What the second brother said next, if you ask me to repeat it now, I can no longer describe every word of him, but at that time, all the people in this tent pricked up their ears and refused to let anyone go.
Let’s listen to this mysterious man describe this shocking historical situation that spans five thousand years.
Spanning five thousand years, it sounds quite majestic, but in fact what happened was very ordinary, giving people a very asymmetrical feeling.
It's like if you donate a dime, it is related to the revitalization of the entire Chinese nation.
Is it relevant? It absolutely is.
Is the connection big? Definitely not.
It was this ordinary incident that seemed to happen to ordinary people, but it involved a thrilling situation.
This story is very dull compared to my previous experience, so dull that it makes you think that suddenly a different person is writing the story, and this person is no longer Sanliang.
However, if you are not in the game, you cannot understand the majesty inside, and the amount of information that is so huge that it makes your head swell and your thinking becomes confusing when you think about it.
My original arrangement was to describe this boring story after I finished telling it. However, I have already told more than half of this story, and in terms of word count, it already has over half a million words.
In these more than 500,000 words, I have not given you any answers other than the confusion I felt at the time, which makes me feel guilty.
The current situation is as if you were me at that time and were completely confused about this shocking death situation, and I was the second brother who knew everything but couldn't say anything.
Just as I was dissatisfied with my second brother for hiding something from me at that time, I believe you are also blaming me for showing off.
So, I choose to be fair and let me tell you part of the answer.
But I can't tell you these answers in the form of answers. This is not a multiple-choice question. It can be solved by telling you ABCD. If I told you, maybe I would go out to pick up a courier on a sudden day.
There will be no coming back.
That's why I chose to tell you a story. I hid part of the answer in this story and asked you to find out the answer yourself. But remember, you can't tell.
I tell this story in the tone of another person, because I always thought that this story would be more attractive when viewed from the first person, or from a first-person perspective.
Below, Sanliang is Zhao Jianguo.
Three ounces or three ounces.
After listening to this story, let's go together to decipher the tomb of the first emperor of the ages. Don't be anxious. Only after listening to this story will you understand why there are so many secrets in the Mausoleum of Qin Shihuang. It's not impossible to unravel.
But it can't.
My name is Zhao Jianguo.
I don’t know why my father gave me this name. Others think it’s because he was a rebel in his early years and had the courage to participate in the revolution later in life. Because of his love for this country and this party, yes, he
He likes this country of people's democratic dictatorship and this nation that he fought bloody hard for.
So my name is Zhao Jianguo.
Of course, this is the understanding of others.
My father, who was a soldier with outstanding merits, during the war, because of his craftsmanship, yes, our old Zhao family were all rebels, and they were divided into the Northern Faction, in order to get the gold captain. At that time, he
, is to devote his whole person, his whole heart, to the party he is loyal to. He can not ask anything, ignore the eyes of others, act alone again and again, and rely on the things he digs out, in exchange for
He would make money, then dig into his own pocket, go to rescue, and selflessly dedicate himself to the team he fought with. It is precisely because of this that he gained the respect of others.
However, in the following ten years of catastrophe, what he once devoted his life and blood to defend suddenly changed overnight. Those were ten years of loss of faith and a complete reversal of right and wrong. It was precisely because of his craftsmanship that he was
He was given a high hat and was criticized time and again as the tail of the bourgeoisie. He was even more embarrassed by his former comrades who brought out the things he had done against him.
Until his death, he did not understand why all this happened.
As an old-school craftsman, when he died, in order to distance himself from the villain, he did not see any of his comrades. Only a few of his comrades from another level who attended his funeral were present.
The situation was not better than his. But here we are. What must be said is that my father, until his death, did not leave a penny to the family. There was only an old house in Zhaojia Village. Because of the campaign to criticize the landlords and their wealth,
were distributed to the poor.
So his funeral was very simple, and had to be simple. This is something that makes me extremely sad when I think about it. Because of the tightness of the news and the pedantry of the old man, I am just an honest farmer.
Even in that funeral, the coffin in which my father was buried was a coffin that I dug out of someone else's grave at night.
Yes, even the coffin is second-hand.
What kind of helplessness is this?
The origin of what I am about to talk about began precisely with my father's funeral.
