Wu Xiaoqian nodded first, and then added: "The functions of shoe soles and horseshoes are similar, but there is an important difference. Leather shoes are dead, but horses are alive. Horseshoes are like human feet, they also have toenails, and the toenails will also grow.
grow.”
"After horseshoes are installed on horseshoes, as time goes by, the outside will continue to wear out, and the inside will conflict with the growing toenails, making the horse very uncomfortable. Therefore, in order to protect the horseshoes, the old horseshoes must be removed every once in a while and replaced with new shoes.
The horse's toenails are trimmed and new shoes of the correct size are fitted."
Having said this, Wu Xiaoqian held up the small scimitar in her hand.
"This knife is specially used to scrape horseshoes and trim horses' toenails, so it's called a horseshoe knife."
"I understand, they're just horse nail clippers!" Jiang Feng said.
Wu Xiaoqian smiled and nodded.
"Although historians believe that the Jurchens of the Jin Dynasty were a fishing and hunting people rather than a nomadic people, one thing is certain, that is, the nobles and rulers of the Jin Dynasty attached great importance to the construction of cavalry troops."
"I know this! The storytelling "Shuo Yue Quan Zhuan" has a vivid description of the two cavalry units under Jin Wushu's command. One is a light cavalry, called 'Guaizima', and the other is a heavy cavalry, called '
Iron Buddha!" Gao Fei was beaming.
"Brother Fei, storytelling is not even unofficial history. If you follow storytelling and learn history, you won't be afraid of learning incorrectly." Ma Tao complained with a smile.
"Don't tell me. Although the 'Guaizima' and 'Iron Buddha' mentioned by Xiao Gao are not recorded in the "History of the Jin Dynasty", they do have their prototypes in history!" Wu Xiaoqian adjusted her glasses and said, "The Chronicles of the Jin Dynasty"
" pointed out that 'Guaizima' and 'Iron Buddha Tu' are both Song people's terms - the thing is the same thing, but the name is different."
"It can be seen that the Jurchens of the Jin Dynasty attached great importance to war horses. At that time, equestrianism was promoted throughout the country and the level of equestrianism was regarded as an important criterion for measuring masculinity. The horseshoe knife we picked up was probably invented at that time."
"Sister Wu, you are so knowledgeable!" Jiang Feng's eyes showed a bit more admiration, "I really listen to you..."
"It's like listening to something!" Wu Xiaoqian rushed to say.
"No...can we stop playing this stupid joke?" Jiang Feng couldn't laugh or cry, "Let's go to the tomb next door and have a look. There seems to be cultural relics there that Hong Debiao didn't have time to steal."
Gao Fei and Wu Xiaoqian followed Jiang Feng into the tomb on the right.
The coffin in the center of the tomb has been pried open by Hong Debiao. Behind the empty coffin, eight dusty large jars are neatly displayed against the wall. They are all shaped like big bellies and narrow mouths, and are about three feet high.
"Are these jars porcelain?" Jiang Feng asked Wu Xiaoqian who followed him excitedly, "If they are porcelain produced by the five famous kilns of the Song Dynasty, they must be worth a lot of money!"
Wu Xiaoqian looked close to the corner, shook her head and said: "These jars don't look like porcelain, nor are they pottery. The texture is closer to colored glaze... Xiao Gao, don't touch the jars!"
Gao Fei was blowing the dust off the jar when he heard Wu Xiaoqian's stern warning. He was startled and hurriedly stepped back.
"Sister Wu, is there something wrong with these jars?" Jiang Feng asked in confusion.
"There is evil spirit." Wu Xiaoqian rubbed her throbbing temples and took a deep breath, "If my intuition is correct, there may be something unclean in the row of jars in the corner..."
Hearing what she said, Gao Fei and Jiang Feng's nerves suddenly became tense, and they quickly moved away from the pile of mysterious jars.
At this time, Ma Tao and Wang Daqing also walked into the tomb and used flashlights to illuminate the row of jars opposite.
Among them, the jar whose dust had been blown away by Gao Fei reflected strongly under the illumination of a flashlight, showing a crystal texture.
"Looks like a large pickle jar."
Ma Tao tried to liven up the atmosphere, but no one responded. Gao Fei, Jiang Feng, Wang Daqing and Wu Xiaoqian focused their eyes on the crystal jar, as if they were firmly attracted by a magnet.
The jar is filled with turbid liquid.
Through the transparent tank wall, Gao Fei vaguely saw a... chubby baby face.
Holding back the chill in his heart, Gao Fei adjusted the flashlight and enlarged the illumination range so that he could see the full picture of the creature in the jar.
That's right, what's sealed inside the jar is a baby.
Judging from its deformed shape and the umbilical cord extending from the abdomen, this should be a premature stillborn fetus. For unknown reasons, it was soaked in a crystal jar and sealed, and was buried in an ancient tomb.
"Sister Wu... Did the Jurchen nobles of the Jin Dynasty have the custom of burying their fetuses with them?" Jiang Feng's voice couldn't help but tremble.
"I have never heard of such perverted customs." Wu Xiaoqian rubbed her swollen and painful forehead again, "But the Jurchen people traditionally believe in shamanism, and there are many records of witchcraft and dancing with gods spread around the world. Maybe this
It may not be some kind of witchcraft ritual to suppress resentful spirits, ward off evil spirits and pray for blessings..."
"Yes, although it seems a bit abnormal, most ancient people were superstitious. Maybe in the eyes of people at that time, this was normal..." Wang Daqing agreed.
Before he finished speaking, the transparent jar opposite suddenly started to shake, and the sound of rushing water echoed in the dim tomb...
At this time, even the bravest Wang Daqing changed his expression and hurriedly took out his pistol.
The flashlight shone on the violently shaking jar, and his overly strong curiosity temporarily overwhelmed his fear, prompting Goofy to keep an eye on the movement inside the jar.
Under his gaze, the dead baby in the jar slowly opened its eyes, as if waking up from a long dream, and looked at him through the transparent jar wall.
In an instant, Gao Fei got goosebumps all over his body!
The dead baby in the jar opened its small black and purple lips and seemed to be crying. However, no sound came out through the sealed jar, and the silence only deepened the terrifying atmosphere.
The dead baby's swollen face began to twist, showing an expression of rage and resentment. He raised a pair of small hands and pushed hard against the wall of the tank.
At the same time, the jar shook more and more violently, and finally fell with a bang, shattering on the spot!
The turbid liquid splashed everywhere.
The pale and swollen mass of flesh squirmed on the wet ground at an incredibly fast speed!
Before everyone could recover from the shock, the dead baby that broke out of the jar had climbed to the corner and pushed down the other seven jars.
Crack! Crack! Crack...
Crisp cracking sounds echoed one after another in the tomb.
In the blink of an eye, all eight dead babies were freed from the restraints of the jars, and one after another they let out piercing cries, which was both terrifying and upsetting.
These dead babies were crying and crawling toward the door of the tomb where everyone gathered, trailing long water stains behind them.
Gao Fei also noticed that the wet skin of the dead babies, as well as their dark green nails that were curved and sharp like bird claws, were emitting a fishy-sweet smell that was so strong that it made people dizzy.
