Old Liu Tou said that Professor Sun and the others had just been there for half a day. The Shibei Store is not far from Gutian County, but the place is very remote and people who have never been there may not be able to find it. I will find someone to take you there. Just call me to come to the street.
The last boy, who was about ten years old, was his grandson. He usually lived in Henan with his parents, and came to Gutian County to play every year during the school summer vacation. Shibeidian is very close to the county seat, and this boy often went there to play.
Old man Liu called to the child: Second child, stop playing around and take your uncle and your aunt to the Stone Tablet Shop. They are looking for Professor Sun from the archaeological team.
The second youngest had a shaved head. He might have just finished fighting with other children. His body was covered in dirt and he was dragging a line of green snot that was about to flow into a river. When Old Man Liu asked him to lead us, he led me
Went to Shibei Shop with the two of us.
The road to Shibeidian is indeed very difficult, full of rugged and uneven paths. Erxiao told us that it is not far away, but the road is not easy to walk. We can just walk through the highest hillside in front.
Seeing that the child was too dirty and couldn't see through it, he took out his handkerchief and wiped his nose, and asked him pleasantly: What is your second name?
Erxiao wiped her nose and replied: My nickname is Erxiao, and my surname is Wang, Wang Erxiao.
As soon as I heard that this kid's name was interesting, I joked with him and said: Your kid's name is Wang Erxiao. Are you kidding us into an ambush?
Wang Er said to me stupidly: Uncle, what is an ambush trap? Who is that woman? She is so good-looking.
I took a sneak peek and walked behind, and whispered to the second child: What is good-looking or not? You little brat, why don't you learn well at such a young age? She is my wife, and she has a bad temper. No one but me will be allowed to look at you.
It's best not to mess with her.
Walking behind, although I spoke softly, she still heard the second half of my words and asked: Lao Hu, who did you just say not to mess with?
I quickly patted Wang Erxiao on the head and said: I just said that this kid is very naughty. At such a young age, he knows that the flower girl does beautiful work. Don’t mention these kids now, not many of them are like me when I was a kid.
Yes, I have been so ambitious and well-intentioned since I was a child.
Before I finished speaking, a strong rural man with a white sheep belly towel suddenly appeared from behind the hillside. He had a belt tied around his waist and a stick in his hand. He shouted to us: "Stop, Miss Shenhua, are you working?"
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I was startled by him. Although this was in a ravine, could there be a strong man cutting the path in broad daylight? I quickly blocked the second child and the young man behind him, and said to the man: Fellow fellow, don’t get me wrong, we are all our own people.
We are not the Japanese army, we are the Eighth Route Army's military work team.
The fellow with a white towel on his head looked the three of us up and down: What the Eighth Route Army, I don't think you are good people. Then he drove us away with sticks, saying that this place was under martial law and we were not allowed to enter.
I thought to myself, how strict is the martial law when there is no disaster or war? Besides, I have never heard of the militiamen using wooden sticks to enforce martial law. Why is this grandson crazy? So I rolled up my sleeves and planned to snatch the stick from his hand to avoid such recklessness.
The farmer hurt someone.
I was about to go over and put it right, but I didn’t expect that this villager who claimed to be the platoon leader of the Shibeidian militia platoon actually knew the second child among the three of us. It turned out that the second child always played with his son, so that the two sides stopped fighting.
, they all stood still and spoke.
The militia platoon leader had a clumsy mouth and a strong local accent. After talking to us for a long time, I roughly understood what was going on. It turned out that the name of this stone tablet store came from an unknown stone tablet nearby. The stone tablet was very tall and towered up to the sky.
I don’t know which dynasty or generation it was left behind; the handwriting on the stele has long been blurred by wind and rain.
When it comes to stone tablet shops, the most famous thing is not the broken stone tablet, but a time-honored coffin shop in the village. There are only one coffin shop in the eight nearby villages, including Gutian County, because the other coffin-selling businesses are not as good as his.
.Legend has it that when this old coffin shop first opened, the shopkeeper was a good carpenter, and it was just a carpentry workshop that opened.
Once, this master carpenter built a coffin for a family. The coffin had just been finished and had not yet been painted. According to the rules, the coffin had to be painted with eighteen coats of paint. At that time, the half-finished coffin was in his carpenter's shop.
Set up. In the evening, the master carpenter sat in the middle hall and drank a few glasses of old wine. When he thought that business was not easy to do and he took on this job for more than half a month, he couldn't help but feel a little depressed. So he patted the coffin and sighed, feeling drunk.
I fell asleep on the coffin without realizing it.
That night, the carpenter had a dream. He dreamed that there was a ball of ice in the coffin, which made him tremble all over, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar. Suddenly, a rapid knock on the door woke him up. When he opened the door, he saw that it was someone from the same village.
