hear his voice.
This person is the man who took the lead in delivering the epitaph at the wedding during the day!
Mr. Li walked over, stood in front of this man and said, "It doesn't matter if I feel disgusted. You can just give me an epitaph. It saves you worry. I can use it directly after I die in two years."
"But, Lin Zi."
"I have been inactive for the past two years. Have you forgotten who I used to be?"
"How dare you curse my grandson?"
"My son has died, and our Li family only has this grandson left to carry on the family line."
"Who gave you the courage?"
The man knelt down and cried loudly, and said in a trembling voice: "It's all Song Laosi who gave in! I, I don't have the guts at all."
"Lin Zi, you have a five-year-old daughter, right?"
The man nodded repeatedly and cried, "Yes, I haven't gone to school yet."
"Why"
The old man sighed heavily and said: "We are all villagers of Sanshili Village. How united were we before? The city's criminal police team returned several times without success. Among the surrounding villages, our village has the least number of people entering."
"But now"
"That's all, Lin Zi, you have a message for Mr. Song. Just say that I, Li Xueliang, have never been afraid of him. If he dares to touch my grandsons and wives, I guarantee that he will die miserably."
"good!"
"Okay! I understand Master Li!"
"Don't worry! I will definitely bring you your message!"
"That's fine."
The words just fell.
Another bang!
The back of this man's head was almost completely smashed with a shovel, and blood spurted out like a watering can for watering flowers!
With a pop, he fell to the ground.
Mr. Li knelt down and said, "Linzi, go over there and give Song Laosi a message. You shouldn't mess with me."
Seeing this bloody scene in the distance, I leaned against the big tree and gasped for air continuously.
People from Luoyang Tomb Robbery Village.
It's all too cruel.
This chapter has been completed!