There are taboos in every industry. I threw away my Mingqi and wanted to wash my hands, but unfortunately there was no water.
This thing is equivalent to a house purchase contract signed between a living person and the underworld, and can also be understood as a document for the underworld.
I remember that there were a lot of these things in the Literature and History Department of the Hebei Museum. The one was written with a brush dipped in cinnabar. The lower part was in the style I just saw. The upper part of the handwriting that could not be seen clearly should be "The King of Hell".
Letter of complaint."
I took out my lighter and lit this thing, bad luck.
The fire was burning, and Lao Zhang had a look of pity on his face. He only saw money in his eyes.
"Come on, stop looking. Why are you so dazed?"
Lao Zhang came to his senses and hurriedly handed me the hammer.
The tomb door is not a solid piece of wood, but is made up of six square logs arranged in rows. I used a chisel and hammer to break open the middle square log, and then I looked inside.
The main tomb was very dark, and as the flashlight light spread inch by inch, the darkness was dispersed, and the situation in the tomb could be roughly seen clearly.
The main tomb chamber where the owner of the tomb is buried covers an area of about 30 square meters. Above it is a roof made of blue bricks. A layer of dry yellow moss grows between the cracks of the bricks. If the moss grows, it proves that water entered the tomb in the past.
Besides, this is a crop field, and the villagers may still water it.
I held up the flashlight and moved slowly to the left. Finally, the flashlight beam was fixed on a row of coffins.
There were five ancient coffins, with their heads facing west, side by side in the corner. Four of them were seriously deformed and completely flat. The coffin in the corner looked intact, but it was also covered in dust.
I thought to myself, "Could this be the family tomb of a wealthy person in ancient times?"
The situation of "five coffins and one room" is not unheard of, but it is very rare in Sichuan and Tibet.
I patted Lao Zhang on the shoulder and pointed to the top of the tomb.
Lao Zhang understood what I meant. He suppressed his excitement, ran quickly to the end of the tomb passage, raised his head and barked like a dog at the robber hole.
"Woof."
Soon, in response, two cats meowed from above the cave entrance.
"Meow meow."
The meow was learned from his wife, which means that the surrounding area is safe and there is nothing wrong with him.
"Let's go, take the cloth bag and prepare to open the coffin."
I threw the bag in first and then got in. After I stood firm, I was about to open the bag when I suddenly saw a yellow light from the corner of my eye behind me.
"what are you doing?"
I saw Lao Zhang taking out a white candle from his arms and lighting it. He stood the candle in the corner of the tomb and said, "I heard someone say before that this is the rule for touching the gold captain. We must abide by the rules."
I'm too lazy to care about him, so I just click on it to shine a light.
Pushing open the coffin lid, Lao Zhang and I looked inside at the same time.
Half of the coffin was filled with black mud, and there was a strange, unpleasant rancid smell.
We call this special smell "coffin smell". I took a deep breath and a smile appeared on my face. This is the smell. Sons smell better than girls.
Seeing my intoxicated face, Lao Zhang asked, "What's wrong, brother?"
I said you don't understand.
This kind of smell proves that the tomb has not been opened since it was first laid and buried. Moreover, the "black mud" seen in the coffin is also a good thing. It is all kinds of organic matter such as clothes, silk, and longevity quilts that the deceased wore during his life.
Formed by the decay of silk fabrics.
If there is no such black mud when opening the coffin, there are generally two situations.
The owner of the tomb was too poor to afford it, and it had been stolen.
"Come on, Lao Zhang, hold on to your pockets."
"Oh my god, what is this! Human thigh?"
Seeing me pull something out of the mud, the fellow villagers were shocked.
"What the hell are human thighs? This is a bottle. It is an elephant leg bottle from the Liao and Jin Dynasties, also known as a chicken leg bottle."
"I've never seen it before. How much is this worth?" Lao Zhang opened his pocket quickly.
I didn't reply. I dug around in the black mud and quickly touched the skull.
Holding it in both hands, I asked Lao Zhang to spread a piece of cloth on the ground and carefully put the human skull on it.
When taking people's money to spend, you can't take it out with your hands clasped in two holes. This is a matter of quality.
"What are you looking at?" Lao Zhang asked.
I frowned and said, "She was a woman. She was about 20 years old when she died, no more than 23 years old."
"Can you see this?"
The candle standing in the corner was still burning, and the flames reflected the two eye sockets of the skull looking a little eerie.
"Look at her teeth. These are permanent teeth. The replacement of permanent teeth means that she has passed through puberty. This row is the third molar. The molars are white and the crowns are slightly worn. If she is over thirty years old, no matter whether she brushes her teeth or not,
It’s all going to turn yellow here.”
"Also, look at her skull. Is there a crack here?"
Lao Zhang nodded, "Yes, why is there a crack? Could it be that someone smashed it to death?"
"No, you have it too, we all have it."
"This is called a sagittal suture. It starts around the age of 21 and is basically healed by the age of 35. Here, you can clearly see that it has just begun to heal."
"You are looking at the eye socket. This is the coronal suture. If it is completely long, the person must be at least over 60 years old, so he is very young."
"Brother, can you tell how she died?"
I shook my head and said I didn't know, I couldn't tell.
They opened the coffins in order and found that four women and one man should have been buried here in ancient times.
