War Photographer's Notes Chapter 1176 Damn it. Before the sun set, Weiran drove Suisui and a set of gorgeous outfits and left the small courtyard of the incarnation construction site. Under the guidance of the navigation system, he drove straight to Aries.
Grandma’s house in Dian.
This trip was definitely not a short one, so by the time they got home, not only was it already dark, but the Katenka sisters had already sat at the dinner table with Lu Xinda, who acted as their translator.
Of course, compared to these three girls who have long been familiar with the old people of the two families, there are more than a dozen locked and sealed camphor wood boxes in a spare room, and in the corner of the yard, there are several stacks of
There is a dirty Eight Immortals table and a dozen Taishi chairs, plus a piano table that Wei Ran once used and a desk that is more than three meters long.
This pile of tables and chairs were picked out that had not been burned by the fire. A few meters away on the other side, there were more old-fashioned tables and chairs piled up, all of which had more or less signs of burning.
Wei Ran originally wanted his parents to help find a warehouse, but he didn't expect that the two would arrange the warehouse at his grandma's house.
He didn't even expect that in just one day's work, his grandfather had already arranged for a carpenter. When the first month of the year came out, he would help dismantle the burned ones to see if he could put together a few more sets.
The complete tables and chairs can also be renovated in good condition.
While chatting, Wei Ran and Suisui also moved the gorgeous costumes out of the car with the help of the four old people.
The journey was bumpy, but the costume was intact, but the wooden man with a metal frame had fallen apart.
"Grandpa, can you tell what this is?" Wei Ran asked, holding the particularly gorgeous-looking helmet with his hand.
"You can't go wrong with the Zhaojun helmet." Mr. Zhou said firmly, "The materials used are quite solid. I'm afraid it's a helmet specially made for famous actors."
"The material of this dress is also thick." Wei Ran's grandfather, Mr. Han, also said, "Did you find this in that small western-style building?"
"No," Suisui, who had just slept all the way in the car, rushed to answer.
"Keep it well," Mr. Zhou said after looking at it. "Maybe this thing is an old thing."
After saying this, he greeted, "You two remember to take a look at those suitcases. Some of the bottoms in there are ruined."
Hearing this, Wei Ran and Suisui immediately became interested and called on the Katenka sisters and Lu Xinda who were watching the fun to help them carry the outfit into an empty room. Then they swarmed around the four old people and got in.
The room with the camphor box.
Obviously, the fun of opening blind boxes does not distinguish between nationality, race, gender, age, or age. However, although these boxes are all sealed, the yellowed seals only read the words "Canhua Theater Company"
That's all.
Using two wrenches, he easily opened the padlock on the first wooden box, which was only the size of soybean curd. Suisui immediately opened the lid.
Unfortunately, to Wei Ran's surprise, there was a thin, slightly rusty iron sheet nailed inside the camphor wood box. On the outside of the iron sheet, there was also a layer of newspapers from the late 1980s.
As for the contents of this box, they were costumes that were stacked very neatly one by one and separated by white paper.
"Second box" Suisui urged impatiently.
Hearing this, Wei Ran immediately used the two wrenches in his hand to open the second padlock easily.
When Suisui opened the lid of the box, which was also covered with iron sheets and covered with newspapers, what was inside was pairs of thick or thin-soled costume boots.
"It's not all about this, is it?"
Suisui muttered, and with the help of Wei Ran, he opened the dozens of boxes one by one, only to find that half of these boxes were filled with costumes or props used on the stage.
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The remaining half, on the other hand, is filled with traditional Peking Opera instruments such as erhu, suona, gongs, etc. used for accompaniment.
There is no doubt that except for the Katenka sisters and Lu Xinda who have never seen these things before, they all find it interesting. I am afraid that the only four old people who can really find happiness in opening the blind box are Wei Ran and Suisui. They are very good at it.
I really don't have much interest in these.
"what to do?"
Suisui asked Weiran with a disappointed look on her face. She didn't expect to find anything valuable from these boxes, but at least the ones in front of her were the only ones that made her interested in collecting them. I'm afraid they were just that.
One of the boxes contains various helmets packed individually in cardboard boxes.
“What else can I do?”
Wei Ran said as he walked out, "Teacher Chen and Mr. Liu asked us to handle it ourselves. I think I'll leave it to grandma and grandpa. You can watch it. We can't wait a few days before we can experience the grand opera in front of grandma's door."
'Yes."
"No"
Suisui twitched her lips, but she knew that Wei Ran's words were definitely not a joke. Unfortunately, opera was not very attractive to either Wei Ran or Suisui.
