I held up the flashlight and looked at each other, thinking to myself, who is this beloved daughter Fuxia? Old Fu's daughter? So young?
Suddenly, Lao Fu stopped chopping down the tree. He slowly straightened up and reached into his coat pocket.
When I saw this, I said: "Uncle Fu, this is the photo in your pocket. You accidentally dropped it just now."
Dou Sprout immediately handed over the photo.
Lao Fu's face was calm. He took the photo and continued chopping down the tree without saying a word.
Douyazai scratched his head and asked: "Your daughter's name is Fuxia? I've never heard you say it before. She looks like a college student, and she also lives in Muya?"
With a heavy slash, the tree trunk broke.
Lao Fu looked back at Dou Ya Zai and said with a smile: "She is my daughter, but she is not in Muya and has gone away."
Seeing the back of Lao Fu dragging the tree trunk away, I thought to myself, "Under what circumstances would a person always carry a photo of another person with him?"
The first possibility is that he died and took a photo as a souvenir.
The second type is as Lao Fu himself said, his daughter has gone on a far journey, which is also possible.
I shook my head, it was better not to meddle in other people's affairs.
"Fengzi, did you see clearly just now?" Douyazai said with bright eyes: "Old Fu is not tall and looks so ugly, how could he give birth to such a beautiful girl? That temperament... tsk tsk...
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"I'll slap you to death, but if you say this, Lao Fu won't fight you if he hears it? Just shut up that crow mouth of yours."
"Look at you, I was just talking casually, and I didn't mean any harm."
It was less than nine o'clock when I returned to the camp, and I started to make a ladder. I was particularly curious about what was on it. Could it be that there was a room full of antiques like Bean Sprout said? If so, it would be like picking up money for nothing.
He watched me and Dou Yazi busy making ladders. He didn't say anything about it. He just told us that if we wanted to do it, we should make it strong and don't break it with use.
Douyazai immediately patted his chest and promised: "Don't worry! The one I made will be strong!"
Cut off excess branches, split the trunk in half, cut the climbing rope to a certain length, arrange the thicker branches horizontally one by one, and finally tie them firmly with the cut rope.
I went up and stepped on it, and it could bear the weight of a person. It was very strong.
In the last step, tie two curved wooden sticks horizontally at the front end of the ladder, and you're done.
"Zhao Xuanxuan, watch the fire. Fengzi and I are going up."
"You must be careful and pay attention to safety."
"I know, just take a look."
After saying that, Dou Sprout and I carried the long ladder and climbed up.
After climbing up and standing firm, Dou Sprout raised the ladder upright and went back and forth to find the angle. His expression was very difficult, and it was not easy to hold it like this.
"Stop swinging! You haven't hooked it yet. Just walk half a meter to the left."
"Yes! Okay!"
I turned on the flashlight, looked up and said, "It seems to be hooked! Try to see if it is stable."
Dou Sprouts stretched out his hand and shook it:
"No problem, it's safe. You can light it up for me and I'll go up."
This ladder is now at a 90-degree angle and is hung on the wall. I tell you to be careful and don't be too big. If you fall more than ten meters, you can kill someone.
"I know, don't worry."
I helped him with lighting, and Bean Sprout started to climb up the ladder. I saw that he was climbing higher and higher.
Unexpectedly, when Dou Sprout was more than halfway up, a strong wind suddenly blew and the ladder began to swing violently from side to side! The frightened Dou Sprout screamed.
Lao Fu and I immediately held the ladder to the left and right, waiting for the gust of wind to pass.
After a minute or two, I felt the wind stopped, and I shouted: "Okay! Get in quickly!"
Dou Sprout started to climb again, and after ten seconds he reached the top. Dou Sprout took a deep breath, held up his hands, and flipped onto the platform.
Seeing that he got up safely, I breathed a sigh of relief.
"It's your turn Fengzi! Come up quickly! I'll look after you!"
Dou Sprout was holding a flashlight and waving to me.
"Uncle Fu, then I'll go up and have a look, and you can help me hold him up."
Lao Fu nodded.
Taking a deep breath, I climbed up the ladder.
"Move the flashlight! Don't shine it in my face!"
"I know! Aren't I afraid that you won't be able to see clearly?"
This time I was lucky, there was no wind, and I climbed to the end quickly. Dou Sprout pulled me up with a backhand.
It was only when I came up that I discovered that this small door was different from the one below. There were actually some remaining door paintings on this small door.
Over time and exposure to weather and sun, these have lost their color, and it is difficult to see what the original appearance of the door painting is. It seems to be a picture of a character.
Squeak...
The small wooden door was in disrepair for a long time. If it weren't for the good wood and the red paint, it would have rotted away long ago. Bean sprouts stretched out his hand and pushed it open slowly, and suddenly there was a harsh friction sound.
Pushing the door open and walking in, I shined a flashlight and was stunned.
Why are there so many things...?
There are so many things that it’s almost impossible to put your foot down!
Dou Sprout was also stunned when he saw it.
There are rows of baskets hanging on the wall. If you look closely, you can see that they are very old-fashioned rattan dustpans. There are many of them, at least dozens of them piled together.
Some of these dustpans fell off the wall and were rotten. Those that were not rotten had a thick layer of floating dust on their surface. When I reached out and wiped the floating dust, the rotten dustpans were exposed. This has not happened for hundreds of years.
Oxidized patina formed naturally when humans touch it.
In addition to dustpans, there are also a large number of broken tables, rotten chairs, various hoes, shovels and other tools and agricultural tools accumulated here. These things are also covered with dust and rust, and half of them are rotten.
Looking at it, the whole place is just a small warehouse full of sundries.
Dou Sprout kicked a chair over, causing dust to fill the sky.
"cough!"
I choked and coughed, and said stop kicking around and look for anything valuable, so I went down quickly if I didn't.
Douyazai said: "The upper floor is the top of the tower, and there is a small door like this. Why don't you go up and take a look?"
I turned my eyes outward. It was too high and I felt a little dizzy. I said, "Look for something first."
Then, the two of us covered our mouths with our clothes and started rummaging around.
I've had a problem since I was a kid, I like to browse places like this.
In the past, in Mohe, I went in and looked through old houses like ours that had not been lived in for a hundred years and were about to collapse. At that time, I always fantasized about finding a good antique and selling it for money.
Does this count as stealing?
In fact, I found some broken oil lamps, dog food bowls, and chicken feeding basins. I still remember them clearly after all these years. I sold them for a total of three and a half yuan.
"well?"
"Fengzi, look, what is that?"
I said that it was a cloth hat worn by people in the past. It was thrown away. It was very dirty and was used by dead people.
In the darkness, I slowly moved the flashlight, and suddenly I saw a coarse porcelain black-glazed elephant-leg bottle lying in the corner of the secret room, and there was a rolled up scroll stuck at the mouth of the bottle, which looked a bit like an ancient painting.
It's really true.
I swallowed my saliva and thought, "Isn't this an ancient painting from the Xixia period?"
