At this time, the driver also jumped out of the car and went to check the situation behind the car. There were two eye-catching green traces on the road behind, but at the end of the traces there was no one, but a stone figurine that was broken by the car and looked like a real person.
The size of the stone figurines is not strong. There is only an outer stone shell, and the middle is completely empty. It was smashed into several fragments. What crawled out from the inside were densely packed white upper parts: Feng Shaoyi's horizontal part numbered at the bottom of "worm"
Upper part: A horizontal section of Feng Shao's worm-shaped bottom insect was crushed to pieces by wheels. There was a lot of green juice flowing out of the dead insects' bodies on the ground. The disgusting scene made people want to vomit.
The driver looked down and trampled a few of them to death. He cursed that it was bad luck that such a rotten rock full of maggots appeared out of nowhere, crushing a large piece of the car.
Pointing to a piece of stone on the ground from the car window, he said to me: Lao Hu, look at this stone figurine, which imitates the Han Dynasty. Could it be a product of the King Xian period?
I nodded and said: There is indeed some resemblance, but why do the stone figurines only have so many bugs inside the shell and were crushed by cars? It is not easy to identify them just from the appearance, so it cannot be concluded that they are from the Han Dynasty.
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I raised my head and looked up from the car window. I saw a cliff thousands of feet high, surrounded by clouds and mist, and I couldn't tell where I fell from. Maybe there are some historical sites on the nearby mountains. It seems that we have entered the place where the king was presented.
The sphere of influence. But why are there so many maggots in this figurine?
The more I thought about it, the more uneasy I felt, so I asked the tea seller if he had ever encountered this kind of situation before. He said: There are more stone figurines like this near Zhelong Mountain, and they are all buried in the mountain. Sometimes they catch landslides, and occasionally they
It was revealed that the inside was full of fat maggots. Some people said that this was an ancient human-shaped coffin, but they were all rumored and they did not know the exact purpose. The locals hated this kind of thing and considered it a bad omen.
It heralds illness and death. We encountered it in the car today. We are unlucky. We need to go to Yuhuang Pavilion in a few days to get a silver charm for safety.
I was worried that paying too much attention to these things would be seen as a flaw, so I stopped asking any more questions and just talked to the tea seller about the local customs. Zhelong Mountain is already on the edge of the Bai Autonomous Prefecture. There are Bai and Han people, and there are also very few.
The most lively festival for the Jingpo people and the Dai people is in March, when all men, women, old and young gather at the foot of Diancang Mountain, where there are various folk song duets and temple fairs, which is very lively.
I wasn't interested in any of this, so I chatted with him for a few words, then changed the topic to Zhelong Mountain. In the name of catching butterflies, I asked the tea seller about the topography there.
The tea seller said that although he is a local, the mountains of Zhelong Mountain are like a boundary monument here, and few people cross the mountain to the other side. There are many poisonous insects and poisonous fog there, mosquitoes breed, the valley is humid and hot, and the miasma persists all year round.
Many people have gone missing there, and no one from the locals wants to go there. Another thing is that Zhelong Mountain is too high, and there is a snow line on it. The weather is changeable, with hail, heavy rain, strong winds, etc. It comes as it comes, and it was sunny and white just now.
On the same day, bad weather will appear in an instant. Without a large team of people, it is very risky to climb Zhelong Mountain.
Since the driver smashed the stone figurine full of maggots, the car has slowed down. He must have been worried about the bad luck of hitting that kind of thing, so he tried to drive the car as smoothly as possible; in addition, he had gradually left the cliff.
The dangerous road, we finally breathed a sigh of relief, and the fat man came back to life. He happened to hear the tea seller's words and couldn't help but ask: What mountain? It sounds a bit like the snow-capped mountain that the Red Army climbed back then. I wonder if it is the same mountain.
I said to him: The Red Army climbed Jiajin Mountain, which is not the same as Zhelong Mountain. It is far to the north. But the cliff rapids of the Lancang River you just saw are similar to the Jinsha River not far away. If you want to strengthen the tradition
For ideological study, you can jump in and swim around, and experience the artistic conception of the golden sands and water beating against the clouds and cliffs in the Chairman's poems; then climbing Zhelong Mountain is just like walking the Long March all over again, climbing snow-capped mountains and crossing grasslands.