Judging from the placement, the female coffin should be the slave coffin, and the male coffin should be the main coffin. The male coffin is not flat, which can be seen from the appearance.
The nan wood used for the men's coffin is extremely thick, more than ten centimeters thick.
I found four elephant-leg bottles in the women's coffins, one in each coffin. They must have held the elephant-leg bottles in their right hands before they died.
In addition, some scattered gold and silverware were also found, mainly two plain gold bracelets and six silver drinking glasses.
I was a little disappointed that it was so well preserved and there was no big deal, so I immediately set my sights on the main coffin on the far right.
Most of the skull of the owner of the tomb in the main coffin was buried in the black mud. I just reached out and prepared to clean it.
Suddenly, the candle standing in the corner went out. .??.
The tomb was completely closed and I didn't feel any wind. Why did the candle suddenly go out?
Lao Zhang swallowed and asked me, "Brother, is there something invisible?"
I said, "Yes, right behind you, four women in ancient costumes with pale faces are holding hands and staring at you."
Lao Zhang was clearly sweating on his forehead, and his calves began to tremble.
He is called "a man with heart but no courage". Just now he was so arrogant that he wanted to make a fortune, but now he is afraid.
Lao Zhang slowly turned his head and turned on the flashlight!
"Oh no, there are four women holding hands. Brother, are you trying to scare me?"
"Don't scare yourself by beating yourself up there, come here."
"Take the head out." I told him to work.
Lao Zhang was very nervous. He had just picked up the skull with both hands when he suddenly shouted in pain, "Fuck! Something hit me!"
"What is this?"
I took a look and saw that there was a large piece of "white crystal"-like thing growing on the back of the dead person's skull, that is, on the back of the head.
It was crystal clear under the light of a flashlight. If Lao Zhang hadn't picked it up, I wouldn't have been able to see it.
"Damn! It hurts so much. Look, my hands are bleeding!" He complained that I let him take it.
It was so hard that it actually cut Lao Zhang's finger.
Is it crystal?
No? How come crystals grow on dead people’s skulls?
I used a knife to scrape the back of my head, but it couldn't be scraped. These crystal-like things seemed to be growing out of the cracks in the bones.
I've never seen it, and I'm not a doctor, so I don't understand.
I don’t know if this is a bone spur? If it is a bone spur, it would be so powerful that it could prick someone’s hand hundreds of years later.
Lao Zhang sucked the injured part of his finger hard and cursed a few words.
Turn your attention again to finding the funerary objects.
A major discovery was soon made.
This man keeps all the good things to himself.
The first thing I found was a porcelain jar with brown glaze and tangled branches, with a lotus pattern, and the mouth was sealed with wood.
If you rub it, you can see it on the can Two lines of characters.
"The morning dew on the green mountains is in your mouth, and the fine nectar flows into your heart."
The first thought that comes to my mind is the wine bottle. Ancient people regarded death as life, and would often bring their favorite things into the coffin.
I pulled out the wooden plug and took a look
It's not wine, it contains about ten large silver ingots!
Each piece is as big as an orange. This is a wine can used as a piggy bank! I can vaguely see that they all bear the weight stamp of ancient official silver. How did these silver ingots fit into such a small bottle mouth?
I remained calm and inserted the wooden stopper.
"What's there?" Lao Zhang asked me curiously.
"It's nothing. Either you saw it, or it's just a wine bottle. It may have been filled with wine, but it has evaporated long ago." I said lightly.
Lao Zhang was not suspicious and continued to search back and forth in the mud of the coffin.
I took out my phone and looked at the time. It was around 4 a.m., almost 5 a.m. According to the season here in Kangding, it would be dawn at 5:30, and someone might get up early to do farm work in the fields.
After all, it wasn’t really a big tomb, so we made some gains one after another. We packed two sacks and climbed up to the Robber’s Cave.
"Honey, are you okay?"
Before dawn, Lao Zhang climbed up covered in dirt, turned around and looked around and asked.
There was a big temperature difference between day and night, and Lao Zhang's wife's lips turned purple from the cold. She said, "No! I stayed all night and didn't even see a ghost. Have you finished it?"
"It's over. Look at my bag. It's full of antiques."
I said, "Stop chatting. It will be dawn soon. There is no time to backfill the soil. Cover it with soil, and then use wooden boards to block the hole. No one comes here during the day, right? Whose land is this?"
"Don't worry," Lao Zhang's wife said, "There is no work in the fields at this time, and no one will come to see it."
I nodded and said that's fine.
The wine jar is in my sack. Not to mention his wife, Lao Zhang didn't know there were chunks of ancient official silver in the jar.
Why don't I say anything?
Because I want to be black, it's that simple.
I know that if Lao Zhang saw it first, he would definitely do the same thing.
After dragging over the prepared plank, Lao Zhang reached for the shovel again.
His wife is also helping.
Suddenly! Lao Zhang raised the shovel high and hit his wife on the head with a bang!
The blood spurted out! It splashed all over his face.
Lao Zhang kicked the man into the burglar's cave, turned around and covered him with a wooden board, holding him tight!
He kept breathing heavily and looked back at me.
"Brothers, just pretend you haven't seen anything. If anyone wants to ask, just say, my wife has returned to her parents' home."