His funeral was very simple, but the entire Zhaojia Village was one family five hundred years ago. This is where the simplicity of the farmers lies. Almost everyone in the village came to attend my father's funeral.
I remember that day, it was a sunny day. According to our rules in Henan, we must be buried before 12 o'clock, because the ancients believed that 12 is an end, not the ultimate number 9 as considered since ancient times. After twelve
At this point, the gate of hell will be closed, and the human soul will not be able to fall into reincarnation.
Although the coffin is old, I have renovated it and painted it black. If outsiders don't look at it carefully, if it were left to ordinary people, no one would notice anything unusual.
However, this is Zhaojia Village, and those attending the funeral have more or less been involved in the business of dumping children. What's more, there are several seniors who are as senior as my father at the funeral. They look at me.
The expressions in their eyes were very strange. I thought they must have seen something.
But fortunately, they didn't expose me. I think they saw through my difficulties.
Therefore, the entire funeral process went very smoothly. Because it was in this special ten years, many rules were omitted, and we walked peacefully to the grave dug in advance by several brothers of the family.
My wife and my two sons were at the end of the funeral procession. According to the rules, my wife must use a square steamed bun, break it into four pieces, and place them at the four corners of the grave. This
It should be to pray that future generations will not have to worry about food and clothing, and to bless the harvest.
After placing the steamed buns, several men from the family carried the coffin and took special steps to put the coffin into the grave where the steamed buns had been placed in the blind corner.
But at this time, Luoyang, which had a clear sky, suddenly began to pour with heavy rain, as if some god in the sky was peeing. The rain drenched the funeral procession into soaked chickens.
Moreover, the sky was roaring with thunder and lightning that could make people's hearts tremble.
As the host, what I want is to bury him as soon as possible so that relatives and friends can go home to have a light meal and cope with the sudden heavy rain.
However, several of my father's friends, including the village elders, could ignore me and use a second-hand coffin to bury my father, but they could not tolerate me burying my father when there was water in the grave.
This is also because of the rules in Henan. As a cultural center for thousands of years, the Central Plains has an astonishing number of traditions, not to mention that this is in a remote rural area. The old people are extremely stubborn and insist on traditions that many modern civilized people think are ridiculous.
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One of the reasons why they prevented me from being buried was: if the pit is wet with rain, generations will be rich (peng, pronounced in one sentence). If the tomb is wet with rain, generations will be rich. The word "氪" means bankruptcy, which means that the family will always live in misery.
This old saying, as the name suggests, is that if it rains before burial and the rainwater reaches the grave, then the burial must not be carried out. In this case, all the luck in the graveyard will be washed away by the rain, and future generations will be miserable.
If it rains after a round tomb is buried and the rainwater hits the tomb, it is a good sign that future generations will be prosperous and wealthy for generations to come.
In the face of this well-intentioned obstruction, I couldn't say anything, because this was for my own good. Fortunately, the heavy rain came and went quickly. It only lasted five minutes and then stopped.
Because the Zhao family's ancestral grave is in a crop field, and the ground is covered with loess, half of the rainwater in the grave pit filled up in just a few minutes. We waited there, waiting for the rainwater in the pit to seep out naturally.
This kind of waiting will not be too fast. The rain dried up quickly, leaving behind yellow mud. However, at this time, there were waves of exclamations from the crowd.
The crowd soon became commotion, and everyone gathered around the grave that had dried up and pointed, but several elders in my clan lowered their faces and shouted at me: Jianguo! What are you waiting for?
Bury quickly!
Because in the grave pit in the ground, after the water dried up, countless loaches appeared at a glance! This is not a strange place, because things in the world have gone through a lot of changes. In many places, just a few days can pass by a rain pit.
Small fish may appear. Use geography to explain this as a normal natural phenomenon.
The strange thing is that these loaches are all golden in color, have long beards, and the scales on their bodies are shining with golden light.
Yes, this is no ordinary loach, it has scales!
The origin of the inverted Douer technique in our entire Zhaojia Village is that Feng Shui mystical book. Therefore, almost everyone is familiar with the story of Mr. Guo who transformed into a dragon and was beheaded. He was transformed into a dragon!
Feng Shui Xuan Shu is a book about Feng Shui and is familiar to everyone in Zhaojia Village.
