Han Yunzhou rinsed the small jade bottle with water, then raised it above his head, using the ray of sunlight that filtered through the gap in the dense forest. The milky white jade seemed to be slightly transparent, with a very weak halo.
Almost everyone present is an expert in this field. They have been dealing with antiquities all year round. Even I can tell you something. Although this jade bottle has been buried in the forest for an unknown period of time, the characteristics of the jade bottle itself can be seen.
The jade quality is very good and the shape of the vessel is complete. However, the bottle stopper cannot be found, which is a small flaw.
Seeing the jade bottle, several people in the team couldn't help but look towards Huaiqinglin, probably all admiring this man.
In such a claustrophobic and deep primitive forest, the appearance of a small jade bottle cannot but be said to be a relatively important clue. However, it can only be seen that someone did set foot here a long time ago and lost the jade bottle.
.As for the specific age of the jade bottle, it is difficult to accurately judge.
When appreciating jades, they can be roughly divided into three categories: Zhou jade, Han jade, and Song jade. Needless to say, Zhou jade and Han jade have distinct characteristics. However, Song jade has always been difficult to date because it dates back to the Tang Dynasty.
From the Song Dynasty to the Yuan Dynasty, and even to the early Ming Dynasty, the major characteristics of jade articles basically did not change much. Unless you are an old expert who has studied Song jade deeply, you cannot judge from a small jade bottle.
Its specific age.
The surface of the jade bottle is round and smooth, with no unnecessary decorations. It is about the same size as a snuff bottle. This kind of thing was a plaything used by some wealthy people in the past. It has no practical use because the bottle is too small and can be easily swallowed by spittle.
It's full.
It’s hard to value something like jade, especially carved ancient jade. If you find the right buyer, one item can last you a lifetime, so even though you still don’t know the age of this jade vase, it’s worth whatever it is.
Qian, Han Yunzhou was very happy, but Ma Dad was a little jealous and went to dig with a shovel, but the hole had already bottomed out.
After this little episode, it can at least be proven that the records in the sheepskin book are not groundless. Someone must have been to the Kaiyang forest area a few years ago, and the place where the jade bottle was dug happened to be marked on the Lu Xiuhuang map.
On the route, this shows that the jade bottle was probably lost by Lu Xiuhuang or the later Xixia people.
These situations cannot be explained to Ma Dad and Han Yunzhou Liangzi, so everyone rested for a while and continued on their way. Ma Dad told me that the jade bottle could be sold for at least tens of thousands of yuan, and he kept complaining about why he was so lazy and why he didn't grab it with Han Yunzhou.
As I was digging, I felt that Madi was just pretending to cry about poverty to us every day. How could a person like this, who could see any money in his eyes, be poor? What’s more, he had been working as a lock for so many years, and there were so many tricks in the stall.
Everyone knows.
After setting off again, Han Yunzhou and Lao Gong continued to lead the way at the same speed. Mustache was not in a hurry. Going too fast would drag everyone down. According to the scale of the map, we will be able to reach the river bank by this time the day after tomorrow. There will be at least two
There is no need to walk through dense forests for a ten-kilometer journey. We walked peacefully for a whole day and found a relatively suitable place to camp. The situation on the second day was similar to the first day, but we just kept walking and our bodies were tired.
A little tired.
After that incident in Bantuo, Xiaozhu probably felt that there was an irremovable estrangement in my heart. Although I didn’t say it, I would definitely be dissatisfied with him. So he rarely talked to me along the way, and we were camping that day.
At that time, he asked me to go to a farther place to talk. The two of us went out far away, and Mustache smoked a cigarette. The night in the dense forest was so dark that it was a bit heart-stopping, and there was almost no light.
Even if he opened his mouth, I wouldn't speak, and would just smoke in silence, occasionally looking at the other person's hazy expression.
"After we finish this matter, find another place to place Ma Dad, and don't let him follow us anymore."
"Why?"
"You know, I don't like to bring too many people with me when doing things. It's not because I'm too big, but because I'm afraid that too many people will leak the secret. If it weren't for a special situation this time, I wouldn't let so many people participate. Ma Dad will follow us to help
If he is not busy at all, and he is not strict with his mouth, there is no guarantee that he will not go out and talk nonsense. I have two or three positions, let Zhou Tuozi come over, and it doesn't matter whether he does something or not. "
Mustache’s words only gave me the feeling that he was going to take Ma Dad away. As for the purpose of taking Ma Dad away, I can’t guess yet. It can be said that Ma Dad was just a small character hanging around at the stall in the past, but
His experience and experience are incomparable to mine. Although he is of little help to Mustache or even to me, as soon as he leaves, I will have to deal with the scheming Mustache alone. This is a psychological problem, no matter where I am.
In any difficult situation, having someone around you will make you feel more at ease.
I admit that I am not a particularly strong-willed person, but I also have limits. I can't do anything like refusing to save Cao Shi or driving Madi away.
