Chapter 17 on the Legend

1

I carefully identified the porcelain fragments brought out by the archaeological team in the big tent, and found that these porcelain pieces were not high-end utensils. According to the funeral practice of the Qing Dynasty, the funeral goods must be expensive or high-end utensils, and this ordinary tomb is by no means a work that ordinary people dig a grave bag and do it hastily. Judging from the fact that the tomb was built with a tomb road, it can be judged that this is either an official eunuch or a wealthy family, and no matter which one of them, this kind of cheap funerary goods will never be used.

In addition, almost none of these funerary goods are intact, and even if they are damaged over time, they cannot be damaged so completely. Most of those fractures were not caused recently, so it can be concluded that they were broken when they were buried in the burial pit, or they were broken and buried. And who planted the soul-calming laughing grass on the grave?

I was in a daze, when suddenly there was a fierce quarrel outside, and the noise made me unable to think quietly, so I simply went out to have a look.

I saw that Professor Shi and Uncle Lu were arguing with an elderly man at the entrance of the camp, and when I walked over, their conversation became clearer.

"Is there a leader again, I want to see the leader of the voice, I don't talk to the voice, I don't understand..."

"Old man, go back quickly, don't get in the way of our work here." Professor Shi persuaded hard, and Uncle Lu tried his best to stop the old man, but the old man had a lot of strength, and Uncle Lu didn't dare to use force, so he was deadlocked.

At this time, the village secretary rushed over, "Old lady, why are you here again, didn't you say that you won't come?" Come back with me. As soon as the village secretary pulled up the old man, he dragged him to the village, but the old man was still shouting loudly.

"That grave can't be dug up, it's a dead grave can't be dug up, and if you dig it, you will be punished..."

I listened to the old man's nonsense shouting, and I was a little curious, and walked over.

"Professor Shi, what's going on?" While the village secretary was still arguing with the old man, Professor Shi pulled me aside and briefly explained what had happened.

This old man is a lonely old man in the village, who is over 90 years old, has no children and no daughters, but because he was a teacher in the village earlier, he writes a good hand, and he is very prestigious in the village, and the people in the village call him the old lady. Although he is old now, he is very strong, has a cheerful personality, is very kind, and never causes trouble to others. But this time, the village dug up cultural relics to dig up the grave, and the old lady knew about it, but he didn't know why he made a fuss, and he came to obstruct it several times. said a lot of words about cows, ghosts, snakes, and gods, and the village secretary and the archaeological team felt that the old man would naturally believe some ghosts and gods when he was old, and they didn't care about it. After Captain Chen and the others had an accident, the old lady stopped for a while, and probably heard that we were coming, so he made trouble again.

I listened, thoughtfully, and said to Professor Shi, "Professor Shi, please let the old man in, I want to talk to him." ”

"Comrade Xiaokui, we are all staunch Marxist workers, but we can't listen to superstitions and rumors."

"Don't worry, Professor Shi, I just want to find out, and I can comfort the old man."

"Okay then." Professor Shi sighed and walked over to make arrangements, I turned around and walked towards the big tent, and met Dazhe and Ximing, who had just returned from the smiling grass.

"You two came just in time, there's an interesting old man here, let's listen to the story and find inspiration."

"Good!" Yun Ximing readily agreed, but Dazhe didn't understand what he was listening to, and followed into the tent with a blank face.

2

After a while, the village secretary helped the old lady into the big tent, we let the old lady into the chair, he took out the dry tobacco from his pocket, waved his hand to let the village secretary out, and when the village secretary and Professor Shi left the tent, the old lady looked at the three of us and opened his mouth at me.

"Yan'er (Shandong's dialect: little girl), isn't she an ordinary person?" The old lady spoke in a loud voice, not at all like an old man in his nineties.

I smiled and nodded, "The master is not an ordinary person, right?" ”

"I'm just a half-dead person who doesn't need it. Yan'er, do you really want to dig that desolate grave? ”

I nodded, "Old lady, do you know the origin of that desolate tomb?" ”

The old lady shook his head, "It's been too long, I don't know, but if you want to hear the story, the old man can tell the last one." The old lady smoked a dry cigarette again.

Dazhe and Ximing on the side looked at me, both with puzzled expressions, thinking that he could know something earth-shattering, but I didn't expect him to sell Guanzi. We can't say it explicitly, so we can only wait for the old lady to continue.

"Yan'er, I muttered a few words, this Chengxin Village, it was not called this, before liberation, it was called Pawnshop Tun. Eight out of ten families in the village are out of court, do you know what is a court? ”

I nodded, "The good valuator in the pawnshop." ”

"Smart baby, this pawnshop has a lot of courts, especially a family surnamed Jia, doing very well, and also opened his own pawn number in the capital, I heard that there is also the relationship between the eunuchs around Cixi, and the business is very great. But suddenly, one year, he received the number and handicap in the capital and returned to this poor country. Then the rest of the matter is hanging, I heard that their family has been resented, and Hei'er's kung fu is all dead. The old lady stopped smoking again.

"Old lady, how did they die?" Dazhe asked cautiously, he had always been most afraid of these things.

"I don't know, maybe it's a demon who asked for his life, I heard that the grave is in this village, but no one has ever found it, and the desolate grave dug up is not accurate. That grave is a dead grave, and something must have happened to the young leader before. ”

"Old lady, but we don't have any countermeasures just to hear you say this, what else do you know?" Yun Ximing asked.

"Mo, no, that's it, my old bones are standing in the coffin with both feet, these old words are all passed down by my ancestors, Yan'er, whisper to me, fill the pit." The old lady said no more, got up and walked out.

The three of us, you look at me, I look at you, we don't know what to say, and we fell silent for a while.

3

The village secretary enthusiastically brought a cauldron from his villa, set up a fire, called five or six peasant women, and started to work, and the smell of rice suddenly wafted around the camp, and I found that I was already hungry.

While waiting for the big pot of rice, I wandered around the camp and saw Minister Yu lying in a rocking chair outside a tent, which he had been lying like most of the time since we first met in the morning. Uncle Lu told me privately that the old minister used to have great military achievements, but now that he is old, he is always arranged to be idle.

I walked over and found that his face was very pale, but a gray sickness on his face lingered. I opened my yin and yang eyes and looked at him, oh my God, this is.

"You can't help him." Ziyang's voice sounded behind me.

In front of me, there was a blood-red baby lying on the old minister's body, sucking the old minister's blood. It lay on the old minister's shoulder, biting the old minister's neck tightly, as if sensing me and Ziyang, it turned its face towards us, looking at us with red eyes, and blood dripping from the corners of its mouth. I don't know how long this situation has lasted, the old minister has turned pale, almost sucked dry, and only an empty shell remains.

I knew in my heart that it was useless. This is the living silk in the Maoshan technique, and it is also a kind of raising a little ghost, unless you find the person who descends and destroy the bottle where the little ghost is staying, the host will never be freed, and will eventually be sucked dry by the little ghost, and become a walking corpse for the little ghost to drive. However, I will have to pay a great price for this kind of reduction, and I don't know who has such a big enmity with the old minister.