The fat man said: The feet of a soldier can travel all over the world. Surprise soldiers appear when they cross the Chishui River four times. They fly across the natural chasm of the Wujiang River. They arrive in Guiyang and arrive in Kunming. These are all failures. If you want to take the Long March, you must start from the beginning and start from the beginning.
It is obvious that you have opportunistic tendencies.
While we were chatting, the car stopped, and the tea seller quickly asked us to get out of the car. We were going to Zhelong Mountain, which is the closest place to get off. In addition to the three of us and the tea seller, there were two other local women who got off here at the same time.
, one is in his thirties, carrying a child on his back, and the other is sixteen or seventeen years old, both wearing turbans and embroidered aprons. Their clothes are all white, and the locals regard white as precious, so they should all be Bai, but
These ethnic minorities are not what we imagine to be dressed up all day long. If it is not a festival, they do not wear costumes. In addition, there are various ethnic minorities here, and sometimes it is not easy to distinguish them.
I didn’t want to go with these people, but the enthusiastic tea seller told us that in sparsely populated areas, we should travel together and help each other. This is the local custom. I often dealt with Native Americans when I worked in the past, and I know these local customs.
It is best to abide by foreign customs, otherwise unnecessary conflicts will easily arise. So I went with these three people.
This area is full of high mountains and deep valleys, with lonely people and dense forests. I walked through rugged mountain trails and twists and turns. It turned out that the place where I got off the bus was still a long way from Zhelong Mountain. I was secretly glad that I didn't follow these people.
The locals went their separate ways, otherwise it would be difficult to find the right path.
After walking in the mountains for more than two hours, we finally arrived at the foot of Zhelong Mountain. There are no residential villages here, but some stone quarry workers live a little further away. There is only one place at the foot of the mountain for tea business.
An inn where merchants provide food and accommodation. The two Bai women traveling with us are the owners of this Caiyun Inn. They came back from shopping. It is not easy to go out to the mountains here, so we have to buy a lot of things at once, large and small.
With another child, Fatty and I learned from Lei Feng, not only carrying dozens of kilograms of our own equipment, but also helping them carry rice and peppers. By the time we arrived at the place, we were already so tired that our backs ached.
Except for the six of us, there is no one else in the inn. The local people are very simple and never lock the door when going out. If passing guests pass by, they can stay in the inn by themselves. There is water in the tank, and there are bait cakes and rice in the pot to eat.
It has become a customary behavior to drink and sleep until dawn, and to put money in the rice vat before leaving. No one has ever refused to give money after food and accommodation.
The Bai woman with the child is the owner of the Caiyun Inn and is a young widow; the sixteen or seventeen-year-old girl is her husband's sister, a Han nationality whose nickname is Peacock. She has big eyes, is very lively and cute, and wears ethnic costumes that look better than the locals.
The women are much prettier. They are the only place where you can rest and stay at the foot of Zhelong Mountain. It is a day's walk south from here. There is a kind of Wuding Golden Thread Fragrance Tea produced there. Merchants often go there to buy tea. Every time they pass by, they inevitably ask for it.
Stay at Caiyun Inn.
The landlady was very grateful to us for helping her move things. As soon as we entered the door, she took the peacock to light a fire for us to make tea and cook. Not long after, the peacock brought out the tea. The fat man took it and smelled it, and praised: It smells so good, little man.
Sister, what kind of tea is this? Is it Pu'er, a specialty of Yunnan?
The peacock said to the fat man: No, this is the Wuding Golden Thread Fragrance Tea produced in our local mountains. It is brewed with water flowing from the snow line. Every tea leaf seems to be made of gold. Try it and see if it is right.
very good.
The fat man said, "You know it's good if you don't drink it, and you don't care who made the tea." While he was talking, he took out cigarettes and gave them to the tea seller and me. We drank tea and smoked while waiting for the boss lady to serve us food.
The fat man wanted to show off his knowledge in front of the peacock, so he took out another pack of Hongtashan and said to the tea seller: Brother, do you know that smoking also pays attention to matching. We just smoked Yunyan, and now we change to Hongtashan. This is terrible.
It has a unique flavor. It has a name in the capital, called Tashan, where the clouds are always there.
The peacock was not interested in Fatty’s theory on cigarettes, but was curious about the insect net we brought and whether we were going to the Dragon Wall to catch butterflies.
I didn't want to lie to the little girl, so I had to ask the fat man to come forward and explain. I was worried that the fat man's words would reveal the truth. It would be more appropriate for me, a person with the potential to be a political commissar, to do this kind of job of inciting the revolutionary masses.
