There were more and more people setting off cannons on the street at night. Some naughty kid set off a fire, which exploded next to our window, almost breaking the glass.
Dou Yazi put down his chopsticks angrily, opened the window and shouted downstairs: "Fuck! Who set off the firecrackers! Don't let me catch you little brats!"
The children downstairs were so frightened by Dou Sprouts that they ran away.
"Brother Yu, do you really plan to return to Harbin and open a martial arts gym?"
"Yeah, I think I have enough money. Opening a martial arts gym has always been my childhood dream," Brother Yu said with a smile.
I shook my head: "Brother Yu, I don't think you can make money by opening a martial arts gym. In today's peaceful society, who will learn martial arts? You see, if no one learns, your martial arts gym will definitely close down."
"That's right," Dou Sprout nodded repeatedly: "If no one learns, it will definitely go bankrupt."
Brother Yu smiled and said: "You guys can't hope for me to be better? If you accuse me of closing down before I even open, what if my martial arts gym is full of enrollment and becomes popular?"
"impossible!"
Douyazai said loudly: "Brother! Think about Xiaoqian! What a good girl! If you don't stay with us in the future, how can you meet such a good girl?"
"As long as you follow us, there will be lots of little green, purple, red, green, white, and black things in the future!"
"Brother, you are still young, and you have plenty of opportunities to open a martial arts school, but before that you have to practice. The so-called training of the heart in the world of mortals, you are not yet complete."
"Well, I won't leave now, let's practice first." Brother Yu suddenly said.
"Ah? Really?"
Dou Sprout obviously didn't expect that his random words had any effect.
Brother Yu smiled and nodded.
In fact, I know what he really thinks in his heart, and he can't bear to part with us.
The New Year is coming, and finally we went back to Yulin to celebrate the New Year.
Don’t be greedy, little kids, it’s the New Year after Laba.
Although our group didn't go home to rent a house, we still organized New Year's goods.
Pasting Spring Festival couplets, setting off firecrackers, cutting meat to make dumplings, cooking New Year's Eve dinner, and watching the Spring Festival Gala, there are plenty of them.
There are several folk customs in Yulin during the New Year, such as turning nine curves, making iron flowers, and burning fire towers. At that time, paper lanterns could be placed on the Yuxi River. There were many styles of paper lanterns available, including square, round, long, and flat.
Stacked together and floating on the river, it is very beautiful.
Dou Sprout was so bad that he used a wooden stick to fish out the paper lanterns placed by others in the river and burned them all with a lighter.
On New Year's Eve, we put paper lanterns by the river and called our boss to ask us to go back for the New Year's Eve dinner.
After I went back, I saw two more people at the dinner table. I only knew Mr. Zhao from Xiangxi.
"Boss, this is..."
"Come to Yunfeng, let me introduce you to Master Xue Ding, Master Xue, and your uncle from Yucheng, Shandong. I won't introduce you to Master Zhao. We are all familiar with him."
"My uncle?" I asked in surprise...
Xue Ding was in his early fifties, with black hair and a lean look. He looked very energetic. I didn’t know much about this person before, but I didn’t expect that he was my uncle and would tell me the truth afterwards.
Baotou was born in 34 years. When he was a child, he was born in a place called Zhugou Village in northern Henan. Baotou's Baotou is called Wang Pingling. This Wang Pingling is from the late Qing Dynasty. He used to be a cook in the Four Princes' Mansion at the foot of Fragrant Mountain in Beijing. Later he worked as a cook.
Tomb robbing.
Xue Ding followed Wang Pingling in 1976, so he and Baotou are considered senior brothers, and they can also be considered my senior uncles based on seniority.
"Haha, you are so polite, Shenyanfeng? It has been spread among us recently. I didn't expect to see such a young man today. As an elder, I came in a hurry and didn't prepare any red envelopes. Don't blame me."
"Uncle Xue, what are you talking about?"
I raised my glass and said with a smile: "You are so generous, I will propose a toast to you."
"Okay, come."
We had a drink and got to know each other.
The Spring Festival Gala was playing on the TV in the living room, and Xiaoxuan turned down the sound of the TV.
After taking a bite of the fish with his head, he put down his chopsticks and said: "Old Xue, I know you. You have been working alone since we died, and you have made a fortune silently without showing off. Is there something wrong with you coming to me so suddenly this time?"
"
He looked at a few of us.
Mr. Zhao from Xiangxi picked up his wine glass and took a sip.
The boss knew that he had concerns, so he immediately said: "It's okay, we are all our own people, just tell us."
"Okay, I'll tell you the truth."
"Xiansheng, do you still remember Wang Junhua?"
"Wang Junhua..."
He raised his head and thought thoughtfully: "Is it the earthworker who left us back then?"
He nodded: "Yes, something happened to him. Two months ago, he took a few of them to Daoxian County, Yongzhou, and then there was no news."
"boom!"
Mr. Zhao from Xiangxi put down his wine glass and frowned: "Daoxian County? Is this person going to Guiziling?"
Xue Ding looked at Master Zhao with solemn eyes and nodded.
His head also looked solemn.
I didn't know what Guiziling was, nor did I know that a place like Daoxian existed, so I asked at the wine table what the boss meant.
He raised his head and spoke intermittently.
