Xiaoxuan frowned slightly, looked at the person up and down and said, "Why are you wearing such short pants so early in the morning? To make your legs look longer?"
Xiaoxuan came in for no reason and just scolded her.
Calling her Qin is a bit awkward, but behind my back, I still like to call her Sister Pickle.
Pickle girl was afraid of Xiaoxuan and didn't dare to talk back, so she timidly said: "Sister, you... why are you swearing and swearing? I'm just here to deliver food, did I do something wrong...
"
Xiaoxuan threw away the pot rag and said with a smile: "I scolded you just because I scolded you. Do I need to give you a reason? I scolded you when I saw you didn't like it. What do you want?"
"I...I...I don't want to do anything..."
"Oh, okay, what are you doing up so early? Xiaoxuan, have you eaten explosives? Stop talking about it."
"You go back first and take the bowl back."
Pickle girl picked up the bowl, lowered her head and walked to the door, and suddenly said: "Oh dad, we decided to go to the old place last night, you must accompany me."
After she finished speaking, she left quickly.
I'm a little confused.
What does "Old place" mean? I fell asleep last night and didn't see her at all, okay?
Xiaoxuan squinted her eyes and said with a strange tone: "Xiang Yunfeng, you are really good at playing? We just met you for a day, and you are already here at night?"
Afraid that the picture would become darker as I painted it, I said with a sullen face, "No," she must have said that on purpose.
Boss usually wears black casual clothes for the elderly, but today he specially changed into a suit and black leather shoes.
He bought this outfit on the second floor of Yinchuan New Department Store on Wednesday when he was in Yinchuan. He also bought the leather shoes, which he never wore often.
"Yunfeng, have you finished drawing? I'll go find the older sister to find out the situation and be back at noon."
"I'm painting the head, you go ahead."
He adjusted the collar of his suit and went out in high spirits.
I drew the map in the morning, and I frowned and looked at it for a long time. I felt that the scope was still too large. If I dig every inch of the land, it would be very time-consuming and energy-consuming.
There are several taboos when it comes to tomb robbing: "Avoid making pits when it rains, avoid being crowded with people, and avoid working in one area for a long time," otherwise you will be easily caught.
Just as I was thinking about it, I got a call.
"Hey, head."
"Yunfeng, come here, let's go to Shanngling Village together."
I asked: "Where to go? To the ancestral home where the old lady lived before she immigrated?"
"Well, yes, the eldest sister said that she remembered something. There is an old beam in her ancestral house, and there are some words engraved on it, which may be information about her great ancestor."
In this way, we went to Shanngling Village together in the afternoon.
Shanngling Village is located at the foot of Ershan Mountain in the south of Mang Mountain. No one has lived in it since the 1990s. The village is very desolate and covered with weeds. It is a typical residential style in western Henan.
"Mr. Wang, look, that's where I lived when I was a child."
The old lady's eyes were nostalgic as she pointed to an abandoned duplex cave dwelling with a three-sided courtyard. In those days, these houses were considered luxurious and did not collapse. (The house I am talking about is still there now.)
The door lock is gone, there is a "click" sound, and it opens with a push.
The folk houses in western Henan here are all brick kiln structures, similar to those under the Great Wall at Dongshan in Yulin. They are very similar to the brick cemetery palace, the underground palace of Emperor Wanli looked like this.
When we came in, the backyard was full of weeds, and a section of the wall was hollowed out to create a temple of heaven and earth, where a portrait of the Kitchen God was enshrined.
Accompanied by the cry of cicadas, I walked through the screen wall and entered the cave house, which was much cooler.
"Sister, where is the beam with the inscriptions on it that you mentioned? Is it here?" he asked.
"Grandma! I know! I know!"
Pickle Girl raised her hands excitedly and said, "I came here when I was 9 years old. I still remember! Is that beam in the big hole?"
"What a big pit, you girl, that's the Dikengyuan."
The old lady was wearing a thin gauze dress and a brown large-brimmed sun hat today. She looked fashionable and young overall. She turned around and said, "You two, please follow me."
Following them, I whispered: "Look, aren't you hot? It's 38 degrees today. You're wearing a big coat, socks and leather shoes."
He frowned and whispered, "Why do you talk so much? I'm not hot."
"Dikengyuan" is a sunken courtyard. Underground, there are slope steps to go down, and there are two drainage ditches on the left and right. It is considered an architectural feature of the Mangshan area.
After entering, I was stunned.
There are actually people living here!
Plastic bottles everywhere!
These plastic bottles are all cut open, filled with soil, and some kind of strange white mushrooms are planted in them. Hundreds of plastic bottles are arranged neatly! Densely packed! Only a very narrow space is left in the middle for entry and exit.
walk.
I saw a shirtless man lying on a spring bed and sleeping soundly, snoring loudly.
"Sister, this...is this your relative?"
The old lady frowned, walked over, kicked the spring bed with her feet.
"Um...who, who?"
The man was sleepy. He sat up and rubbed his face: "Who are you? What are you doing? Didn't you see that I was sleeping soundly?"
"This is my ancestral home, why did you live in it? Also, there are so many bottles."
The shirtless man came to his senses, frowned and said, "This yard has been deserted for thirty years and has no owner for a long time. I am growing mushrooms here. What's wrong?"
Pickle girl defended loudly: "It's not your house!"
"This is obviously our Qin family's old house! It has an owner!"
"Yeah?"
"Where's the real estate certificate? Where's the title deed? Take it out and let me take a look. I said it's my old house."
He lay down again, resting his hands on his hands and crossing his legs, looking like a rogue.
Seeing that he couldn't listen to me no matter what I said, she even slapped him in the face. Even a good-natured old lady became angry.
"No... scoundrel!"
"Get up!" She stretched out her hand and pulled the man.
"Climb further away! Don't you dare touch me!"
The man looked fierce and pushed hard.
The old lady lost her balance, took two steps back, and sat on the ground.
"grandmother!"
"Grandma, how are you! Why did you push my grandma! Oh, grandma..."
Seeing this, his face turned gloomy and he said, "You guys go out first and I'll discuss it with this gentleman."
Pickle girl's eyes were red, she helped the old lady up and went out, closing the door at the same time.
"What are you discussing with me? The mushrooms I grow here are called crab-flavored mushrooms. A kilogram of dried mushrooms costs more than 100. Be careful, don't crush them under my feet."
He stood still with his head still.
I smiled and walked over to hand him the cigarette, and said with a smile: "Come on, brother, have a cigarette first. We can talk about it if we have anything to say."
She just took a cigarette.
I slapped him in the face!
"I....!"
This man covered his face and yelled! He was about to sit up and fight back. At this time, he threw a brick at my head.
I caught the brick and hit him with a backhand! It hit him on the forehead!
The brick was not broken, but a line of blood flowed down his forehead.
He held his head and screamed.
I went up and kicked him hard on the head!
"Stop...stop fighting!"
"I was wrong, I was wrong! Move away now! Stop fighting!"
I stopped when I waved my head and hands.
He raised his head and said with a cold face: "Don't make me angry, now take your things and get out."
