The tied-up armadillo seemed to feel that it was about to be in disaster, and kept twisting its body.
Unfortunately, its limbs were tied, making it difficult for it to perform its stunt of escaping from the ground.
It turned to show weakness, rolling its small, dark and translucent eyes, and kept looking at Shiry Yang.
"Hey, this little beast has become a sperm."
The fat man stood up on tiptoes and kicked it gently, turning it upside down.
Then he said viciously, "Don't look bad in front of me.
You have now been divided into the opposite side of the people.
Look at the scars in this room that cannot be erased.
Think about everyone's heart broken by you.
You have to pay for it."
Are you up?"
"Okay, okay.
Forget it.
If you talk to a beast, it's all in vain.
It's a waste of saliva.
Those who don't understand, they think you are that cow."
"I'm happy, but do you care?"
The fat man raised his hand and clapped his hands a few more times before standing up with satisfaction.
Shiry Yang looked at me, and then started to ask Master Shu how to deal with it.
After all, this is someone else's home, and we can't make the decision.
After struggling for so long, Master Shu was unwilling to continue to pester him.
The old man waved his hand and said quite openly: "It's best if you take it away if you want.
Out of sight and out of mind, I don't want to care."
Seeing Master Shu being so free and easy, I immediately breathed a sigh of relief, but I still told Si Yan in person to go back and settle the compensation from the store's accounts.
It is said that brothers will settle accounts clearly, not to mention that we are still separated by generations.
The little thing was very alert.
It tilted its head and looked like an elf, as if it could understand people's words and was no longer as reserved as before.
Shiry Yang and Fatty worked together to lift it onto the long table.
She pointed to the crack between the scales and said, "I sewed this suture myself yesterday.
Look at the wound.
Not only has new flesh grown, but the broken ones have also grown."
The nails have healed.
I've never seen an animal with such amazing resilience."
Upon closer inspection, the scales all over the body of the nine-banded armadillo appear even brighter, like oiled black iron armor, black and shiny with an eye-catching sheen.
Compared with the embarrassed and trapped beast yesterday, it was as majestic as the dog brought out by the Erlang Shen family.
The few of us fell into silence, and we didn't know what to say for a while.
Qin Siyan suddenly pushed up his glasses, raised his head and asked, "Why does it come back now that it has escaped?"
"Ah," the fat man blinked and said scornfully, "Where has your elm head gone to?
We haven't even figured out the most important issue, so why bother thinking about irrelevant things?
You said it took some magic medicine overnight, and the wound healed on its own without even a scar.
Is this scientific?
This is not scientific."
"No, this question is very important."
Shiry Yang said firmly, "The armadillo itself does not have such an amazing recovery ability.
It must have relied on some external force to recover in a very short time.
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And the answer is very It might be buried beneath our feet."
I nodded: "What you mean is that it ran away overnight to heal itself, and its adventurous return is likely to be related to the truth behind it."
The fat man perked up as soon as he heard this: "According to your analysis, could it be that there is some kind of treasure hidden under the ground that can transform decay into muscle?
I think what Shiry Yang said makes sense.
How about we move around and do some research?"
He said to me A shoveling motion, and then a smile.
How could I not know the evil ideas in the fat man's head?
But if he really demolished someone's house in front of Master Shu, that would be too unkind.
When Mr.
Xue asked later, how should he explain it?
"We thought there might be an ancient tomb buried under Mr.
Shu's house, and there might be some good things in it, so we dug it up and took a look."
If you really say that, I'm sure Mr.
Xue will just pick up a gun and kill a few of us.
I was in a dilemma and kept silent about going to the field.
In order to change the subject, I turned around and asked the old man: "Why haven't Luo Liu come to help me after a long time of trouble?"
"He is going to take care of the vegetable garden in the morning.
I originally thought that you would stay a few more days, and I specifically asked him to pick two more fresh vegetables.
Now, old man, I am not in the mood anymore.
