The sacrificial pit is rectangular in shape, and there are scattered human bones in the pit. Just looking at the surface, you can see that these white bones are severely calcified, and some of them are still in the same posture as before death. It seems that they have not been disturbed for thousands of years.
Sister Hong looked at the bones in the sacrificial pit and sighed. Just imagine, two thousand years ago, these were still alive.
Generally speaking, there could not be burial objects in the Shang and Zhou sacrificial pits, because they were slaves after all and were not entitled to enjoy the burial objects.
But this time it was different. Chen Jiansheng's sharp eyes found that there was a chicken head clay pot lying across the pit. Half of the pot's body was still buried in the soil.
The value of the pottery was low and not worth much, so Sister Hong said let's go and find a way out and don't stay here.
Chen Jiansheng shook his head and said: "Don't be busy yet. Chen Login, you haven't looked carefully. Look at the clay pot again." He pointed to the bottom of the pit.
I also watched it again, this time we watched it carefully.
"What is that? Isn't it a chicken-head clay pot?" I vaguely saw a clay figure on the surface of the clay pot. Only a small part of the clay figure was exposed on the ground.
"Are you stupid? Have you never seen it before?" Chen Jiansheng said carelessly: "Yes, pottery is not valuable, but it also depends on the grade. The grade in the pit is not low. This is the pottery soul warehouse, a first-class object!"
The soul warehouse was only popular in two dynasties, the Shang and Zhou dynasties and the Eastern Han Dynasty. The soul warehouse in the Han Dynasty was placed under the coffin board of the dead. The warehouse contained the seeds of grains and grains, which meant that the dead could survive on their own and survive until the afterlife.
Food. This is often seen in antique markets. Some ignorant people buy it back at high prices and display it in their bedrooms to admire every day. This is not good and unlucky.
The soul warehouses in the Western Zhou Dynasty are different. Because they are too old, the pottery products are fragile and difficult to preserve. There are very few soul warehouses in the Western Zhou Dynasty. Things are rare and expensive, so they can indeed be sold for a high price.
I later came into contact with some Feng Shui masters in Hong Kong. They preferred the Western Zhou Dynasty Soul Cage. Whenever they heard about this thing coming out somewhere, they would spend a lot of money to buy it. I heard from hearsay that it is said that this thing can trap the three souls of people who died unexpectedly.
As for the seven souls, as long as you perform rituals and survive the first seven, then the body with a complete body will be able to resurrect on the night of the first seven.
Speaking of which, the height of the sacrificial pit was not high, probably less than two meters above the ground. Chen Jiansheng got excited and jumped down directly. He said he wanted to dig out the soul warehouse and see if it was intact.
Find a way to take it away.
I told him how long it had been, but he didn't listen even if I tried to persuade him.
This is the nature of tomb robbers. Thieves don't steal away. When they see a rare thing, they can't walk away. They will try every means to find a way to get it out. If they just leave like this, they will feel that they have missed a hundred million.
The business of tomb robbers is not something that can be done with a banner and five hundred dollars in cash.
Chen Jiansheng jumped into the sacrificial pit. He looked at the bones and said, "Everyone, borrow something, don't blame me." After saying that, he lowered his head and touched the buried soul jar.
"Huh? Is it so heavy?" He mentioned it with a surprised expression.
The soul warehouse jars of the Western Zhou Dynasty were definitely not filled with grains and grains. As for what was inside, almost no one knew.
"Damn, it's really heavy. Isn't it stuffed with gold bricks?" He tried hard with both hands to lift the soul warehouse out, his expression was labored.
"Hurry and pick me up, I can't get up."
I hurriedly climbed to the edge of the pit, grabbed his hand, and pulled him up.
The lid of the soul warehouse is sealed. It seems to be original and has not been opened.
Chen Jiansheng patted the dirt on his knees and said, "How about it? Why don't you open it now? This is an original product, there are too few of it, and many people in the industry have never seen it."
Sister Hong curled her lips and said: "What high-level things can come out of the sacrifice pit? Maybe it is filled with human feces from two thousand years ago, dried into balls and turned into fossils."
The thing that he had worked hard to touch up was turned into a piece of shit by Sister Hong, and Chen Jiansheng looked a little embarrassed.
"Chen Login is really good at joking. Let's discuss something with Chen Login. Lend me your little dagger and I'll pry it open to see what's inside."
Watching Chen Jiansheng speak, I shook my head. I always felt that Chen Jiansheng's attitude towards Sister Hong was much better than when we first met. Sister Hong kept criticizing him along the way, calling her a Southern rat, but even so, Chen Jiansheng was the most
Just a few words of complaint.
Everyone has a hexagram mind, so I wondered if this old boy had some evil thoughts about Sister Hong.
I thought about it for a while and thought to myself: "It's amazing. Is this Chen Geogong going to take over the Alpine prairie?" People in the industry say that a mole is open-minded by nature. I guess this old boy is not ready yet.
clear.
Taking the small dagger, Chen Jiansheng squatted down. After he straightened the soul warehouse, he started to pry it with the knife.
Along the edge of the mouth of Taohuncang, there is a layer of light yellow stuff, like a layer of wax used for waterproofing. It has been used for more than two thousand years. This wax layer has become as dry as a stone. If you poke it with a dagger, only a white layer will be left.
Point, very hard.
Thanks to the sharpness of the dagger, after more than ten minutes of tinkering with sweat on his forehead, he finally pried open a small gap.
Instantly, the aroma of wine hit my nostrils.
Chen Jiansheng's eyes widened, "I... the soul warehouse is actually filled with wine? Two thousand years of wine!"
He took a step back and immediately shook his head in denial: "No, no, there was no high-quality distilled liquor at that time. The taste of this liquor..."
Sister Hong also became curious. He looked at the soul warehouse on the ground and said: "A well-preserved celadon plum vase was unearthed from the Dabaotai Han Tomb. The bottle was filled with wine at that time. Although this is rare,
But it has existed before, but no one has seen it.”
Upon hearing this, Chen Jiansheng didn't know whether he was trying to show off or something, but he suddenly said: "Today, I, Liu Jiansheng, am in luck. Once the lid is opened, it will evaporate later. No, this opportunity is rare.
I have to take a sip of this wine and see what it tastes like."
"No way, Chen Tugong, do you want to drink?" I didn't expect this man to be so bold.
He touched his chin and smiled: "I'm an alcoholic. I haven't tasted a drop in half a year. The thought of a thousand-year-old wine makes me thirsty. Let me ask you, kid, do you know what the highest state of drinking is?"
I shook my head and said I didn’t know. I said I don’t drink.
He glanced at Sister Hong and said coaxingly: "The highest level of drinking is to develop liver cancer. At this point, your practice is considered complete."
I almost couldn't hold it back. I thought to myself, it's not that bad. I have perfected my practice and went directly to the crematorium to get a new home.
Sister Hong cursed silently: "Two hundred and five."
"Hey, look, I drank it," he pried open the entire oil seal in the soul warehouse, reached in and scooped some out.
He was pouting, his brows were furrowed, and his expression didn't look good.
"What's wrong, Chen Tugong, how do you feel?" He didn't say anything, and I thought he was poisoned.
Chen Jiansheng swallowed his throat and frowned: "What kind of wine is this? It smells like wine, but why does it taste so weird? It's as sweet as sugar water."
Only three minutes after he spoke, I suddenly saw that his face started to turn red, and it became redder and redder, almost as if he had red paint on his face.
