The old man from the Tujia family was not restrained.
He took out a bench from under the table and sat next to us.
He said, "The kids have all gone to help in the mountains, and the state pays them wages.
Haha, haha, I see you are also dressed in the city.
Come and see the ancient tombs” I was drinking wine and almost spit it out.
We haven't started digging any ancient tombs yet, how does he know?
The Tujia shopkeeper didn't notice the expressions of the three of us.
He continued to talk to himself: "Our mother's grave has been here for a long time.
The generation of the grandfather who beat my grandfather has been here.
People from the country come whenever they want.
It has been digging for more than ten days.
I heard that this time we will invite the empress from the grave to see Chairman Mao, and then we will build a museum in the town.
Look around the town.
People are coming to see it.
Lively city people.”
The old man's accent was very strong, and Wang Qingzheng kept asking me what he said.
I didn't have time to translate for him, so I hurriedly poured a glass of wine for the old man and said, "To be honest, we are reporters from Beijing, specially here to report the story of Niangniang's Tomb.
If you are willing, tell us all about it.
What's going on?
Let's go back and print your old name in the newspaper."
When Shiry Yang heard what I said, he consciously took out his press card.
The old shopkeeper squinted his eyes for a while, then raised his head and asked, "What is this?"
I said: "This is a press card."
The old man asked: "Why don't you know a word of it?"
I said: "It is printed in foreign language, and it is universal.
It is an out-of-print press card issued by Chairman Mao himself.
There are only one hundred copies nationwide. ” After hearing this, the old man became very energetic.
He held my hand and said excitedly: "Comrade reporters, you are welcome to visit Chadong.
Wait a minute.
I have a bunch of bacon in my yard.
I will fry some for you."
Good food.”
I grabbed him and said, "Time is tight, seize the day.
Chairman Mao is still waiting for us to go back and hand in our work report on Tiananmen Square.
We can talk about the meal later."
The old man nodded, picked up the small wine cup and took a sip.
Go down.
"This started with the heavy rain a month ago.
I don't know what kind of plague God had in those days.
It thundered and rained every day.
The water in the river was about to rise above the warning line.
Some people suggested escaping to the mountains.
It was better than being drowned at home.
Guess what happened after they went up the mountain for the first half of the night and the second half of the night?
The rain stopped, and there was only thunder but no rain.
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
Purple lightning kept crackling on the horizon all night long.
Everyone said that this was the appearance of the queen on the mountain at noon the next day.
They came down the mountain in a daze, their faces all pale, like dead people, and they all said that the empress had appeared, and there were endless cries on the grave.
There was smoke coming out of the ground."
The old shopkeeper took a sip of wine and continued, "We reported the matter to the province, and an archaeological team came soon, and the People's Liberation Army also stood guard for them.
Later, the archaeological team was short of manpower.
I started to recruit young men from the town, and said that when we got back, we would be paid per person for lost work time.
Two of my boys would go up to the mountain to help.
I just sent a message two days ago, saying that I have dug a wall made of stone, but now I can’t dig it down anymore.
Everyone is waiting for instructions from the leaders.
What I said is confidential, and ordinary people don’t dare to tell it.
What is the situation on the mountain now?
If the empress moves to Beijing in the future, won’t there be no gods in our place?"
I comforted him and said, "Your Majesty's body is no longer here, but her soul will still be with you."
The old shopkeeper drank a few more glasses and then got up and went back to the counter.
Shiry Yang lowered his voice and said to me: "Could the Niangniang Tomb he mentioned be the Youshui Tomb we are looking for?
Could that archaeological team be from Lin Fang?"
I analyzed: "Lin Fang didn't have anything to do a month ago.
According to him, the archaeological team on the mountain is a regular army sent by the province.
The excavation work there has already started.
If this is really the Youshui Tomb , we can only admit that we are unlucky and go back to our homes to find our own mothers. " Wang Qingzheng became anxious as soon as he heard this: "Why did someone get there first?
Do these people have professional ethics?
That's what I first noticed."
"Shut up, you're asking for death so loudly, we're afraid people won't know what we do."
I was actually more anxious than him, but yelling now wouldn't solve any problem.
I've been in this business for so long and I've never encountered anything like this.
Damn it, you actually want to compete with a professional archaeological team for business.
Shiry Yang said: "We might as well go around the town.
Since there are many tourists coming here, there must be a lot of news about the ancient tombs, and maybe there will be something to gain."
I nodded.
If we wanted to take action, we should at least meet up with Fatty and the others before making plans.
The best case scenario is that the tomb on the mountain is not the goal of our trip, so we can avoid a head-on conflict with the archaeological team.