Please pack up and take this little beast with you. ” Although Master Shu issued an eviction order, I was still very concerned about the underground cave, so I said shamelessly: "We are not busy, it is eight or nine o'clock in the sun.
Look at the house like this, everyone feels very sorry.
How about we stay a few more days and help with the repairs?
To be honest, when I was in the army, I served as an engineer."
"No need," Master Shu said firmly with a straight face, "You have almost demolished the house in just one night.
If you stay here for a few more days, don't go to the house and undo the tiles.
Get out of here."
Shiry Yang was so thin-skinned that she glared at me in shame, turned around and went upstairs to pack her bags.
The fat man slowly moved his steps and came close to me and whispered: "A good man will not suffer the consequences of the present.
We will be a good man again in thirty years.
Just find another opportunity."
I recalled my past work experience, and I have no experience working on the foundations of private houses at all.
What if someone accidentally digs it and collapses it?
Besides, even if there is something underground, it belongs to the American people and has lasted for four hundred years.
History is incomparable to what our ancestors left behind.
Instead of spending that time thinking about it, it would be better to get on the road early and accompany Shirey Yang back to her hometown to visit the grave.
I lowered my head and glanced at the armadillo lying on the table, and sighed secretly: "You damn thing is really good.
If it weren't for your kid, where would you come from with all this nonsense?"
When the armadillo saw me talking to it, it actually raised its ears to listen like a human being.
It stared at me for a while, then suddenly raised its head, arched its back and stood upright.
This guy was already big, and he looked even bigger when he stood up.
I was afraid that it would explode and hurt someone, so I immediately picked up the shovel and rushed towards it.
But the armadillo made no further moves, and it didn't seem like it had any intention of attacking us.
I continued to observe and saw its abdomen relaxing up and down rhythmically, and then vigorously shaking its front paws.
None of us understood the meaning of its action.
We all looked at each other, wanting to see what it was going to do.
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But the armadillo swayed for a long time, which made people's eyes dazzled and still couldn't get a clue.
Qin Siyan said: "Could it be some kind of signal, just like the eight-character dance of bees, it represents a certain meaning?"
Master Shu took over the conversation and added: "I have slaughtered a lot of these kinds of game in my shop, but I have never seen anything like this.
It's strange, it's really strange."
When I thought about this group of people, only Shiry Yang was well-informed and knew a lot about armadillos, so I asked Siyan to find her and come over to see what was going on.
Unexpectedly, as soon as he turned around, the armadillo suddenly let out a strange cry, opened its long mouth and spit out a ball of black mud into the air.
The black-gray mud fell to the ground with a "pop" sound, and a pungent rotten smell filled the air.
I poked it with a shovel a few times, and a hint of luster appeared in the mud.
The fat man had sharp eyes and exclaimed: "Copper coins" An ancient coin appears in an armadillo's vomit.
This is a strange thing that no one would have imagined.
I originally thought that the fat man had seen it wrong, but after careful identification, I found that it was indeed a bronze Brother Kong Fang wrapped in the mud.
Siyan has followed Mr.
Xue for many years and is very good at identifying ancient objects.
He took two old toothbrushes from Master Shu, along with half a cup of water and a spoonful of boiling oil.
He scrubbed them alternately and quickly cleaned up the black mud on the outside of the copper coins.
Shiry Yang was packing his luggage upstairs.
When he heard us shouting that we had discovered the ancient coins, he immediately brought them back.
When she saw the year number on the back of the ancient coin, she shook her head and said, "I have never seen this type of font.
Can you understand which dynasty the object is from?"
Fatty and I have been in the antique shop for a while, and we have seen quite a few rare and rare treasures.
Even if we don't know about them, we can make up a list of them.
The ancient coin in front of us seems ordinary, but the year number on it is something that even we can't figure out.
There is only one mark on the entire coin, which does not look like Chinese characters when viewed horizontally or vertically.
The complicated and intricate strokes look a bit more awkward than oracle bone inscriptions
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