Someone passed away in a family at night and came to him to order a coffin. It was rare for a new job to be started immediately after the job was finished. The master carpenter was very happy, but he couldn't show it. After all, he was just a birthday gift to take care of the family's affairs. On the surface,
The master carpenter patted the half-finished coffin again, took the deposit, and began to work.
The sun had just reached the top of the head, and the carpenter was working hard to build the coffin. Suddenly someone came to order the coffin. This was really strange. Only about ten people died in the village a year, and now two people died in a row.
The more the carpenter thought about it, the more he was wrong. He recalled his dream at night. Could it be that those people died because he patted the coffin with his hands? So he tried patting the half-finished coffin again. Before dark, someone else died.
The carpenter was surprised and happy. What was surprising was that he didn't know what was going on. Why did someone die nearby when he patted the coffin with his hand? What was happy was that he had no business this time. This carpenter was a good person.
The master, who is so poor, can't care about the life and death of others at this time. Is it because those people who have nothing to do with each other are not allowed to make money? The carpenter saw that there was too much work and he couldn't handle it, so he went to other places overnight.
I bought some ready-made birthday coffins from the coffin shop.
Since then, the carpenter's shop has completely turned into a coffin shop. And he also discovered a secret. When photographing this coffin, the harder you pat it, the further away the place where the dead person is. It is very easy to make money from this.
Yes, the more he made money, the darker his heart became. He swallowed up all the coffin shops nearby. He only had to pat the half-finished coffin twice and wait for the money to be counted.
But he didn't dare to keep filming. Who knows what is going on here. This secret has never been leaked by him; but there is no airtight wall, these things are still known to everyone. But this kind of evasive behavior
It's hard to tell, and there's no evidence, so there's no way to bring him to court. But when everyone sees him, they stay away like the god of plague.
He didn't even have a wife until he got old. Not long ago, this former young carpenter, now the owner of a coffin shop, died in his own home. When people found his body, it was so rotten that the stench filled the neighborhood.
There is only one coffin shop in his, and all the longevity materials in the shop are sold out, leaving only the semi-finished coffin placed in the hall. People in the village are wary when they think of those rumors, but the village committee cannot ignore it and cannot let it go.
The old owner of the coffin shop died at home. The weather was hot, and it would be terrible if a zombie plague broke out. Although cremation was practiced at that time, the concept of burial in rural areas was still deeply rooted. So the village chief found a few bold militiamen to
The body was wrapped in a woven bag and prepared to be placed in a coffin for burial.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I moved the coffin away, I found a small crack in the ground under the coffin. The crack was very deep. When I put my hand on it, I felt a cool breeze blowing out. There seemed to be a big hole underneath. There were those who were curious.
He pried open the masonry on the ground and found that there was indeed a hole underneath, and it was extremely cold inside.
The militia platoon leader volunteered to go down to find out what was going on, and asked someone to hang him down with a basket. Not long after he went down, he shook the rope desperately and asked someone to pull him up. This time he was so scared that he almost peed his pants. He said that there were big green trees down there.
It was paved with bricks, with a stone bed underneath, and a stone box on top. The stone box was not big, flat, and had many strange characters carved on it. The militia platoon leader took the stone box up easily. Everyone.
When I opened the stone box and took a look, inside were six unknown jade beasts that were as red as blood. According to the militia platoon leader, there seemed to be another layer below the hole, but it was too dark and eerie, so I didn't dare to go in and take a look.
Since the village cadres were present, the villagers showed high consciousness and immediately notified the archaeological team of Gutian County. After hearing the news, Professor Sun knew that the discovery might be very important, so he did not dare to delay for a moment, and immediately led people to the scene.
Came over.
In a rural place like this, nothing big happens all year round, so the news spreads quickly, and even people in the county rush to watch the fun. In order to maintain order, Professor Sun asked the village militia to stop the idlers outside the village and prevent them from letting go.
They went in to watch. Because the scope, scale and background of the cave were not clear yet, once it was destroyed, the damage would be irreparable. So the militia platoon leader took chicken feathers as arrows and led people to set up traps at each entrance.
He announced that the village had entered a state of military martial law, and then he and I were stopped for questioning.
After listening to the words of the militia platoon leader, I knew that we couldn't deal with small farmers like them forcefully. We had to say something nice and give him some benefits, so that we could go in and find Professor Sun. So I said to the militia platoon leader: Comrade company commander, we
They are all acquaintances of Professor Sun. I really have something urgent to do with him, so you can make it easier for me. Then I gave the militia platoon leader five yuan.
The militia platoon leader took the money, but before he could see the denomination clearly, someone from the village suddenly came to greet him and said that the old cadre who came with the archaeological team was dead. Book Alliance
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