It was 2003. In the previous two years, the Yongzhou Institute of Cultural Relics and the Daoxian Folklore Research Committee invited a group of professionals and folk archaeologists to go to Guizailing for investigation and research.
What to study?
After studying the tens of thousands of stone figures with strange styles in the woods, the end result was nothing. No reason could be found. I heard that one person was missing.
Because there has been a popular saying in the local area that each of the stone statues in Guiziling represents a little ghost. Anyone who touches the stone statues will be haunted by the little ghost.
Therefore, villagers in local counties often worship and burn paper around Guizailing. They don’t know who made those stone figures, nor which dynasty they are from, so no one from the locals dares to enter the forest.
Someone asked, if there are so many stone figures, no one will steal them?
This kind of thing didn't really exist back then, because no one wanted it if it was stolen, and it was worthless.
My uncle Xue Ding who suddenly appeared said: "Xiansheng, Wang Junhua and I have a very good personal relationship, so I want to check that place. You also know that I always fight alone, but I'm afraid I won't be able to do it this time, so I
I’m here to help you.”
"Um....."
He tapped his head and fingers on the table, thought for a while and said, "Old Xue, I will discuss this with my apprentice."
"Yunfeng, please come out first."
When you got to the corridor, you handed me a cigarette and I lit it first.
"call......"
"Yunfeng, do you still remember that parchment drawing?"
I said I remember, isn't it the one hidden in the Asoka Pagoda?
He flicked the cigarette ashes on his head, glanced at the room, and then said: "Yes, my original plan after the year was to go to Sichuan, to the mountains around Muya, to find Xiwu'er who was left behind by Li Xian.
Ruins, look for the stone buildings painted on the parchment."
He coughed twice, put out the cigarette ashes on the wall, and continued: "We dug up the Lingwu Tearing Buddha in Heishui City. According to common sense, when Li Xian fled with thousands of party members, he should have taken them with him.
It is very possible that there were some treasures in Xingqing Mansion at that time."
"So... what do you mean by head?"
He glanced into the room again and said: "Old Xue is indeed my junior brother. I know him well. He will not come to me to ask for help unless he encounters difficulties. Although I am the leader of our team, I will not insist on having my own way. This matter,
It’s up to you to decide.”
How could I not see that what was on his mind was that he wanted to help his junior brother, but he was afraid that we would not be happy, so he was embarrassed to say it out loud and left the decision-making power to me.
The question is, is there a tomb in that damn place? If there is a big tomb, it’s worth going there. If not, it’s probably not appropriate to just go there and find someone you don’t know.
The matter was not decided that night, so Uncle Xue lived next door.
After the New Year's Eve dinner, I received several New Year greeting calls.
"Happy New Year to Xiang Yunfeng, what are you doing?"
"What's wrong? Miss me?"
"Tch, who misses you? I'm just asking. By the way, I finished arranging my mother's funeral affairs, borrowed money with my brother, rented a stall at the live poultry market, and prepared to continue selling chickens."
I said selling chickens is good. It's better to go back to your old job than to work as a security guard in a steel factory.
"I....."
The little chicken-footed woman was silent for two minutes, and suddenly she seemed to have summoned up the courage to say, "I want to be friends with you."
"What do you mean? We are friends from the beginning." I said.
The little chicken-footed woman suddenly said loudly: "Xiang Yunfeng! You are a big fool..." After he finished cursing, he died.
I thought to myself, what kind of person is this? He didn’t give me New Year greetings and say good luck and wealth during the Chinese New Year, and even scolded me.
Just after I hung up, someone called me again. Why, all the people calling me were women. This time it was Bailash Qiong.
After thinking about it, I didn't answer it. The phone rang twice and stopped ringing.
"Uncle! Have a great New Year!"
"You will get rich from fishing this year! Haha! My nephew, I wish you a happy New Year! Give you a red envelope!" Dou Sprout laughed loudly in the room.
Xiaoxuan was sitting on the sofa, looking down at the quiet mobile phone in her hand, looking a little overwhelmed.
"cough!"
"What are you doing, Xiaoxuan? I wish you a happy new year and give me a red envelope."
Xiaoxuan sniffed, smiled and asked me to kowtow to her, and she gave me a five-dollar red envelope.
I didn't do it at first, but later I did because she gave me too much.
When I returned to my room late at night, I opened the window, held a cigarette in my mouth, and watched the night view of Yulin with fireworks rising continuously.
There are lights on in front of every house, and you can vaguely see adults leading their children, walking through the streets to pay New Year greetings.
I popped out the cigarette butt and closed the window.
Listening to the joyful sound of cannons being fired outside, I tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep. I suffered from insomnia.
I sat cross-legged on the bed alone and turned on the TV, changing channels out of boredom.
"well?"
I suddenly remembered something.
I quickly put on my shoes and found my bag from under the bed.
Turning on the desk lamp, I flipped through the notes Mr. Wu left for me.
After flipping through dozens of pages, I lowered the desk lamp and stared blankly at the contents recorded above.
On the note, a landmark was clearly written in small characters.
"Hunan Province, Dao County, Xianglinpu Town, south of Tianguangdong Village, Guizailingpo."
And in this place name, I don’t know who it is.
Draw a big red circle.
.....
ps: The second volume of "Xixia Sanskrit" is finished.
