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.
When you look around, you can see two lines of writing on the jar.
"The morning dew on the green mountains is in your mouth, and the nectar and jade liquid 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 the 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 rummage around in the mud of the coffin.
I took out my phone and looked at the time. It was around 4 in the morning, almost 5 o'clock. 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 on guard 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 comes 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 person into the burglar's cave, turned around and covered him with a wooden board, holding him tightly!
He kept breathing heavily and looked back at me.
"Brother...brother, just pretend you haven't seen anything. If anyone wants to ask, just say, my wife has returned to her parents' home."
