"This isn't grave soil? Why are you digging the grave to find me?"
"You're taking a closer look at, for example...the color."
"Um?"
He illuminated the plastic bag with a flashlight, glanced at it, and then frowned.
"This rammed earth...where did you get it?"
I asked if you saw something, could you tell me something?
He threw the plastic bag to me, nodded and said: "Yes, I can see it. It will take thirty years to start and the goal will be endless."
The corner of my mouth twitched, "Whatever you said is just for food."
The old man shook his head and said, "You will know later that the rice is indeed delicious."
"I know Wang Xiansheng, he is a big shot. If you want to know what grave you are planning to dig, come with me. It's not convenient to talk here."
I walked quickly and followed him into Ginkgo Nursing Home.
Wu Xilin lives in a nursing home with her wife. I heard from her that her husband is from Luoping County, Guangxi. She used to live in Shiwanda Mountain and was a tea-picking girl. Now she is getting older and plans to stay in Xianyang for retirement.
The couple lived in room 206 on the second floor. As soon as I entered the room, I smelled a strange smell, just like the smell of diapers that have not been dried after drying.
The room was not big. When I turned on the light, I saw an old lady lying on the bed in the room. The old lady was curled up on the bed. She was covered with several thick quilts. She had no flesh on her face and her eyes were sunken. She was probably not in good health.
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I don't know why, but as soon as I came in, the old lady lying on the bed kept staring at me, which made me very uncomfortable.
Mr. Wu covered the old lady with a quilt and said he would go to the back room to talk.
After entering the house and closing the door, the old man pointed to the chair and said, "Sit down."
"Young man, you have little experience. It is normal not to know what that thing is. Even I only know it and have never seen the real thing with my own eyes."
It was already late at night. The old man yawned, touched the white cat in his arms and said, "The things in the tomb are called desolate curtains, and almost none of them have been completely preserved."
"Desolate curtain?"
"What it is?"
I said I didn’t know, I had never heard of it.
Mr. Wu explained: "It is a burial method that has appeared since the pre-Qin period. It was popular for a short period of time during the Warring States period, and then disappeared. Are you sure it is a Tang tomb?"
I thought about it carefully, shook my head and said, "I'm not sure yet, but there are more than a dozen accompanying tombs from the Tang Dynasty nearby."
"Then we can't conclude that it's a Tang Dynasty tomb. Be careful, young man. It's best not to touch this kind of thing."
I chatted with him on and off for a while, and then I figured out what Huang Wei was.
The origin of the word "barren curtain" is unknown. It refers to a kind of coffin cover, a huge silk coffin cover.
Just like you have a seat cover when you sit on a chair, you have a car cover when you drive, and you have a mobile phone case when you use a mobile phone.
"Desolate curtain" is the coffin cover in ancient times.
This coffin cover is very large, with many layers inside and outside. Sometimes the large curtain not only covers the coffin, but also covers the entire main tomb chamber, blocking the tomb chamber inside.
It is hard to imagine now how spectacular this kind of desolate curtain was. It had not oxidized thousands of years ago, and how bright and new it must have been at that time, how luxurious it must have been.
This also solved my doubts.
Why did Luoyang shovel that night and the silk fabrics that should have been in the coffin ran outside and merged into the rammed soil layer? It was the silk dye that turned the soil red.
This is because thousands of years ago, it was originally outside,
I have never seen such a thing as a desolate curtain, and now I am even more curious about the large tomb under the sulfuric acid plant.
Now that I have figured out what red clay is, there is no need for me to stay.
I was anxious because I had to compete with another group of tomb robbers for time.
I stood up and said, "Thank you very much, Mr. Wu, for clarifying your doubts. I won't disturb your rest."
"You must keep this matter I tell you secret."
"Don't worry, I understand the rules."
He waved his hand, indicating that I could go.
I came out and closed the door. I just walked to the bed.
Suddenly, the old lady lying on the bed grabbed my arm!
"Auntie...what's wrong with you?"
The old lady's eyes were sunken. She held my hand, which was as thin as a chicken claw, and struggled to speak.
