Lao Huang held up his flashlight and took random photos, which hit the fat man's face so hard that it turned him pale. When I complained, he immediately pointed the flashlight at me again.
It was about one o'clock in the middle of the night, and the empty main tomb was very quiet.
The three of us held our breath, first prying and then pushing, and gradually pushed open the coffin lid.
"Fuck! This...this..."
The fat black man was lying next to the coffin, with a look of shock on his face.
What caught my eyes was a brand new yellow satin quilt with red edges. How new was it? You could clearly see the embroidery stitches on the quilt! It wasn't rotten at all.
There are three thick hemp ropes tightly wrapped around the top, middle and bottom of the quilt, and you can vaguely see the outline of a "human figure". The overall head is big and the feet are small, and it is wrapped tightly and airtight, like a rice dumpling.
"Gurgling sound."
The fat black man swallowed a big mouthful of saliva.
He has seen less of this kind of scene, but I have seen more, so I don’t make too much of a fuss. I speculated that under this layer of silk and satin quilt, the tomb owner wore at least eight sets of clothes. If the archaeological team were to do it, they would unravel these junk layer by layer.
Clothes will take at least three days.
I took out the knife with my backhand and stabbed it to the bottom.
Then, slowly cut open from top to bottom, these clothes and satins look new, but in fact the inside has already deteriorated, and it feels like cutting tofu.
I looked calm on the outside, but actually I was nervous because I was about to see the true face of the tomb owner.
"I see it, I see it! I see the face!" Lao Huang suddenly pointed and said.
"It's not rotten for thousands of years. Is this... a boy or a girl?" Lao Huang lowered his head and asked.
"Female." I said directly.
"It doesn't look like that... If she were a girl, she would be too damn scary." The fat man shuddered after saying this.
Raise the flashlight and take a closer look.
The facial features of this ancient corpse lying quietly in a gloomy golden nan coffin are almost squeezed together. The face is round, the mouth is small, pouting, and no teeth can be seen. The whole face is like a big cake because there is no flesh.
, only a layer of skin is left sticking to the bones,
The ancient corpse's head was wrapped with double layers of black cloth, its forehead was completely exposed, and its hair was intact on the back of its head. I could tell it was a female corpse just from the hair.
Move the flashlight and look down.
There are no female features at all, the chest is flat, the thoracic vertebrae extending downward to the abdomen have shriveled into a deep groove, and the ribs can be seen clearly.
The female corpse's legs were spread apart, her thighs were about as thick as my wrists, and her calves were curled up and slightly arched upward. There was still a lot of flesh on her calves, so I pressed them with my hands and they quickly bounced up.
This is nothing. What is scary is that there is a large dark black unknown object between the legs of the female corpse. It feels hard to the touch. At first glance, it looks like the intestines flowing out of her stomach are entangled together.
After a closer look, it's not... I initially suspected that it was a "hardened object" such as the placenta. I speculated that she died during childbirth in the late Tang Dynasty. Such cases were common at that time, but placenta-like things are generally impossible to preserve.
, unless like her, it is completely sealed in a stone coffin to cut off the air.
At this time, Lao Huang raised the right hand of the female corpse, and could see two white jade rings on the fingers, which were pulled off. In addition, there were a large number of exquisite burial objects scattered on both sides of the female corpse's legs, including small pieces of gold and silver.
Mainly jade.
The fat man was no longer afraid at this time and immediately went out to pick up the funerary objects.
Gold cups, silver cups, gold bracelets, pearl necklaces, gold bowls, gold cosmetic boxes, jade hairpins, etc., at least dozens of pieces!
I picked up a gold cup and took a closer look. It was shaped like a mug used for drinking coffee today. The cup has eight petals, each petal is engraved with a large number of exquisite lotus patterns. The lotus pattern is surrounded by densely engraved caviar patterns.
This type of gold coffee cup-like vessel became popular in the early Tang Dynasty, partly influenced by Persian style.
There is also a gold cosmetic box, which is exactly the same style and is palm-sized. It used to hold women’s rouge and blush. In the past, people in the northern industry called this kind of thing "Polai gold", while those in the south called it "yang gold". It was very expensive.
, just such a palm-sized gold cosmetic box, as long as it is not broken or repaired, the market price at that time started at 800,000. By around 2013, it started to skyrocketly increase, at least five times.
This is what I want. Stone coffins, stone statues and that kind of stuff, I don’t even want to touch.
I immediately said: "Look over, there may be a hidden groove under her butt."