At least these things won't go to waste
Wei Ran, who always felt that there was something he forgot to ask, muttered secretly, and Suisui and Suisui left the small room that was like an "operator supermarket for old people and foreigners". The two of them worked together to first remove the three-meter-long piece.
I wiped the desk with a rag and moved it into the room. Then I wiped the piano table clean and moved it in.
"I'm going to pick up my parents at the high-speed rail station." After finishing his work, Wei Ran pointed to the van parked in the yard, "I'm going to wash the car by the way, do you want to follow?"
"I won't go." Suisui pretended to yawn, "I just ate too much and I don't want to move now."
It's good not to go
Wei Ran muttered to himself and drove the van out of the yard towards the high-speed rail station.
Halfway through the journey, he stopped the car at a place without a village or a store. Wei Ran opened the car door and looked around, then closed the car door again, took out the food box, and put the two pistols found in the basement of the small western-style building.
It was taken out.
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, slowly ejected the six slightly rusty bullets from the bullet chamber.
After some observation, Wei Ran threw the pistol and the removed bullets into the food box, and then picked up the small Browning 1906 pistol.
After removing the small and pitiful magazine, as expected, the magazine was also full of bullets. Not daring to neglect, Wei Ran threw the magazine into the feeding box, gently pulled the sleeve and ejected a greasy bullet.
bullet.
Throwing the bullet into the food box, he looked around the outside of the car again until he was sure there was no one, and then looked at the small pistol in his hand.
The reason why he cares so much about this gun is mainly because this little pistol is too gorgeous.
The whole body is nickel-plated and seems to be made of ivory. On the handle, there is a figure engraved with golden lines that seems to be wearing Zhaojun costume. On the other side, in the middle of the handle patch, there is a slightly deformed piece that fits perfectly.
Silver dollar to adapt to the curvature of the grip.
Just based on the two crossed ears of rice engraved on the silver dollar and the word "一元" in the middle, he knew that it should be a Yuan Datou.
And on the sleeve, which is not too big, there are two lines of beautiful golden characters engraved - Farewell to the Hanjun with the pipa in his arms, Hu Chen is walking away in the west wind. There are thousands of soldiers in the court, but I believe that the credit belongs to women.
After looking over and over, Wei Ran shook his head in disappointment. Apart from this inexplicable engraving, this small pistol that still had some sludge on it did not reveal any extra information.
However, at least from this pistol, it can be seen that the person who used it was most likely a woman, a relatively wealthy woman.
So the owner of this gun is actually Mr. Tao's aunt, the so-called famous actor?
After thinking about it, Wei Ran threw the small pistol that was out of danger into the food box and took back the metal book. After taking out a pack of wet wipes and wiping his hands carefully, he stepped on the accelerator and drove towards
Direction to the high-speed rail station.
As for whether there was any story behind the printing presses in the basement of the small foreign-style building, he was indeed curious, but not that curious. It was finally possible to rest during the New Year, so naturally he had to spend a few days to have a good time.
Unfortunately, things went against expectations. The day after he and Suisui opened the basement, his second uncle, who was leading a construction team to help clean up the small dilapidated building, called again.
"Wei Ran, you should come over when you have time." On the phone, the second uncle's low voice contained excitement that could not be concealed, "I found something good again in this small building!"
"What good stuff?" Wei Ran asked sleepily, not even waking up.
"Radio station, I seem to have found a radio station, just like the ones in movies."
The second uncle on the phone sounded more excited, "Today when we were tearing down the partition wall, we found a large fireplace covered with bricks. The radio was found in the fireplace, and there was a wire extending along the chimney.
It’s on the roof.”
"What?" Wei Ran suddenly woke up for the most part.
"It's a radio station," the second uncle said more and more excitedly, "It's well hidden. Do you want to come and take a look?"
"I'll be there before noon," Wei Ran said, already turning over and sitting up.
"Okay, I'll wait for you." The second uncle on the other end of the phone said immediately.
After hanging up the phone, Wei Ran did not wake up the fragrant Suisui who was sleeping next door. He just said hello to the four old people in the living room who were drinking tea and watching the news, and then drove anxiously to the high-speed rail station.
direction.
After struggling all the way, by the time he arrived at the door of the small building via an online car-hailing service, it was not even eleven o'clock in the morning.
"Come with me quickly"
As soon as Wei Ran got off the car, his second uncle, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, led him inside and took him straight to the place where the living room used to be on the first floor. He pointed at an extra door on the wall that was about 1.5 meters square and half a meter long.