"Ma Daddy has a sense of propriety and won't say anything that shouldn't be said."
"You know he doesn't talk nonsense?"
"I know."
There was no room for negotiation in my tone, because this matter was not negotiable to me. From the moment I left Jiangbei, I lost the old man's protection. Ma Dad is the only person I can trust. The mustache is very shrewd.
, but I'm not stupid either.
Mustache didn't force himself anymore, but this depressing atmosphere coupled with the surrounding environment made me very uncomfortable. I felt more and more that Mustache's previous attitude towards me was all disguised, and it seemed that he was about to reveal his true colors.
Driving away Mada is only the first step.
"Is it dark here?" Mustache asked suddenly. I don't know why he said such a sentence out of nowhere. Before he could think of how to answer, he continued: "It's late at night, go back."
I didn't sleep well all night, and I was very confused. I only slept for a while when it was almost dawn. The morning in the mountain forest was very cool, the shrubs and grass were covered with dew, and the air was indescribably fresh. It was very refreshing for the lungs.
It is definitely a rare enjoyment.
We walked for another morning, and by lunch time we were very close to the edge of this dense forest. We could walk out in two hours at most. Maybe the trip was too smooth, but it was a bit surprising. The monk said to Liang Zi: "You
The kid always talks about how things are in the woods, and how he seems to be dying at every turn. I don’t think that’s an exaggeration. I’ve been walking for so long and haven’t seen a single person.”
"It's best if nothing happens. If something happens in the forest, no matter how many people there are, you won't be able to greet them. This kind of forest area is actually far worse. It can only be considered a child's play. If you don't believe it, ask Han Yunzhou. People from the Yu Gang in Vietnam and Myanmar can easily
They don't dare to go into the woods. Once we go deep, dozens of people can stay in there without making a sound."
There were no accidents on the road, which made our tense hearts relax a little. The monk and old Gong Liangzi chatted in low voices from time to time. Xiao Hu and Huaiqing Lin walked aside, and Jiang Chen, whose origin was unknown, always kept silent.
Silence, my eyesight is not good enough to see the depth of this person.
In such an environment, it is impossible to accurately walk a straight line that completely matches the route. We have to take a detour, so the distance is virtually extended a lot. After we set off, we walked for two hours, and then we stopped at a small path in the forest.
I took a break here for a while. Everyone brought too many things, which was very tiring.
When we got here, the wind outside the forest blew in in waves. The continuous crown of trees above our heads was like a sea of green, rising and falling slightly with the mountain peaks.
At this time, Ma Dad suddenly patted me, pointed at 45 degrees, and said to me: "Master Tian, what is that?"
I looked up, and several people in the team may have noticed some abnormalities above us at the same time. I looked up, but saw nothing except trees. Ma Dad said that I was looking in the wrong direction, and pointed to me again.
Pointing, I really saw it this time.
At the edge of this forest gap, two one-meter-long dead tree trunks hang side by side from a tree more than ten meters high, swaying gently with the breeze in the forest. Without the shade of the tree, the two dead trunks
The trunk of the tree is very obvious, like a giant more than ten meters tall, holding two mallets in his hand.
Logically speaking, two dead tree trunks will not reach such a high tree on their own, and the wild animals in the mountains are not so capable. Unless it is man-made, we know that the current route is that Lu Xiuhuang and the Xixia people hundreds of years ago.
If you just walk by, you may occasionally leave some traces that cannot be erased by time, but hanging a dead tree trunk to such a high tree is a relatively abnormal behavior, and it attracts everyone's attention invisibly.
This may be a signpost left by people who have walked here in the past, or it may be a signal, but we cannot understand what the signal actually means.
Everyone was watching, and Huaiqinglin and Huaiqinglin were standing at the back of the crowd. Huaiqinglin's face glowed a sickly white under the refraction of a little sunlight. He squinted and glanced a few times, mouthing
Just say one word.
"people."
"What?" The eyes of the monk and others suddenly widened: "Is that a person hanging above?"
"people?"
I also felt very strange. I grabbed the telescope from Lao Gong’s hand. The scenery in the lens immediately became larger and clearer. The hanging trunks of the trees were still moving with the wind. When I looked carefully, it seemed that what I told Huaiqinglin was true.
They were two human-shaped things, but they didn't exactly look like humans. Everyone took turns looking at them, but they couldn't tell whether they were humans or tree trunks.
If there are only two dead branches hanging on the tree, it doesn't matter. If it is really a person, then you must find out, at least check how the person died, especially this very weird way of death. You really want to save trouble and be confused.
If we muddle through in a daze, we might be the next ones to be hoisted up.
Everyone dispersed and surrounded the big tree until they were very close to it. Then I looked up at the things hanging on the tree. I felt my scalp was a little tight because the two dead trunks were vaguely...
Showing slender limbs. The tree is so tall that you can’t even see clearly from the ground, let alone get things down.