So I told Peacock that the three of us are here. We work in the Natural History Museum and specialize in collecting rare butterflies in the world. This time we came here specifically to catch butterflies and then make them into specimens and bring them back to Beijing for exhibition.
Those foreigners who come to our great motherland will open their eyes and see what the butterflies in Yunnan are like. Not only can they fill the gaps in our country's research fields such as butterfly specimens, but they can also bring glory to the country, generate income for the country, and strive to realize the four modernizations as soon as possible.
, creating one brilliance after another on the new Long March of reform and opening up. From all angles, this work is a great achievement for the country and the people. It is a cutting-edge scientific research work with a strategic height, and its practical significance is no less
for humanity’s moon landing program.
Unexpectedly, what I said made not only the peacock very excited, but also the fat man and the tea seller were dumbfounded. The tea seller asked: "Buy, buy, sell, how can such a thing be done? I mean Master Hu, this butterfly"
If the baby is still of such great value, then I will stop selling tea and go catch it with you, okay?
The person on the side was wearing sunglasses. After listening to my nonsense about the peacock, she tried hard not to laugh out loud. She looked a bit like a female spy of the Kuomintang, as if she was laughing at me to see how I would end up.
I secretly thought something bad, I went too far this time, and hurriedly said to the tea seller: Well, there is no distinction between high and low in revolutionary work, only the division of labor in the revolution. Whether it is pouring tea leaves or catching butterflies, they are all contributing to the construction of the four modernizations.
, it can’t work without anyone. We are all the screws of socialism. If you, brother, put down your job to catch butterflies, then the people of our country can’t just watch butterflies and not drink tea. In fact, foreigners also like to drink tea. Tea culture
It has a long history and has a wide range of tea culture enthusiasts all over the world. Prince Sihanouk, an old friend of the Chinese people, likes drinking tea very much, so pouring tea is also a very important and meaningful task.
At this time, Peacock's sister-in-law called Peacock to help prepare the meal, so I took the opportunity to stop talking. After eating some randomly, I went outside the inn alone to use a telescope to watch the situation of Zhelong Mountain. I saw that the highest mountain peak went straight into the sky, with mountains on both sides.
The steep cliffs are endless and undulating, and it is impossible to tell whether the white clouds or the snow are gathered on the top of the mountain. There are indeed many clouds and mist here, and they are clearly layered. There are wisps of green smoke and mist starting from the mountainside, and the farther you go, the higher the mountain.
The thicker the clouds are at high altitudes, they are blocked by high mountains and condensed together. The mountain is made of light green granite, and the main peak of Zhelong Mountain looks like a warrior with a white crown and green armor, standing among the forest.
There are vast forests and seas at the foot of the mountain, with waterfalls and earthen forests in various shapes, creating a beautiful original natural scenery. The mountains and rivers nearby are roughly the same as those drawn on the human skin map. Deep in the valley behind the mountains and forests is the tomb of King Xian we are looking for.
.As for whether there are Muchen Beads in the tomb, there is really no certainty.
Thinking of the evil evil technique and the maggots in the stone figurines I saw on the road, I couldn't help but feel a little afraid of King Xian's tomb. However, I made peace with it now that I had arrived in front of Zhelong Mountain.
There is no way forward, and the only thing to do next is to pray for the blessing of the Patriarch Mo Jin.
The tea seller will go out to buy tea early tomorrow morning. After dinner, he will go directly to the inner room to seize the time to sleep and rest. The fat man and I also went out for a walk after dinner, and looked up at the mountains in front of me. Before dedicating the king's tomb, how to climb over this mountain?
The towering Zhelong Mountain is a big problem. Seeing this steep and majestic mountain, the three of them frowned.
At first, the blind man and others found a local guide to cross the snow-capped mountains after an arduous trek. It would be very dangerous to go up the mountain without a guide. But we just asked the proprietress of Caiyun Inn, and all the locals who have been to Zhelong Mountain have already
They were all dead. Over the years, it was said that the mountain was haunted and no one dared to go up there anymore.
Just when we were at a loss of what to do, we heard the peacock say: We want to go to the valley on the other side of Zhelong Mountain to catch butterflies. There is a tunnel under Zhelong Mountain, and we can pass through it downstream without having to climb over the mountain. But there is a tunnel over there.
A lot of dead people, often haunted. Book alliance
Chapter completed!