The meter-deep fireplace said, "This was discovered this morning when the workers were demolishing the wall added at the back. It was blocked by bricks before and was only torn down when I called you."
"Second uncle, what kind of radio station is that?" Wei Ran asked with his hands on his knees as he looked at the marble-lined fireplace.
"Inside, inside." The second uncle said, having already handed a flashlight to Wei Ran, and at the same time lowered his voice and asked, "Did you and Suisui find any treasures yesterday afternoon?"
"They are all at my grandma's house," Wei Ran replied truthfully, "I won't be busy in two days, so you can go over and have a look."
"That's great!" Wei Ran, the second uncle, immediately showed an expectant expression.
Seeing this, Wei Ran didn't give any explanation. He held a flashlight and stuck his head into the fireplace. At the same time, his second uncle explained beside him, "I arranged for workers to go up and take a look. The fireplace chimney has been covered with cement boards. It's all around."
It's sealed tightly with cement. This fireplace is not practical in our country, so I didn't take it apart. Have you seen that radio station?"
"It's really hidden. How did you find it?"
The whole person was almost standing beside Wei Yan in the chimney as he spoke. He was already standing on tiptoes, reaching out and pulling out a red brick with a lot of smoke remaining, and from it pulled out a wooden box with copper corners.
This wooden box is about the size of a shoe box, and even thinner, but it is not light at all.
Carefully kneeling out of the fireplace, the second uncle helped Wei Ran dust himself off and explained proudly, "When we demolished the wall today, we found a wire hidden under the wall. We followed the wire all the way to find it."
, and finally the wire stretched into the chimney, and your cousin and I searched the chimney again before we found this hidden compartment. Weiyan, please tell me quickly, is this a radio station?"
"Have you opened it before?" Wei Ran asked as he walked out carrying the wooden box.
"I've seen it, so what?"
"Hi! Don't get me wrong!"
This chapter is not over yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! Wei Ran quickly explained, "What if this is really hidden during the previous war, and there are bombs, grenades or something if it is not safe, so be careful after all.
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"That's true." Wei Ran, the second uncle, nodded with deep approval.
While talking, Wei Ran had already walked outside the small building, placed the wooden box in his hand on the wall of the small platform at the door, took out a wet wipe and wiped his hands carefully, then took out a pair of silk gloves and put them on.
Then he slowly opened the wooden box with a buckle.
"Is this a radio station?" My second uncle asked, pointing to a telegraph key placed in the box, "Isn't this thing just for sending telegrams?"
“What a radio station”
Wei Ran raised his eyebrows. If the description is more accurate, this is a self-assembled radio station. It can indeed be connected with this thing, but the power is definitely not high.
In other words, if this homemade radio station was used during World War II, it would be just a joke to communicate with Peiping and Shanghai through Morse code. If you are lucky, it may be possible to contact Guangzhou.
But during World War II, there were not so many messy electromagnetic signals and interference in the sky at that time.
The wooden box in front of me today would be just fine if I could reach my grandma's house in Baiyangdian by telegraph, but it would be really difficult to reach my grandma's house any further away - there would be too much interference.
"Wei Ran, isn't this something used by the underground party?" The second uncle asked with a smile, "It's just like the one shown on TV."
“I’m really not sure”
Wei Ran relied on the radio knowledge he learned from the Hongqi Forest Farm to inspect the small wooden box, and then focused on the lid of the wooden box.
There is a glass mirror that is almost as big as the inner edge of the lid. There is also a photo that is the size of a cigarette box fixed on one side of the mirror.
In this black and white photo, what is captured is "Zhaojun" posing in the costume that Wei Ran sent back to his grandma's home. In the lower right corner of the photo, there is also "Qixia Shangxiao"
"Cloud" is such a signature.
"Qixia is still young. What are the connected characters written here?" Wei Ran's second uncle came over and asked.
"It seems to be written by Shang Xiaoyun, right? Traditional Chinese characters."
Wei Ran guessed uncertainly, "Also, second uncle, that Nianqi's three sounds are not strange. Also, I don't know who this Shang Xiaoyun is."
"Hi! I haven't even graduated from junior high school. It's good if I can recognize three of the five." The second uncle laughed to divert the embarrassment, "Who is this person? You, a top student, tell me."
"I don't know him either." Wei Ran took out his cell phone as he spoke.
"I'm also searching." Uncle Wei Ran also took out his mobile phone and entered the three words "Shang Xiaoyun" on the search page using more messy ligatures.
However, when Wei Ran and his unlearned second uncle displayed the search results on their respective mobile phones, the two men both said "Fuck!"
