"What are you guys doing?"
an authentic Sichuan dialect sounded.
Although Xie Wendong has never formally learned Sichuan dialect, he can roughly understand the other party's meaning from the words he travels around.
Compared with Mandarin, Sichuan dialect has a heavier pronunciation of Erhua.
Therefore, most people who have heard Mandarin can understand Sichuan dialect.
"Third father and third uncle, I don't think these people are good people."
Before Xie Wendong could answer, a thick voice sounded.
Just from the voice, it was easy to tell that the speaker was a middle-aged man.
Then the car lights turned on, and Xie Wendong saw the middle-aged man holding an extremely sharp harpoon in his hand.
He didn't dare to neglect, he just put the golden knife into the palm of his hand according to the conditions.
The old man Yinzi saw that he was a very dignified person in the village.
He turned his head and blamed the man for talking too much: "Gua Wazi, wait for me to ask Sa.
Don't worry, he can't deceive me.
I'm still a little confused."
"The enemy wants it."
The man nodded respectfully and put away the harpoon in his hand.
Seeing that Xie Wendong didn't answer, the old man Yinzi repeated: "What are you doing?"
Xie Wendong didn't speak again, but Yuan Tianzhong next to him took a step forward and took out a small notebook from his arms: "Old man Yinzi, see clearly, we are from the cultural relics department."
Because he was prepared, Yuan Tianzhong responded calmly.
To be honest, Yuan Tianzhong's acting skills are really not very good.
Based on what he just said, someone with a little bit of insight might be able to see the clues in it.
However, the people here are not as roundabout as the people in the society.
Since the other party said that he was from the cultural relics department, he had to believe it.
The old man Yinzi took the small notebook and saw the three words "Work Permit" brightly marked on it.
Opening the notebook, the old man Yinzi held his right hand with his left hand and illuminated it with an electric light.
I saw a line written clearly on the small book: Xie Wendong, leader of the Overseas Archaeological Group of Zhongyinhua Cultural Relics.
Above this line of small words, there is also a photo of Xie Wendong stamped with firmness.
This kind of thing can be made by anyone who has obtained a fake and your sister's certificate.
It's not surprising that Xie Wendong has such a thing.
Although he didn't know what kind of leader this "China Yinhua Cultural Relics and Archaeological Overseas Archaeological Group" was, the old man Yinzi saw the other party's well-behaved posture and guessed that it was from the government department.
Here, the people are simple and honest, and the old man Yinzi is also a philanthropic person.
He didn't have any doubts, but respectfully handed the notebook back to Xie Wendong with both hands.
With his white beard trembling and his eyes squinting, the old man Yinzi welcomed Xie Wendong and Yuan Tianzhong into the house: "So you are from the cultural relics department.
Please come over here and come to our room."
Xie Wendong was not polite, raised his feet and followed him.
The old man Yinzi called the middle-aged man aside: "Go and feed the others quickly, there's someone coming up."
"I want it."
The middle-aged man ran away with the harpoon.
Xie Wendong was introduced to the old man Yinzi's room.
An old woman was wearing clothes.
She took out a cup with a smile and poured water for several people.
Seeing Xie Wendong, the old man Yinzi felt as if he was seeing a relative.
He grabbed Yinzi's hand tightly and said apologetically: "Why did you come so late?
I still treat you like thieves."
Xie Wendong picked up the tea and took a small sip.
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The tea is very fragrant and tastes a bit like Maojian and Tieguanyin.
Xie Wendong took a small sip gently, feeling as if all his internal organs had been soaked and moistened, and all the pores in his body were opened.
On such a cold day, taking a sip of this tea will make you feel so comfortable and warm.
"The matter is urgent, and this is also the rule from above.
We got news that people are robbing tombs in this area, and tomb robbers are extremely rampant.
So we hurried over as soon as possible."
"That's right, these days, there are always thieves on the mountain, making it noisy.
Now that you're here, it's easy.
Digging is very fierce now, so hurry up during the day and night."
At this time, the middle-aged man came with other people in the village.
More than thirty men wearing various heavy cotton-padded jackets, holding hands, walked to the old man Yinzi's home.
For a time, the room was very lively.
Although the Reform and Opening up has been going on here for decades, the idea that men are superior to women has not changed much.
The people who come are all heads of households.
It can be seen that everyone's expressions are relatively indifferent, and they all have a lot of questions to ask themselves.
Xie Wendong answered them calmly.
He winked at Yuan Tianzhong and asked him to go out first.
Yuan Tianzhong gave instructions, wrapped himself in his coat, and walked out.
Seeing the beautiful clothes on Xie Wendong and Yuan Tianzhong, the people in the room didn't say anything.
But from their envious eyes, Xie Wendong still saw something.
Of course, he was prepared.
In less than a minute, dozens of brothers from the Wendong Society came to the yard of the old man Yinzi carrying dozens of boxes of things of various sizes.
Listening to the commotion outside, everyone curiously stretched their heads to take a look.
Xie Wendong stood up from the stool and waved to everyone: "Everyone, please come out.
I brought you something, just to express my condolences to everyone."
"Wow!"
The crowd suddenly became agitated, and then poured into the courtyard like a tide.
This time, Xie Wendong brought rice, cooking oil, quilts and other daily necessities to the people of this small mountain village.
Although these things only cost a small amount of money, they caused a huge sensation in this village.
The old man Yinzi hugged a down jacket tightly, his eyes full of reluctance, but he had to politely decline: "How can I be so kind?
You said you would drive away the thieves and give us our things.
This Call us Ansheng.”
Pushing the clothes in the old man Yinzi's hands back to him, Xie Wendong said with a smile: "These are all small things.
I just hope you will cooperate with us and help us complete our work."
"Yes, yes.
Yes, yes.
Then I'll receive it."
The old man Yinzi said with a smile.
In a less developed place like this, a pound of rice or a pound of noodles is much better than a basketful of good words.
The people here actually don't have that many twists and turns.
Xie Wendong was brought into a warm room again.
This time everyone's attitude towards him was much better.
Everyone, including the middle-aged man, had a smile on their face.
Of course, Xie Wendong was happier than them and smiled brighter.
After a few simple greetings, Xie Wendong got straight to the point and went straight to the point: "Old man, I heard that your village is called Wolong Village.
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Is there any story behind it?"
At this time, the old man Yinzi was holding a cigarette rod, puffing and dancing: "It is said that our ancestor is Mr.
Wolong, the military advisor of the Shu Kingdom, and our village also moved from that place in Sichuan. ” "Then your surname is Zhuge?"
Hearing the other party say that he was related to Zhuge Liang, Xie Wendong naturally said such a sentence.
Mr.
S is not from Sichuan, so all the above words were specially translated by someone.
Because of this, time was delayed.
There are only two chapters today, try your best tomorrow.
I’m deeply sorry.
Third Young Master clasped his fists and bowed onno: