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As the name suggests, the urn coffin is to use a jar instead of a coffin to hold the body, which is a very rare burial method for thousands of years.

Among them are stone jars, ceramic jars, bronze jars, etc., but the most common are ceramic jars.

Although this way of going to the tomb is rare, it is not unheard of for people like Zhang Meng and Fat Man who have been fighting all year round. It's just that they don't know as much about urn coffins as ordinary coffins.

At this moment, the fat man smacked his lips and said, "Good winter, how can there be such a thing in this place?" After speaking, regardless of Zhang Meng and 1adyna, he rushed ahead of Zhang Shaoye and ran to those huge jars that were more than half a person tall.

Although these jars are buried deep in the soil and only the top half is exposed, they are more than a meter tall when roughly calculated, and the thickness is about the same as the waist of a fat man. Although the outside of the jar is full of dust because of its age, judging from the wavy gold pattern, it is not something that ordinary people can bury.

Seeing that the fat man seemed to be particularly interested in the urn coffins in front of him, 1adyna asked Zhang Meng in a low voice: "What is the origin of this urn coffin?" ”

Zhang Meng shook his head: "I won't know until I open it." ”

"I'll have to ask the fat man." The fat man, who was holding a small brush to clean the dust on the surface, saw that it was 1adyna who asked a question, and immediately offered his courtesy: "The urn coffin is actually quite worthless." ”

"Really?" 1ady Na frowned, although she is doing archaeology, but Huaxia has not unearthed any urn coffins in the past few decades, so 1ady's knowledge in this area is blank.

"The fat man is right." Zhang Meng looked at the row of jars solemnly and said, "The urn coffin is indeed not worth a few in our tomb robbery world. ”

"Why?" 1Ady asked.

"It's because of what's inside." Zhang Meng spit out everything he knew: "The urn coffin is usually not used to hold adults, but children who die horizontally, or young children who die young, because the children who die too young and do not perform the 'coming-of-age ceremony', so they cannot be buried in the ancestral grave according to the ancient family rules." Because in ancient times, many parents would use urns, clay pots and other things to hold the corpses of their children and bury them in their yards. ”

"In a burial method like this, you generally don't add burial goods to the jar, and even if there is, there are only one or two pieces. In addition, Tufuzi's ancestor has repeatedly explained that the things in the urn coffin are particularly fierce, so many Tufuzi are respectful of this kind of coffin. ”

"Oh."

Just when Zhang Meng explained the urn coffin to 1adyna in detail, the fat man who had just brushed out a jar with a brush hugged the jar and pulled it out like a turnip, and shouted Zhang Meng and others: "Come here, come over and help the handle." ”

Seeing that the fat man looked happy to see the hunt, 1ady Na reminded in a cold voice: "Didn't Zhang Meng say it? There's no funeral goods in there, so you don't have to be so excited. ”

"The head is long and the knowledge is short, you know a fart." The fat man said impatiently.

Seeing that 1adyna was going to fight with the fat man, Zhang Meng hurriedly ran over to help the fat man move out the urn coffin buried in the soil at the bottom, and then explained to 1adyna: "In ordinary urn coffins, a round hole will be chiseled at the bottom, which is to let the soul of the deceased come out of the jar and be reincarnated. The fat man probably didn't do this for greed for money, but wanted to confirm whether this was an urn coffin or not. ”

"Cut!" The fat man who had checked the jar sat down on the ground, and then stretched out his fat fingers to calculate.

Looking at him like this, Zhang Meng and 1ady Na were all a little confused, so they could only wait.

"I said, don't look at me like that, okay!" The fat man said.

"It's okay not to look at you, say, what are you thinking?" 1Ady asked.

"Just your eyes." The fat man didn't seem to have any intention of hiding it, he looked at Zhang Shaoye, who didn't say a word from beginning to end, and said, "Actually, Zhang Quede only said a part of the introduction of the urn coffin just now. ”

"What else did I fall on?" Zhang Meng asked puzzled.

"Of course you fell a lot of things, and most importantly." The fat man said, "See for yourself what kind of place this is?" Tomb of Lao Tzu! Grandma's! The last thing you should ignore is Taoism. ”

"Taoist?" Zhang Meng muttered to herself, then slapped her thigh, and crawled to check the jars again.

"What's the matter with the Daoist family?" 1Adyna asked.

"These urns are not filled with the corpses of children, but some young Taoists." The fat man said.

"Little Daotong?" 1ady smacked, and the more she felt that these jars were starting to get eerie.

"Remember everything we saw in Kunlun Mountain? Generally, after the Taoist priest is feathered (died), there are two ways to bury it, one is to put it in a coffin and bury it normally, and the other is called sitting in a vat, that is, the body of the Taoist priest is sat in a large vat, and the mouth of the jar is sealed with mud and lime, and it is piled up in rows. That's why I said that in addition to the children who died in ancient times, there were also bull-nosed Taoist priests who used urn coffins. ”

"That's what Laizi said too?" Zhang Meng knew that the fat man was a few pounds and a few taels, and he must have been taught by Laizi.

"That's nature." The fat man was triumphant.

Just when Zhang Meng and 1adyna were already convinced of the fat man's words, Zhang Shaoye, who had been tilting his face next to him and looking like a peacock arrogantly, suddenly let out a clear voice of disdain.

The fat man was immediately unhappy: "What's the matter? Fat man, I can't say it's wrong. ”

"The next time you're trying to show off your skills, remember to look at these jars clearly." Zhang Shaoye said word by word, for fear that the fat man would not be able to hear clearly.

"What's wrong with these jars?"

Seeing that the fat man hadn't figured it out yet, Zhang Shaoye reminded: "You check the manufacturing time of these jars." ”

"Manufacturing time?"

"Yes." Zhang Meng immediately understood what his father Zhang Shaoye meant, and hurriedly explained: "Judging from the raw materials of these urn coffins, all of them are the most primitive clay, and Taoism, even if it is counted from Lao Tzu, is only in the late Spring and Autumn Period, but the time of these jars is even earlier. ”

"So, the fat man guessed wrong, it can't be a little Taoist boy in the jar at all." After such an analysis by Zhang Shaoye's father and son, 1ady Na also understood.

"It can't be." The fat man didn't seem to expect that his inference would come out of such a big basket, but he still couldn't believe it: "Since you said that this urn coffin is not filled with a little Taoist boy, what is it contained?" ”

In the face of the fat man's provocation, Zhang Shaoye didn't care, as if he was giving a lesson to Zhang Meng, the fat man, and 1adyna, and said slowly: "Judging from the known information, these urn coffins should be produced in the Neolithic Age. ”

"I'll go!" Seeing that Zhang Shaoye said that these urn coffins were the products of the Neolithic Age, the fat man couldn't hold back any longer, and burst out laughing on the spot: "You just say that these broken jars were made by prehistoric humans, and I am helpless." ”

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