The fat man immediately turned the female body over, but it couldn't be turned over. It seemed that the back of the female body was stuck to the pile of silk clothes.
Lao Huang also helped. He pushed hard to the left, causing the black cloth wrapped around the forehead of the female corpse to fall off and all the hair to spread out.
At this time, I looked at the side of the face. Sure enough, the hairstyle can modify the face shape. The female corpse had a cute pout, but the mouth was too small due to the shrinkage of the skin, and up to three chopsticks could be stuffed into it.
The fat man said: "No, brother, why is it so heavy that I can't move it!"
Lao Huang said: "The bed must be heavy with a dozen or so mattresses and tattered clothes. Anyway, we have ropes, so let's forget about hanging the neck."
I said you can hang your neck, come on.
Lao Huang grinned and said loudly: "I'll do it, I'll do it!"
"Hanging the neck" is a craft. It was often used in the past, but less so now. In the past, hanging the neck was used in some special circumstances, such as when a person worked alone, when the corpse had corpse poison, and when the body could not be touched with hands.
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Lao Huang did as he was told. He sat directly astride the coffin, coiled the two ends of the rope, first put one end around his own neck, then bent down and put the other end around the female corpse's neck.
Start shouting!
He grasped the sides of the coffin tightly with both hands and relied on the strength of his upper body and abdomen to gradually pull the female corpse from a lying position to a sitting position.
Because the corpse was too close at this moment, Lao Huang gritted his teeth and simply closed his eyes, urging me to find it quickly.
My experience worked. Sure enough, there was a secret pattern, and you could hear it by tapping the coffin board with your hand.
Opening the secret compartment, you can see that there is only one thing inside, which is a small round bronze tripod with three legs.
I was immediately confused.
Bronze vessels were basically no longer used in the Tang Dynasty. I took out the small bronze tripod with doubts and felt that there was something inside. It was very heavy and felt heavy on my hand.
After shaking it, there was the sound of water rushing inside the cauldron.
Seeing that I had succeeded, Lao Huang immediately loosened the rope, and the female corpse fell back into the coffin with a bang!
Lao Huang gasped at this time: "I thought there was a golden bottle and a golden bowl! Why is it this! Bronze??"
The fat man said doubtfully: "I don't think this style is from the Warring States period."
I said this was not from the Warring States Period, but from the Tang Dynasty. Then I got closer and smelled it, and there was a distinct smell.
This bronze tripod has no patterns on the whole body and is plain, but there are two clear words engraved on the bottom.
"Big profit".
I thought the female corpse's name was Daying, so I didn't think too much and tried to open the cauldron.
But after trying it twice, I found that the lid was very tight. After a closer look, it turned out that there was a wax-like substance sealed around the lid of the tripod.
So I used a knife and finally opened the lid after several attempts.
Instantly! A "stench" came to my face!
Extremely smelly!
The stench spread quickly! It felt a hundred times worse than modern canned herrings! The smell made people feel dizzy!
I directly gave this thing to the fat man. The fat man lowered his head and took a whiff, and his face turned pale! He quickly wanted to pass the cauldron to Lao Huang, but Lao Huang ran away and hid far away.
"vomit."
The fat man retched and wanted to throw the tripod away, but I quickly told him not to throw it away! This thing might be very valuable!
"vomit!"
The fat man vomited again, turned pale, and said loudly: "No! It stinks! This is a fucking biochemical weapon!"
I quickly covered my nose with my clothes, signaled him to be gentler, and put the things on the ground.
The fat man put the cauldron on the ground, and immediately ran to the side and vomited. He really vomited, yellow, white, and green all over the floor. He also vomited out the overnight meal. You can imagine the power of this cauldron.
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Even though I covered my mouth and nose, the smell was overwhelming when I got close to it. I couldn't stand it. I felt like if I threw this thing into a latrine, the maggots would be killed by the stink.
I used a crowbar to push the thing over, and immediately a large amount of black soup flowed out of the cauldron.
"Chicken soup? Or some kind of broth?" Because I saw small pieces of bones.
"vomit."
I thought about it and couldn't figure out why the tomb owner placed such a bronze tripod in the most important place in the coffin. But I couldn't figure it out. There have been several similar "stinky tripods" like this in Shanxi before.
But those pieces are all from the Warring States Period.
I carefully wrapped this thing tightly in a plastic bag, put it into a sack, and sealed it, but it still smelled bad.
The fat man said that he might be dizzy from the stench if he continued like this, so he suggested that he go up and smoke a cigarette to get some fresh air.
I checked the time and saw that it was still early before dawn, so I agreed.