This is the cause, and the result is. Almost everyone can recognize that this thing is not a loach! It is a dragon loach! This thing can only be bred in the dragon's lair. Everyone has heard that in Kunlun Mountain
There must be something like this in our Chinese ancestry, but no one has ever seen it.
But there is no doubt that the appearance of such a thing in a cemetery is tantamount to Mr. Guo's transformation into a dragon!
For the same reason, this is not an ordinary village, this is Zhaojia Village. Any kid with a yellow mouth can tell you a few obscure allusions to Feng Shui. Therefore, this thing appeared here and caused a commotion!
Because this is something that can only appear in the dragon's lair.
And if there is a dragon's lair in Zhaojia Village, how could it escape everyone's attention?
What's more, there are only two small hills in Zhaojia Village, and the Zhaojia ancestral tombs only fulfill the theory of hiding the wind and accepting the water. How can there be any dragon spirit? Even if there is a dragon cave, we don't dare to bury people.
How could a family that was so incompetent in its era have the good fortune to absorb dragon energy?
At that time, I was still shocked to see something like this that I had only seen in legends, and several elders in the clan yelled at me to bury my father quickly.
I hesitated.
Anyone who knows the book Feng Shui Xuan Shu will not naively think that just by occupying the dragon's lair, one can become a ninety-five-year-old man. Mr. Guo is a bloody example.
My old patriarch, who had lived for more than a hundred years, hit me on the head with a cane and cursed: Bury me quickly! After saying that, seeing that I had not made any move, he ordered the young men carrying the coffin:
Now start listening to me. Everyone present in my Zhao family village swears by their ancestors that what they saw today will not be spread to anyone else!
But as soon as the coffin was put into the grave, the sun was already out of the sky even after it had rained, when suddenly there was thunder in the plains!
A bolt of lightning struck my father's coffin in full view of everyone!
The coffin fell apart in an instant, and my father in the coffin was struck by lightning and his clothes were all reduced to ashes, leaving him a naked man!
The crowd exploded again!
The elders burst into tears, yelled to stop the noisy crowd, waved their hands and shouted: Bury!!
The few young men were all very respectful to the old patriarch, and immediately abandoned me as their master, and started to bury a very ordinary grave in the blink of an eye.
At this time, I was in a state of confusion. The old patriarch was in control of the situation. I just followed the crowd home like a piece of wood. Several neighbors helped to light a fire and cook, and boiled a large pot of ginger soup for me.
Everyone was fighting off the cold. I looked at the ginger soup in front of me and trembled all over.
The old patriarch came into the house with a bowl of ginger soup and asked a few villagers gathered in the back room to drink it. He sat in front of me and said softly: Jianguo, are you afraid?
I didn't care about my respect for the patriarch and shouted loudly: Old patriarch, you are confused! This will kill our entire village!
The old patriarch took a sip of the soup, sighed, and said softly: Jianguo, let me ask you, how did your father die? The world is in chaos now. Do you think that if this chaos continues, our Zhaojia Village will still have a way to survive?
Which of the surrounding villages doesn't covet us from the Zhaojia Village? Now they are all digging up old debts. If this continues, life would be worse than death. Think about how we got here in the past few years? After the war and banditry,
After the old days of quarreling, we beat old Chiang Kai-shek. Now that it’s all done and we’ve beaten them all, why don’t we start beating us ordinary people?
I quickly covered the old patriarch's mouth to stop him from talking nonsense. Walls have ears. If you don't experience it yourself, you can't understand what chaos was like during those years. The old patriarch was also really scared because the entire Zhaojia Village was being persecuted, so he had to fight hard.
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What happened during the burial was really weird.
First, a dragon loach emerged from the grave.
Then lightning struck the coffin, leaving my father's body naked.
Can you think of anything? Can you think of what my ancestors of the Zhao family wrote down in their notes that when he was buried, Mr. Guo asked to be naked without any hair on his body?
Is all this a coincidence?
Or is it a destiny of reincarnation? The destruction of Mr. Guo's family will fall on my old Zhao family? Is it possible that Mr. Guo has a spirit in the sky and wants to take revenge for using the ancestral Feng Shui skills of his old Guo family to inflict evil deeds?
The Zhao family whose children are buying and selling? (To be continued)