I recalled the mirror I picked up from the rubbish dump in Nanping's engine room and asked Brother Yu what he thought.
Brother Yu smiled and said: "Yunfeng, you are too sensitive. Don't scare yourself. It's just an ordinary old mirror. It's fine."
"I hope so," I said.
Death may really be a relief for him.
We buried Researcher Ma in the open space behind the stone building overnight. This man's life was so miserable that even God could not stand it. Just when we finished burying him, it started to rain lightly.
Xiaoxuan was holding a piece of plastic sheet on her head and ran over to help me keep out the rain.
"Hurry into Louyun Peak, or you'll get soaked later."
He ran back with Xiaoxuan, put his head at the door and looked up at the sky in a daze.
There was a loud crack of thunder!
The sound was shocking.
He lowered his head and looked at the iron money in his hand, and murmured in a low voice: "Everyone has a mission since birth, so what is our mission..."
"I know!"
Douyazai said loudly: "Head! Our mission is to rob tombs and open coffins! Make a fortune! Buy a house and a car! From now on, we will reach the pinnacle of life!"
He smiled and shook his head, then Brother Yu came out.
"What did you find Wen Bin?"
"I searched everywhere, including on the third floor. The only thing that was left by that person was this package."
"Open."
Brother Yu immediately opened the package and found several old-fashioned green aluminum kettles and a yellowed diary inside.
This diary can be regarded as the work record manual of the research team that year. It records in detail what they did and researched after arriving in Muya in 1966.
We also learned about the itinerary of their research team from this only surviving work record.
After they arrived in Muya, they first contacted the "Captain of the Yala Brigade of the Yajiang Unity Commune", who personally took two people to escort them into the mountain for research. In July 1966, they discovered the "Batang Zha Jinding Tomb Group"
," and wrote a tomb archaeological registration form. The level of detail in this record amazes me. We have robbed so many tombs, but we have never made any records.
This record is a table that divides from left to right "the tomb number, direction, burial style, length, width, depth, placement of cultural relics, remarks, etc."
This is the difference between archeology and tomb robbing. In the eyes of people like us, let alone a broken Jin Dynasty tomb, even if you rob an emperor's tomb, you won't be able to do this kind of thing. It's too laborious.
This work record has been carefully preserved for 39 years.
I can't do this. For the first time, I have admiration for people of their status. I admire them from the bottom of my heart.
If I were asked to join the archaeological team and given a toothbrush to slowly brush a bowl of soil in three days, it would be a huge mental torture for me.
I finished reading and turned the pages again.
Suddenly, an inch-long black and white old photo fell out from the diary folder.
I leaned over to take a look, and I was shocked to find that the background of the photo was the big millstone we passed before. In the photo, seven or eight people were wearing long clothes and long trousers. One of them, a young man, was sitting on the big millstone, and his face was only taken in profile.
He frowned: "Yunfeng, do you think this man looks like our guide Lao Fu?"
"Only the side face and the head look a bit like... but they don't seem to be alike. The person in the photo is too young, so I can't be sure. It's probably not him." I frowned.
"The rain in the mountains is like this. It rains just as soon as you say it will. What are you two studying?" At this time, Lao Fu came over while talking.
"nothing."
He quickly put away the photo and said with a smile: "Brother Fu, when do you think this rain will stop?"
"Haha, as the old saying goes, you're not afraid of a heavy rain, but you're afraid of a light rain that won't stop you from breathing." Lao Fu shook his head: "I think it's been quite rough today, so we can only stay here in Shilou to hide from the rain."
After eating dry food in the morning, the Sherpa men were bored, so they sat around on the ground on the first floor and played a gambling game similar to "sieve". Brother Biao also played with them, and a group of old men couldn't understand what they were saying.
in the Sherpa dialect, sometimes laughing and sometimes shouting.
"Since we have nothing to do, why don't we come and play together, brother?" Brother Biao asked me to join.
