I caught up with Wang Pingbin and asked, "What is this on the back of your neck?"
"What do you think I am here? It's a skin disease, psoriasis, I guess. I haven't seen a doctor anyway. Let's go quickly. It's really cold today."
Seeing his pace quicken, I frowned and thought, "It turns out to be psoriasis. At first glance, I thought it was cadaverous plaques."
The cave is a natural cave, and its location is very hidden. The entrance is covered with a large number of branches. If you are not carrying someone, you will never find it there.
After getting down, the space suddenly opened up. Brother Yu, who is 1.85 meters tall, can stand up straight.
There are some random things hanging around the cave wall, mostly fox and rabbit skins.
I asked: "There are so many fox furs on the wall, why don't you think of making some clothes? You're still wearing a garbage bag."
"You're talking about this. I just made this before winter. It's not dry yet. I can't use it until it's dry. I'll just do it now."
Lao Wang made a stove with mud himself, and threw a few dry firewood in. The cave became much warmer.
"Brother Wang, you have lived alone in this place for more than ten years. I didn't expect that you can speak Mandarin so well and so fluently."
He smiled bitterly and said: "I usually talk to the wall by myself. If I forget how to say something, then I really can't live anymore."
I nodded and looked around again.
Everything is simple.
The bed was made of hay, the walls of the cave were smoked black, and the pot for boiling water looked like it had been picked up from somewhere.
It seems that he has really lived here incognito for more than ten years.
Sitting on the hay, I glanced at my head and then asked: "Brother Wang, you said you know a place full of ancient weapons. Where are the real and fake ones?"
"I'm not going to lie to you, of course it's true!"
"I discovered that place by accident, and I also picked up two iron swords! They're under the hay. If you don't believe me, touch them!"
"oh?"
I stood up and opened the haystack, and immediately saw two iron swords with restrained cold light.
"So new...?."
If I hadn't picked it up and looked at it, I would have thought it was made last week!
But after taking a closer look, I found out that it was not, this was an old thing, it was a serious Xixia iron sword.
The grip is not cylindrical, but hexagonal. A circle of concentric circles is carved on one end of the hilt. The spine of the sword is slightly raised, forming a certain slope with the sword body.
As for the blade, I touched it lightly with my hand and it was still very sharp.
Do you know the sword of King Gou Jian of Yue?
Although the grade of this sword is not as high as that one, in terms of preservation condition and sharpness, it is probably not inferior to the King of Yue Sword. It is the only one I have seen in my life.
This is not a pure iron sword.
Maybe ancient craftsmen added some kind of special alloy, and it definitely wasn't dug out of the soil. Only puddles could produce something of this quality.
If you take this sword and sell it to someone knowledgeable, the price starts at 300,000 yuan.
I was excited in my heart, but it didn't show on my face.
"Brother Wang, where did you find these two swords? They are well preserved. So, I will give you four packs of instant noodles in exchange for these two swords. Do you want to exchange them?"
"instant noodles?"
As soon as he heard these three words, he swallowed hard and nodded immediately: "Okay! Changed!"
I was afraid that he would regret it, so I quickly asked Xiaoxuan to bring me instant noodles, which I usually like to eat.
Lao Wang's eyes shone, his face looked like he had found a treasure, and he held four bags of instant noodles tightly in his arms.
"Do you have anything else? Like arrows... armor, crossbow, etc.?"
"Yes, I also have an iron helmet!"
He ran to the corner and took out a cast iron helmet from a broken plastic bucket.
It's the type of helmet worn by ancient warriors that is commonly seen on TV. The helmet just enough protects the head and weighs down the hands.
This helmet has incised patterns all over its body and is of a high level. It may have been worn by a former general.
"This thing isn't good. It's not as good as a sword. I'll give you a bag of instant noodles in exchange for this helmet." I said.
