On this small hillside, there are several beekeeping boxes, and when I see these natural apiaries, I suddenly think of those fragrant and sweet honeys, and the cravings in my stomach begin to surge.

"Grandpa, did you bring me here to pick honey?" I asked, thinking that this would be a nice thing.

The old man shook his head, and then I saw him reach out and count the boxes, and after a while he stopped and beckoned me to come over.

As soon as I had gone up, he led me to a box, and he removed the box and set it aside, and he picked up a shovel and dug through the dirt.

After about half an hour, he dug a hole in the ground, and then he finally stopped, and then crouched down and dug the dirt on the ground with his hands, and after a while he suddenly said, "Found it!" ”

Curious, I stepped forward and saw that under the pit was a bottom made of green bricks, and I wondered if this was a tomb.

"What is this?" I asked tentatively.

"It's buried underneath, but it's all treasures!" The old man smiled.

Baby? Could it be a tomb? Damn, this is also a surprise!

The old man squatted down and broke the green bricks little by little with his hands, and I realized that these green bricks were not made of bricks at all, but neatly placed side by side.

After the old man took off the green bricks, there was actually a wooden plank underneath, and I suddenly felt inexplicable, what kind of tomb is this?

When he took the plank away, I found that there was a cement pit in the ground, and there was a large military bag in the pit, and the old man picked it up without saying a word.

He picked up the military bag with the handle of the shovel and said to me, "Let's go, let's go back first!" ”

I nodded and followed him, I suddenly had mixed feelings in my heart, I didn't know what was going on, I thought it was a tomb, but I didn't expect it to be a pit.

But the old man said that they were all treasures, what kind of treasures could they be? I can't wait to find out.

After coming back, the old man put the military bag on the table and opened it, only to find that the treasures that the old man said were actually just some gadgets, and they were very old-fashioned, and I said I didn't understand.

The old man told me that these are the tools that the grandfather used when he went to fight, two Luoyang shovels, a military mining lamp, and a lock rope, and all kinds of tools needed to fight.

The most remarkable thing is that I actually found that there is also an 1896 pistol inside, this pistol has 10 rounds, the 7.63mm caliber body is petite and light, and the target can be far away, and the sound is very small, the older generation is called the iron box, produced in Germany in 1916.

In today's society, guns are not allowed to be held at will in China, and it is impossible for ordinary people like us to encounter real guns.

Anyway, I've learned to shoot before, and it's hard for me to use a gun, but I'm a little worried, things like these have been buried in the ground for more than 80 years, can this still be useful?

"Grandpa, that's all the babies you are talking about?" I expressed some disappointment, what does this inverted bucket need, grandpa Taizu made a list, wouldn't it be better for me to procure it? I don't think it's useful to keep these things!

And is Grandpa Taizu idle, but because of this little thing, he asked the old grandfather to guard for him for a lifetime, he can bring these to Beijing and hand them over to his grandfather, why bother so much? I was very puzzled by it.

"This is a tool that your grandfather used to fight back then, if you don't have these treasures, you won't be able to fight smoothly."

I exhaled and said, "These things were treasures back then, but now, after all these years, can they still be used?" ”

I can't help but scold Grandpa Taizu in my heart, just for these broken copper and iron, I actually let this old man stick to his lifelong promise, what is this for?

It's just that when I think of this, I suddenly feel that something is wrong, the old man said that he just said that he was fighting? I don't remember telling him what I was here for! Could it be that all this is something that my great-grandfather expected? Just waiting for the day I came?

I hurriedly asked, "Grandpa, you just said that I was fighting?" That's how you know? Is it because my great-grandfather told you something? ”

"Of course it is! Otherwise, old man, how could I be so clever? Don't underestimate these things, you can't buy them now. The old man said.

"I see, but I'm just worried about whether these things can still be used?" I asked, shrugging my shoulders.

"Of course you can!" The old man lined up the tools in the military bag one by one, "This thing is new as when it was buried, there is no change, it is your heavenly grandfather has a way, and it is well maintained." ”

"Does it really work?" I was a little unconvinced.

"You don't believe it? Look at it! After the old man finished speaking, he took the pistol and loaded it, and then he looked outside the door, and with a "bang", I saw an object fall from the eaves on the opposite side.

I ran up to see that it was a little sparrow who had just rested on the eaves and was shot and killed, and the rest of my companions had already flown far away, but I didn't expect this shot to be so powerful.

When I went back, the old man said, "How is it?" Awesome, right? ”

I thought to myself, it's amazing, it's just amazing! I didn't expect this old man to be over 90 years old, not only his health is good, but also his eyesight is so good, and the most surprising thing for me is that his marksmanship is so powerful.

"Grandpa, your marksmanship is really good." I sighed.

"Hehe, old man, I carried a gun at the age of five, can it be good?" The old man said proudly.

I nodded in agreement, "It's great!" ”

At noon, the old man went to the vegetable field to pick some fresh vegetables, then killed a chicken, and lunch passed.

After lunch, the old man brought out a stone tile pot, and then I don't know what leaves were in it, I saw him take a stick about one meter long, thicker than his arm, to grind the leaves in the stone tile pot.

After the old man made it, he made a scoop of water and poured it into the stone tile basin, and then stirred it well with a spoon, he filled me with a bowl of porcelain bowl and handed it to me, "Come, try this, this is the special tea soup of our hometown." ”

I took the bowl and said "thank you", but I looked at the black tea in the white porcelain bowl, to be honest, I felt so dirty at first, I didn't dare to drink it, but looking at the kind face of the old man, I couldn't say no.

This book was first published in Reading Books