I haven't been back for more than ten years, and the faucet still looks the same.
The ground is covered with leaves.
The walls on both sides of the yard are planted with tall plane trees with yellow leaves. otbnkotgt "OK."
The fat man nodded affirmatively, and I walked over immediately.
I stood next to the dragon head and looked carefully.
I could see nothing except the stone base.
The carvings on the dragon head were just like dragon scales, without any traces of spellcasting.
I stretched out my hand and pulled it.
There were no signs of breakage on either side of the dragon's mouth, and there was no mechanism.
"This thing doesn't seem to move.
It has no mechanism."
I said strangely.
The fat man immediately shouted: "It's impossible what I saw at that time was real."
I took a few steps back, thought about it and said, "Where were you peeing at that time?"
"Fuck, I don't even remember this since I was a kid, but it seems to be in this position, because my back is to the dragon head.
But it's not front to back, I have to turn a little sideways."
The fat man moved forward based on his remaining memory.
Let’s go, he said to me after he stood still.
I stepped forward and looked down.
It was just a wall, but there was a hole in the corner.
The hole was very small, about the width of two fingers.
It was dark and I couldn't tell how deep it was.
I squatted down.
He waved and said: "Xiao Luo, give me the kettle."
Xiao Luo handed it over strangely.
I unscrewed the kettle and poured it into the small black hole.
The water flowed into the hole and made a "gurgling" sound.
Apparently there was still a certain depth below, and it was too deep to pass.
In just a second or two, a strange noise suddenly came from behind.
The noise was similar to a tiger's cry, but it was lighter than a tiger's cry.
As soon as the fat man heard this, he immediately shouted: "Head to head, this is the cry."
I looked back and saw that the dragon head sculpture slowly opened its mouth, then opened and closed it, and it actually moved.
"Damn, it's really moving," the fat man said in surprise, with an expression on his face as if he was seeing it for the first time.
I put away the kettle and walked over.
At this time, I could see that there were indeed no cracks on both sides of the dragon's mouth, but the tongue in its mouth that looked like it was not actually trying to die.
There is a small mechanism under the tongue that can lift the dragon's tongue.
Once the dragon's tongue is lifted up, it will press down again.
From a distance, it looks like an opening and closing mouth.
I stared at the dragon's mouth for a while.
There wasn't much water just poured in, so the dragon's tongue only moved up and down a few times and then stopped moving.
But I pursed my lips and said, "There seems to be something under my tongue."
"I saw it too, it seems to be a stone stick."
Yuan Feng said hurriedly after hearing my voice.
I turned around and shouted to Luo Qiong: "Xiao Luo, please continue pouring water into that hole.
Don't stop pouring water slowly."
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Luo Qiong nodded, walked to the small hole and controlled the amount of water, letting the water flow into the hole little by little.
After a while, the tongue in the dragon's mouth began to lift up little by little.
Perhaps it was because the water on Xiao Luo's side had been pouring, so the tongue was pushed up but did not put down.
The three of us took a closer look, and sure enough, we found an object that looked like a short stone stick placed in the dragon's mouth.
It was stuck under the tongue in the dragon's mouth.
It seemed to be covered by the tongue of the dragon's mouth.
"There is something," the fat man said in surprise.
I nodded and reached out to poke inside.
In fact, it was quite risky to do so.
I stretched out my hand to poke inside without any protective measures, just in case there was a mechanism inside the faucet.
My hand and even my life may be involved in it.
But fortunately, the matter was not as serious as I thought.
My fingers reached the stone stick and gently moved it.
The stone stick was movable.
In other words, it is not part of the faucet, which further confirms my guess.
It seems that the tongue presses and serves as a cover for the stone stick.
I fiddled with it little by little, and the short stone stick was pulled out little by little.
Hold it in your hand.
It's a little heavy to start with, the surface is black, it doesn't look like anything special, and the length is about the same as my thumb.
One end is elongated and the other end is round.
After Luo Qiong stopped pouring water, the dragon's mouth returned to normal.
I put the short black stone stick in the sun and looked at it, but I couldn't see anything.
Luo Qiong asked strangely: "What is this?
It doesn't look like a valuable treasure or a magical weapon."
I can't tell.
But I heard Yuan Feng beside me say: "Brother Shan, this thing looks a bit like a key."
Not to mention, she reminded me that there is something similar.
It looks a bit like the key.
"Why is the key in the faucet's mouth and hidden with such an ingenious mechanism?
Is it so important?"
I lowered my head, feeling like I couldn't explain the reason.
Fatty and the others had already scattered around to look for places similar to keyholes, but I found a few places that looked similar.
It turned out to be wrong in the end.
"I don't think it's a good idea to search blindly like this.
Why don't we wait until Senior Guan arrives and ask him."
As I was talking, the sound of a car suddenly came from outside the ancestral hall.
Those of us who heard the sound thought it was Guan.
Too old.
Go out in a hurry.
But I saw a minibus stop, and a few people got off the bus, all wearing suits, and two of them had documents and papers in their hands.
"Who is he?"
Luo Qiong asked strangely.
A few people across from me were looking around, and some were taking photos with their cameras.
Walking in the middle was a woman in a suit.
She looked very similar to the working women seen on TV.
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She had a wavy haircut and a big black hat.
Sunglasses, very fashionable.
They also saw us when they came over.
They looked at each other and then a man wearing thick glasses came over and asked: "Which unit are you from?"
"We don't belong to any unit, we just passed by and came to take a look."
Fatty said.
"Oh, then you can't come in.
We, Mr.
Zhang, have bought this land.
It will be developed soon.
From now on, it will be a private place.
You outsiders are not allowed to enter casually."
I frowned, and the fat man said unhappily: "What are you doing?
Are you trying to trick people?
The road belongs to the country, and the land belongs to the people.
Why don't you allow people to leave?"
"Hey, why are you talking so arrogantly, young man?
I'm just talking to you, why are you shouting?"
The other party was also a little unhappy.
The fat man muttered and was about to curse, but I reached out and held his hand and shook my head.
He said: "Forget it, I can't see why we are here today, let's go."
After saying that, I took the lead to leave, but I heard the man wearing glasses shout: "Don't come here again, or the police will arrest you."
I raised my eyebrows and turned back dissatisfied and said, "If I want to call the police to arrest you, my name is Ba Xiaoshan.
Remember to tell the police comrades my name next time you arrest someone."
After saying that, he walked towards the road he came from without waiting for the man to speak.
The fat man sighed and said, "If I had known better, I would have driven the car over and blocked their car and made them run wild.
But it is sad to say that during the Cultural Revolution, The ancestral hall that has not been demolished is now about to be demolished, but it has become legal.
Times are changing, and many old things cannot be saved.
What is the difference between demolishing it now and demolishing it then?"
I sighed.
What Fatty said makes sense.
With the progress of society and the times, it seems that we are losing some important things.
The inheritance and heritage of our ancestors are being swallowed up by more modern things.
Today’s children Apart from the four great classics, I don’t know what other historical masterpieces there are in ancient times.
A while ago, an eight or nine-year-old boy from my father's neighbor suddenly asked me what the first dynasty in Chinese history was.
I subconsciously said "Xia" and the child said with a proud look on his face: "You are wrong, it is the Qin Dynasty and there is no culture."
I was walking forward, but I hadn't taken many steps when I suddenly heard someone shouting from behind: "You two, stay here."
I turned around strangely and saw a man in black clothes talking.
The fat man said impatiently: "Why don't we let us go on this road?"
"No, our boss wants to have a chat with Mr.
Ba.
Isn't it convenient?"
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