Dou Sprout swallowed, touched me with his hand and asked, "Fengzi, have you seen it?"
I nodded, "Damn, the crow sees the coffin." It's as unlucky as it is unlucky.
Is it a coincidence?
In the past, people in the industry believed that there was an animal in the sky and on earth that would be harmful to future generations if it came into contact with the coffin. One was the black crow landing on the coffin lid, and the other was the mouse building a nest inside the coffin.
This would disturb the peace of the soul of the deceased, so in the past there was a special person in the funeral procession staring at the sky, holding a stick in hand and preparing to drive away the birds.
"Wow! Wow! Wow!"
The crows in the sky are still cawing.
"Why don't you bury it with the soil? My...my heart is beating so fast," the eldest lady said with fear in her eyes.
"Haha, what? Beauty, are you scared now?"
Douyazai teased and said with a smile: "I'm afraid you can hide in my arms, brother. Besides, the coffin has been dug out. It's impossible to bury it without taking a look. Although the probability is not high, there is a national treasure in it.
What should we do? Right Fengzi?"
I'm right, you have to take a look no matter what. People die for money and birds die for food. If you don't even have the courage, how can you mess around in the future?
The eldest lady clutched her clothes tightly and said nothing. It could be seen that she was nervous and scared, and she had lost the excitement before coming.
Adjusting the intensity of the headlight to the maximum, Dou Sprout and I went down into the robber's cave, inserted the crowbar, and opened the coffin.
The hardwood coffin, which is at least two hundred years old, was partially rotten, and some of the iron coffin nails were severely rusted. We opened it after a few attempts.
First I smell a sour smell.
It's like the sour smell of spoiled oranges in summer...
Immediately afterwards, what came into view were the tattered clothes, which were in a good state of preservation, and the colors and patterns on the tattered clothes were vaguely visible.
I was stunned. This man seemed to be wearing a blue official uniform from the Ming and Qing Dynasties, with some kind of white embroidered pattern on the chest.
Is he an official?
We rarely encounter tombs from the Ming and Qing dynasties. This was the first time I saw such ancient corpses wearing official uniforms, and I felt a little excited for no reason.
In this case, there is a high probability that there will be a private official seal.
In ancient times, there were two kinds of official seals. One was issued by the court and was handed over to the next person after leaving office. There was also a private official seal, which was taken into the coffin after death to prove what kind of official one had been during his lifetime. This was the default at the time.
of.
Therefore, most of the official seals that are often seen on the market are actually private official seals. The price is not cheap, the words are clear, and the good quality starts at five figures.
I know that after such a person dies, his or her official seal is usually hung with a hemp rope around the waist and sewn on the right side of the waist of the clothes.
Dou Sprout opened two layers of tattered clothes and immediately saw the bones of the tomb owner. He stabbed the skull to one side with a crowbar and separated the body and head.
I quickly touched a copper seal. When I took it out, I saw that it was not big and was covered with mud. I dug into the opening of the seal with my fingernails and looked at it with a headlight. There were seal characters on it, but I didn't recognize it.
At this moment, the eldest lady suddenly shouted in panic: "No! Come up quickly! Someone is coming!"
Dou Sprout Zai and I were so frightened that we didn't care about anything and hurriedly climbed up.
It's too late to come up.
A man shone a flashlight on us.
He asked: "What are you doing, digging graves?"
"Brother, stop taking the photo, it will dazzle your eyes!"
I pretended to be calm, patted the dirt on my body, and said with a smile: "We are from the archaeological team of the Ganzi Museum. We have been ordered by our superiors to conduct temporary rescue excavations of this ancient tomb. This is my archaeological evidence. Look.
one time."
I showed him the certificate. It was a fake certificate. It had my photo on it and said "archaeological certificate". It had never been used. This was the last time I applied for it in Yongzhou. At that time, Tian Sanjiu also applied for one. His pseudonym was "Tian".
"Tian", but the person who issued the fake certificate wrote "Tian Tian".
After reading the certificate, the man gave me the certificate. He said in Mandarin with an accent: "This is my ancestral grave. Even if you have the certificate, you can't come and dig it in the middle of the night. Does the family agree?"
My forehead was sweating, and I smiled and said I agreed. Of course people agreed.
He shined his flashlight on me and asked in a cold voice: "Then tell me, what are the surnames of the descendants of this family?"
this...
I'm speechless. It seems I can't survive.
At this time, Dou Sprout's eyes became fierce. He grabbed the shovel and said coldly: "You are on your way!"
"Don't do anything yet!"
I pressed the bean sprouts and said with a cold face: "Brother, since you saw it, can you resolve it peacefully? This would be good for everyone."
