The moonlight is hazy and the night is dark and windy.
"Brother, I still can't get over it. It stinks so damn much! It feels like I've eaten a bowl of durian-flavored snail noodles in my stomach! And a big chunk of Wang Zhi and stinky tofu were added to it!"
After speaking, the fat black man held on to the tree trunk and vomited again. Looking at his posture, it seemed that he had even vomited out bile.
I'm not exaggerating like him. After all, I have been digging holes for many years and have seen many corpses, so I have a certain tolerance for odors.
I raised my arm and smelled it. Even my clothes smelled bad now.
This stench is neither like the smell of corpses nor the smell of spoiled food. It is a bit like the smell of black mud in a pond. I feel that if I take this thing with me and go to a windy place, people within ten miles will be able to smell it.
Smell it.
Lao Huang squatted aside and smoked a cigarette and said, "It smells a little bit bad. Think about it from another angle. This smelly cauldron might be a treasure. The smell will last for thousands of years. Maybe it can be sold for a high price."
The fat man hurriedly waved his hands and said: "Nonsense! Whoever buys this thing is just looking for trouble! Put it at home! You can't even have that house!"
When I lit a cigarette, I felt that the smoke smelled bad.
I said: "Fat man, in fact, what Lao Huang said is right. Big bosses and rich people like to buy this kind of unique collectibles. People who don't smell bad don't want them."
The fat black man waved his hands repeatedly to express his disapproval of my words.
By the way, how could a tripod smell so bad?
Even if it is kept well sealed, even if it contains thousand-year-old chicken soup, it shouldn't be so smelly, right? Are there other ingredients added to the soup?
These are currently unsolved mysteries unless someone sends the residue in the cauldron to a professional laboratory for testing and analysis.
Let's put it this way, in the summer, when a person is fished out about fifteen days after drowning, he will have the idea of a giant at this time. Everyone who has seen it will understand that what comes out of the person's nose at this time is not orange, but green beauty.
Nian Da, the smell is the worst at this time.
But even this green Mirinda is not comparable to the unknown substance in the cauldron. It is not on the same level.
This female corpse should be closely related to Li Qi, the fourth son of Emperor Zhaozong of the Tang Dynasty. Li Qi should have died in the battle when she was buried. It may be one of his wives and concubines, but there are three reasons that cannot be explained.
First, this was a prefabricated tomb that had been vacant for a long time. Later it collapsed and was reused after emergency repairs. I was so anxious that the door seal and the patio were not repaired.
Second, there is no epitaph, no Shintoism is practiced on the surface, not even a tombstone is erected, and the stone statues stacked in the right room are not used.
Third, some of the stone carvings in the tomb are made very "small", like children's toys, especially the small stone horse, which is like the rocking horse that children ride today. Even before opening the coffin, I suspected that the owner of the tomb was the tomb's owner.
She was a child who died young, but judging from the height of the female corpse in the coffin, as well as the makeup box and the gold and silver jewelry buried with her, it can be seen that the owner of the tomb was an adult. This is contradictory because the burial objects do not match the age and identity of the female corpse.
Could it be that... this adult female corpse still has the mind of a child? Is it mentally deficient?
These are unsolved mysteries, and I decided to look up the historical data on this subject when I go back.
After resting for more than ten minutes, I stood up and said, "It's almost done. Let's get on with it. There's still a lot of work to do."
The fat black man covered his stomach, his face turned pale and said, "Brother, I'm just going to let the wind blow out from above. My stomach feels very uncomfortable."
Seeing that he was not pretending, I agreed and let him rest and relax. Lao Huang and I went down next time.
After exploring the main tomb chamber, we also swept the remaining left chamber. The left chamber did not have as many stone statues as there were in the right chamber. Instead, there were a lot of Tang Sancai, with the fat-faced maid Yong being the most numerous. I didn’t have time to count the number on the spot.
Anyway, three large snakeskin bags were filled.
"Brother, how much money do we get for these goods? Can you estimate it?"
"This pot is very fat, there must be three or four hundred of them." I said.
Lao Huang shook his head: "I can't stop looking at it. There are also a lot of stone carvings and stone coffins."
I said coldly: "Everything about the pot I serve must be subject to my command. The stone carvings and stone coffins will not move. Don't break my rules."
"Okay! It's up to you! Those things won't move! But Jin Shennan's coffin can always move!"
I shook my head.
Lao Huang's face immediately changed, and he said with a sullen face: "I can still understand the stone coffin. What the hell are you afraid of with a coffin? Thousand-year-old gloomy golden nanmu! Do you know how much it is worth on the market?"