I got up to go to the old man to pay the bill, but unexpectedly there was a sudden noise outside the door.
When I looked around, I saw a group of People's Liberation Army soldiers wearing camouflage uniforms.
Young Master Wang exclaimed, "I'm not here to arrest you, right?
Hu Bayi."
Shiry Yang said: "If we want to arrest people, it is the police who come to arrest them.
No matter how proud Lao Hu is, he will not use the army.
You see there is mud everywhere on them.
They should have come down from the archaeological team."
The average age of this group of young soldiers He was about seventeen or eighteen years old, rushing to Shunfeng Inn.
I changed my position with my back to them.
At this time, one of the young soldiers shouted to the shopkeeper: "Dad Gan, we went to the town to do business, and we sent you a message on the way.
Tulum always says that it misses you every day."
Fried bacon, hahaha, let’s try your cooking later.”
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
"Here are some bosses.
Come on in and sit down.
There is plenty of bacon.
I'll cook it for you right now."
The old shopkeeper put down his account book and walked out from behind the counter with a smile on his face.
"Oh, how many times have I said that, boss is a term for backward thinking.
We are the people's soldiers, and we are your relatives.
This is a letter from Tulum.
Please keep it, fellow man.
We still have missions and cannot be left behind.
Come down and eat some meat, we’re leaving now.”
Father Gan took the envelope with some excitement, took the hand of the People's Liberation Army soldier and asked: "Well, if my mother's grave is dug out, when will my two dolls come back?"
"It's hard to say.
There has been no progress in the project recently, and I don't know what the big scientists from the province were thinking.
They suddenly stopped digging halfway through.
Now we have meetings every day, but no construction has started.
It seems that they have to wait for some expert group to do it.
Further research.
I’m also quite puzzled.
Isn’t it just a death pit?
There is nothing to study.”
At this time, the people who had been waiting outside the door began to urge him.
The little soldier said hello to Father Gan and ran away without looking back.
Shiry Yang glanced at me meaningfully and pointed at the little soldier who was gradually retreating outside the door.
I nodded: "This is a breakthrough.
We can follow up and have a look."
Wang Qingzheng said in confusion: "What's the point of following them?
They're just a few people standing guard, and they can't lead us up the mountain."
I said, "Are you really stupid or are you just pretending?
I can't tell at all."
Young Master Wang touched his head and expressed confusion.
I prompted him: "Why do you think this group of people wanted to go down the mountain?"
"This, of course, is here to purchase food rations or daily necessities."
"No, they definitely don't go down the mountain to buy things."
Shiry Yang said sharply, "General archaeological teams have dedicated purchasing personnel who are responsible for the daily expenses of the team.
There is no need to send a few soldiers down the mountain to do such a small thing.
What's more, they Everybody carries a gun.”
I nodded and said: "The troops have very strict management of firearms.
They should have come down the mountain to perform a certain task.
Did you hear what the little soldier said just now?
There are meetings on the mountain every day.
This is not a good sign.
There is a meeting.
Just showing up; holding meetings twice to study the problem; holding meetings every day can only mean that the situation is starting to get messy.”
"I see that kid is running happily, it doesn't look like something is going to happen."
Free novels bring you joy and joy ---> storyskyline.net
"Then he should write it all on his face so that you, Mr.
Wang, can see it."
I gave him a disdainful look.
Shiry Yang clapped his hands and said, "Stop making trouble.
Wang Qingzheng, you stay here and guard your luggage.
Lao Hu and I will go see what's going on."
We didn't wait for his answer, then walked away.
At noon, there were far fewer pedestrians on the street, and we didn’t dare to follow them too closely.
Fortunately, even if we looked at the row of camouflage uniforms from a distance, they were still very conspicuous in the crowd.
Shiry Yang and I pretended to be tourists and followed them slowly while visiting the stalls along the way.
After walking for about twenty minutes, we arrived at a dock where the boat was parked.
I was worried.
Could it be that I was wrong?
They were going to take a boat to carry out a mission elsewhere.
If that was the case, we would have no chance to follow them and would have to go back to meet Young Master Wang.
Fortunately, this group of people had no intention of boarding the ship at all.
They just stood on the dock and kept looking around.
Shiry Yang said: "Looking like this, I'm afraid I'm waiting for someone."
An idea flashed in my mind, and I remembered the conversation I just heard in the inn.
"You can't be wrong, they are here to pick up people."
I said excitedly, pointing to the cargo ship passing by.
"Do you still remember what the little soldier said?
The excavation work on the mountain has been stopped, and we have to wait for the expert team to conduct further research. .
They were sent to pick people up, there’s no mistake.”
Shirley Yang took a step back and frowned: "Did you come up with some unreliable idea again?"
: