Old Liu Tou said that Professor Sun and the others had just been to Shibei Store for half a day.
It was not far from Gulan County, but the place was very remote and people who had never been there might not be able to find it.
I will find someone to take you there.
So he called over to a silly boy who was about ten years old on the street.
He was his grandson.
He usually lives in Henan with his parents and comes to Gulan County every year during the school summer vacation.
Shibei Store is very close to the county seat, and this kid often goes there to play.
Old man Liu called to the child: "Second child, stop playing around and take your uncle and your aunt to the Stone Tablet Shop.
They are looking for Professor Sun from the archaeological team."
The second child had a shaved head.
He might have just finished fighting with other children.
His body was covered with dirt.
He was dragging a line of green snot that was almost flowing across the river.
When Old Man Liu asked him to lead us, he led us.
Shiry Yang and I went to Shibei Store.
The road to Shibeidian is indeed very difficult.
It is full of rugged and uneven paths.
Erxiao told us that it is not far away, but the road is not easy to walk.
We can just walk through the highest hillside in front.
Shiry Yang saw that the child was too dirty and couldn't see through it, so he took out his handkerchief and wiped his nose, and asked him pleasantly: "What is your second name?"
Erxiao wiped her nose and replied: "My nickname is Erxiao, my surname is Wang, Erxiao Wang."
As soon as I heard that the child's name was interesting, I joked with him and said, "Your name is Wang Erxiao.
Don't you think that we are the devils and lead us into an ambush?"
Wang Erxiao said to me stupidly: "Uncle, what is an ambush trap?
Who is that woman?
How come you are so good-looking?"
I peeked at Shirey Yang walking behind, and whispered to the second child: "What is good-looking or not?
You little brat, why don't you learn well at such a young age?
She is my wife, she has a bad temper, and no one but me is allowed to see her." , you'd better not mess with her."
Shiry Yang walked behind.
Although I spoke softly, she still heard the second half of my words and asked: "Lao Hu, who did you just say not to mess with?"
I quickly patted Wang Erxiao's head and said to Shiry Yang: "I just said that this kid is very naughty.
At such a young age, he knows that flower girls can do beautiful things.
Don't mention these kids nowadays.
They don't have much.
He is just like me when I was a child.
He has great ambitions and good plans since he was a child."
Before I finished speaking, a strong rural man with a white sheep belly handkerchief suddenly appeared from behind the hillside.
He had a belt tied around his waist and a stick in his hand.
He shouted to us: "Stop, Miss Jinhua is doing her job."
Are you Japanese?”
I was startled by him.
Although this was in a ravine, in broad daylight, could there be a strong man cutting the path?
I hurriedly blocked the second child and Shiry Yang behind him, and said to the man: "Fellow, don't get me wrong, it's all We, our own people, are not the Japanese army, we are the Eighth Route Army’s military workers.”
The fellow with a white towel on his head looked the three of us up and down: "What the Eighth Route Army, I don't think you are as good people as Si."
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Then he chased us with sticks and said that the place was under martial law and we were not allowed to enter. .
I thought to myself how strict the martial law was when there was no disaster or war.
Besides, I had never heard of any militiamen using wooden sticks to enforce the martial law.
Why was this grandson so crazy?
So he rolled up his sleeves and planned to snatch the stick from his hand to prevent the reckless farmer from hurting anyone.
I was about to go over and put it right, but I didn’t expect that this villager who claimed to be the platoon leader of the Shibeidian militia platoon actually knew the second child among the three of us.
It turned out that the second child always played with his son, so the two sides were no longer in contact with each other.
They started to move and stood still to speak.
The militia platoon leader had a clumsy mouth and a strong local accent.
He talked to us for a long time before I roughly understood what was going on.
It turns out that the name of this stone tablet store comes from an unknown stone tablet nearby.
The stone tablet is very tall and stands tall against the sky.
I don't know which dynasty or generation it was left behind.
The handwriting on the tablet has been blurred by the wind and rain.
When it comes to stone tablet shops, the most famous one is not the broken stone tablet, but a time-honored coffin shop in the village.
There is only one coffin shop in the eight nearby villages, including Gulan County, because the other coffin-selling businesses are not as good as it.
Legend has it that in the early days of this old coffin shop, the shopkeeper was a good carpenter and he started out as a carpentry workshop.
Once, this master carpenter built a coffin for a family.
The coffin had just been finished and had not yet been painted.
According to the rules, eighteen coats of paint had to be applied to the coffin.
At that time, the half-finished coffin was in his house.
Displayed in the carpenter's shop.
In the evening, the master carpenter sat in the middle hall and drank a few glasses of old wine.
When he thought that the business was not going well, he took on this job after more than half a month.
He couldn't help but feel a little depressed, so he patted the coffin and sighed, feeling drunk.
Before he knew it, he lay down on the coffin and fell asleep.
That night, the carpenter had a dream.
He dreamed that there was a ball of ice in the coffin, which made him tremble all over, as if he had fallen into an ice cellar.
Suddenly, a rapid knock on the door woke him up.
When he opened the door, he saw that someone had died at night in a family in the same village, and they came to him to order a coffin.
It was rare to find a new job immediately after one job.
The master carpenter was overjoyed, but he couldn't show it.
After all, he was helping others to take care of themselves, so he had to show some sadness on the surface.
In order to express his sorrow for the death of his village neighbor, the master carpenter patted the half-finished coffin, then collected the deposit and started working on it.
The sun had just risen above the head, and the carpenter was working hard to build the coffin.
Suddenly someone came to order the coffin.
This was really strange.
Only about ten people died in the village a year, and now two people died in a row.
The more the carpenter thought about it, the more he was wrong.
He recalled his dream at night.
Could it be that those people died because he patted the coffin with his hand?
So he tried patting the half-finished coffin again.
Before dark, someone else died again.
The carpenter was surprised and happy.
What was surprising was that he didn't know what was going on, why someone died nearby when he patted the coffin with his hand.
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What was happy was that he didn't have to worry about having no business this time.
This carpenter master is a poor and fearful master.
How can he care about the life and death of others at this time?
Is it because those people who have nothing to do with each other ignore the path of getting rich?
Unable to do it, I went to another coffin shop overnight to buy some ready-made birthday coffins.
Since then, the carpenter's shop has been completely transformed into a coffin shop, and he also discovered a secret.
When patting the coffin, the harder you pat it, the further away the place of death will be.
This dead man's money is easy to earn.
The more he makes money, the darker his heart becomes.
He has swallowed up all the coffin shops nearby.
He only needs to tap the half-finished coffin twice and wait for the money to be counted.
But I don’t dare to keep filming forever, who knows what’s going on here.
This secret has never been leaked by him, but there is no airtight wall.
These things are still known to everyone.
However, it is difficult to say this kind of gossip, and there is no evidence, so there is no way to bring him to court.
It is just a human being.
When people saw him, they were like a god who avoided the plague.
He hid far away, and when he was old, he didn't even have a wife.
Not long ago, this former young carpenter, now the old owner of a coffin shop, died in his own home.
When people found his body, it was so rotten that the smell was overwhelming.
He was the only coffin shop nearby, and all the birthday coffins in the shop were sold out, leaving only the half-finished coffin placed in the hall.
People in the village were wary when they thought of those rumors, but the village committee couldn't ignore it, and they couldn't let the old shopkeeper of the coffin shop die in his home.
The weather was hot, and it would be serious if there was a corpse plague.
Although cremation was practiced at that time, the concept of burial in rural areas was still deeply rooted, so the village chief found a few brave militiamen to carry the body in a woven bag and prepare to put it in a coffin for burial.
Unexpectedly, as soon as I moved the coffin away, I found a thin crack in the ground under the coffin.
The crack was very deep.
I put my hand on it and felt the cool breeze blowing out.
It seemed like there was a big hole underneath.
Those who were curious pried open the masonry on the ground and found that it was indeed a cave underneath, and it was extremely cold inside.
The militia platoon leader volunteered to go down to find out what was going on and asked someone to hang him down in a basket.
Not long after he went down, he shook the rope desperately and asked someone to pull him up.
I was so scared this time that I almost peed my pants, saying that the bottom was paved with big evergreen bricks, and there was a stone bed underneath, and a stone box on top.
This stone box was not big, flat, and had many carvings on it.
Strange words.
The militia platoon leader easily picked up the stone box.
Everyone opened the stone box and took a look.
Inside were six unknown jade beasts that were as red as blood.
According to the militia platoon leader, there seemed to be another layer below the cave, but it was too dark and gloomy to dare to go in.
Since the village cadres were present, the villagers showed high consciousness and immediately notified the archaeological team of Gulan County.
After hearing the news, Professor Sun knew that the discovery might be very important.
He did not dare to delay for a moment and immediately took people to the site.
Came over.
In a rural place like this, nothing big happens all year round, so the news spreads quickly, and even people from the county town come to watch the excitement.
In order to maintain order, Professor Sun asked the village militia to stop the idlers outside the village and prevent them from entering to watch, because the scope, scale, and background of the cave were not yet clear.
Once it was destroyed, the loss would be irreparable. .
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So the militia platoon leader took chicken feathers as command arrows and led people to set up traps at various entrances and declared that the village had entered a state of martial law.
Only then did he stop Shiry Yang and me for questioning.
After listening to the words of the militia platoon leader, I knew that when dealing with small farmers like them, we could not use force.
We had to say something nice and give him some benefits, so I said to the militia platoon leader: "Comrade company commander, we are all acquaintances of Professor Sun.
We are looking for He is really in a hurry, please help me."
He handed the militia platoon leader five dollars.
The militia platoon leader took the money, but before he could see the denomination clearly, someone from the village suddenly came to greet him and said that the old cadre who came with the archaeological team was dead
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