I pointed to my head, then to him and said: "Anyone with a good mind knows that this coffin came from an ancient tomb, and it is so big. If something happens to it, it will be a big deal. Do you want to fucking think about it?"
Don't hold me back."
"No! It's true that you set up this pot! But I can't listen to everything you say! I'll give in and won't move the stone coffin! But you must also give in!"
"What if I don't let you?"
Lao Huang and I looked at each other. He stared at me and slowly tightened his grip on the shovel in his hand.
My muscles were all tense, and whenever he moved his hand, I would immediately beat him until I couldn't even recognize him.
Lao Huang suddenly let go of the shovel and said with a smile: "What are you doing, brother? Don't be so nervous. I'm not a fool. Just listen to my plan and tell me if it's okay."
Without looking back, he pointed behind him and said: "We can saw the coffin, saw it into boards, take it back and make it full of beads, make wood carvings, and then we can make a lot of money by selling it."
I was stunned, looked him up and down and said, "Old Huang, you are a talented person, you use coffin boards to carve beads?"
Old Huang Zhengse said: "Brother, I'm not joking, I'm serious. The thousand-year-old golden nanmu coffins in ancient tombs have their own yin energy. The beads that come out of the car feel cold and warm, like jade. At least they can be found in the market.
Sold for 300 yuan a piece, this coffin can be sold for at least 1,000 pieces, which is at least 300,000 yuan. I can't just watch the money sit here."
Seeing my frown, Lao Huang added: "I know that your regular army from the north has its own rules and disdain our wild practices. That's because you haven't tasted the sweetness, brother. And those murals in this tomb, if
If you take it all off, you will get at least another five hundred thousand yuan."
This kind of thing is called "eating it dry and wiping it clean", and even digs out the bones of the tomb owner.
I know how to unveil murals. I cut the pieces into pieces with a cutting machine, cut them off along with the wall covering, cover them with gauze and peach glue, or use a new type of gel available in the southern building materials market, then dry them, peel off the layers, and mount them.
After hearing this, I pointed at his back and said, "Old Huang, look back. The tomb owner has sat up and is looking at you."
He looked back instantly.
Seeing that the female body was still lying peacefully in the coffin, he said angrily: "Don't dare to say this nonsense in the future!"
"Haha, I'm just kidding you. Even if I agree, how are you going to separate the coffin without a chainsaw?"
"You don't need a chainsaw, just use this thing."
After that, he walked to the corner, took out a short-handled ax from his backpack and shook it.
Then he put a rope around the female corpse's neck, turned her back, and used all his strength to directly drag the female corpse out of the coffin.
"Come here, brother! Help me hold on, this wood is not hard! It won't take us long! Soon!"
Just like that, I helped support him while Lao Huang picked up the ax and started chopping.
I kept paying attention to his movements during the process, and I was afraid that he would hit me on the head with the next axe.
Although golden nanmu is valuable, it is a softwood. What's more, it is a thousand-year-old golden nanmu coffin. It cannot withstand heavy blows with an axe. It cut a big gap after more than ten times, and then kicked it hard and broke it.
After receiving the stinky tripod in the bag, the main tomb room was still full of stench. I looked at the female corpse lying on the ground and silently said in my heart: "Oh, mother Saori, I'm sorry, girl, don't blame me, this is really not my intention."
After a while, the entire coffin was dismantled and scattered all over the floor. Old Huang put down the axe, wiped his sweat and smiled at me: "Look brother! I said it's no problem, right? Our pot of meat is
It’s so fat, I just don’t know how many pairs of chopsticks to add.”
I touched my nose and said, "Do you think it would be good to add a few pairs of chopsticks?"
Lao Huang thought for a while and said: "The meat is fat and there is a lot of it, but the pot is small and it is easy to fight if there are too many chopsticks sticking in. I think... two pairs of chopsticks are more suitable, right brother?"
I thought about it and said, "Can't I add a spoon? The soup should be drinkable."
Lao Huang immediately said: "Brother, you have been working in the front line for many years, so you should be smarter than me. Meat alone makes you feel tired. If you can have a bowl of meat soup to soak rice, it will be called the original soup and the original food. It will be comfortable."
I said, "I understand, but the meat hasn't been stewed yet. It's better to wait until the stew is almost out of the pot before using the chopsticks. Otherwise, it will look like we are too old-fashioned and have never eaten meat."
Lao Huang immediately nodded: "Yes, brother, you still have the foresight, then you can ring the doorbell to remind me when the pot is ready."
After he finished speaking, he extended his right hand to me.
I didn't hesitate and shook his hand directly.
At this moment, we both have ulterior motives. He doesn’t know my strengths and weaknesses, and I don’t know his depths, but I am sure of one thing.