"Picked it up? You're kidding! Go pick one up and let me see it!" Lao Xiong put his hands in the sleeves of his coat and glared: "I spent 2,800 to buy that thing from a descendant of Guozhuang! I needed it urgently at that time.
I only earned you two hundred dollars!"
I heard a word, "Guozhuang descendants".
It sounds familiar, but I can't remember it for the moment.
Wenwen's father handed Lao Xiong a cigarette and asked which Guozhuang it was.
Old Xiong smoked as soon as he took the cigarette. All ten of his fingers were wrapped with white tape, probably chapped in the winter.
Old Xiong took a deep breath and blew out the smoke: "The stuff was sold to me by the descendants of the Bao Family Guozhuang in Luosburg. They have a lot of good stuff, but we don't have the damn money to take it."
"By the way, Lao Wang, the can of human heads I sold you had writing on it, do you know it?"
Wenwen's father was immediately surprised and said: "The word "you"? What word? It's impossible, I didn't see the word "you".
The old bear grinned and said with a smile: "So you don't know yet. There are words behind the skull in the jar of human heads. You can find a bucket at night, soak it in water, and you can see it by shining it with a flashlight."
"Okay, that's all I know. My mother-in-law is waiting for me to come home for dinner. We'll talk some other time."
Lao Xiong closed the stall and left, and we went back. Wenwen's dad walked very quickly. It seemed that he was eager to try the method Lao Xiong said. We walked side by side. I casually asked him about Guozhuang.
As soon as Wenwen’s dad explained it, I suddenly understood.
Outsiders may not understand it, but I believe friends in Kangding must know something about it, right?
During the Ming and Qing Dynasties, Kangding was also called Dajianlu, and it was a must-pass on the Tea-Horse Ancient Road! At that time, a large number of tea merchants and horse merchants passed through this place every year. Over time, some local people opened inns, but the locals did not
Call it an inn or a Guozhuang.
With the development of time, these Guozhuangs have accumulated a lot of wealth, and their number has also grown from the earliest 4 to 48. This is the famous "Kangding 48 Guozhuang".
By the middle of the Qing Dynasty, these Guozhuangs no longer simply opened inns. They had their own horse teams and collected large quantities of goods for resale. Many merchants traveling on the Tea Horse Road simply sold the goods to a certain Guozhuang when they came here and took the goods themselves.
Went home with money.
Therefore, these 48 Guozhuangs can be regarded as the Kangding version of the Qiao Family Courtyard, where every family is rich.
But despite having money, they were still squeezed by the local chieftain king.
The chieftain king was the Tusi emperor recognized by the Qing government. There was a local rumor that was true or false, saying that the chieftain king was particularly fond of young virgins. Among the 48 pot houses, the number of girls harmed by the chieftain king was more than 800! I think this number
It's an exaggeration, but it's definitely a lot.
Finally, during the Republic of China, with the collapse of the Qing Dynasty, the chieftain system and the 48 Guozhuangs disappeared in the long river of history.
Lao Xiong said that he bought the human head jar from a descendant of a certain pot shop. I think it is very likely. Maybe the human head jar was a collection of a certain pot owner in those days, and was sold by his descendants, and finally ended up living in the
In the hands of Wenwen’s father.
After one hour.
"Okay, I know, I won't go back tonight and will stay outside."
"Don't worry, our goods are safe. Now I'm just waiting for Liu Yuanning to get back to me."
"I called Xiaoxiang, come in and eat, everything is ready!"
"Auntie, you are too polite. How can I be embarrassed?"
Wenwen's mother smiled and said: "Men from the Northeast, what are you embarrassed about? Eat it quickly and don't be polite."
Now that everyone’s words are over, I can’t embarrass the Northeastern men by grabbing the pig’s trotters and gnawing them.
The rotten paste stewed with mushrooms and pig's trotters will fill your mouth with flavor.
Wenwen's mother was smiling all over her face. As for Wenwen, she was holding a small bowl of rice as big as her palm, biting her chopsticks and watching me eat it.
I was enjoying my meal when suddenly I heard Wenwen's father shouting: "Xiaoxiang Xiaoxiang! Don't eat it! Come and take a look! There are real words!"
"No, I'll go after eating!" Wen
Wen's mother was dissatisfied and cursed loudly: "My dear son, I may throw away all your rags one day!"
"Auntie, don't be angry. It's too hot. I'll eat it later."
He ran over and saw Wenwen's father squatting on the floor of the bathroom, with the human head jar soaked in the bucket. He shined a flashlight and saw that there were words on the lid of the human head jar!
It's really strange. After thinking about it, I think it may have been written with some kind of special ancient pigment. In the past, similar methods were used to send secret messages during wars.
"Xiao Xiang, my eyesight is not very good. Look at what is written here."
I tried to read: "If you want to change the silver, it is an old custom in Xia. The time limit is three days. Anyone who violates it will be killed without mercy. God has given the etiquette and extended the order for four years."
