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In 1983, I met Wang Hu while I was repairing the river.

Wang Hu is a native of Beijing, nicknamed Huzi. He is not a good ingredient, and he is a capitalist family. In order to let Wang Hu have a good future, the family passed Wang Hu to the poor peasant uncle's family in Luan County.

Wang Hu was still young at that time, but now that he has grown up, he finds that the poor peasants are a little unpopular again, and now everyone has begun to chase after 10,000 yuan households again.

When the river was repaired, Huzi and I were a burden, and we carried the big basket one after the other, carrying the river sand from the bottom of the river to the riverbank, and our shoulders were red and swollen and bleeding, just to earn a subsidy of eight cents that day.

After coming and going, Wang Hu and I became acquainted, and when we ate at noon, Wang Hu complained: "Do you say I am wronged? If I hadn't been transferred to the countryside back then, I would have shared a house in Beijing now. My family was rehabilitated, the house was divided according to the household registration, and my brothers and sisters also found jobs, some became teachers, and some became workers. I'm the only one left here to repair the river, and I'm more wronged than fucking Dou E. ”

I said, "I am a brick of socialism, and I can move it wherever it is needed." There is a problem with your enlightenment. ”

Wang Hu said: "I feel that I am suitable to be a soldier to defend the motherland, stand on the border of the motherland with a steel gun in my arms, and stand up for every shift for the people." Or I can be a train driver, why should I build a river here! There are so many people who repair the river, I am not one of them, and I am more suitable for challenging positions. My fiery red heart is burning, you know? I desperately want to make a greater contribution to the country and its people, you know?! ”

I smiled and said, "You can transfer your hukou back again." ”

"Where is it so easy to transfer the hukou, it was passed on to my uncle at the beginning, but it was through the formal procedures handled by the Revolutionary Committee. It is easy to transfer an urban hukou to a rural hukou, but don't even think about changing a rural hukou to an urban hukou. I have only been happy for a few years since I went from a capitalist to a poor peasant, but now the wind has changed again, and the capitalists are popular again. Why can't I change back if I want to? Who can do justice to me! ”

As he spoke, Wang Hu angrily poked the shovel to the bottom of the river, but before he could poke it, he heard a bang. Wang Hu and I were stunned for a moment, Wang Hu pulled twice with a shovel, and a purple-black wooden board appeared at the bottom of the river.

Wang Hu and I were both curious, and began to shovel away the river sand on it with shovels, but we didn't expect that the plank would get bigger and bigger the more we cleaned it, and finally we found something like a box.

Wang Hu looked left and right, and whispered, "Old Chen, don't be quiet." ”

I don't know what I'm doing, but looking at Wang Hu's appearance, there seems to be some secret. After the burial, Wang Hu put his arm around my shoulders and whispered in my ear: "Old Chen, God knows, you know and I know." ”

"What's in this box? Dig it out and open it up! I said curiously.

Wang Hu whispered: "This is a coffin. ”

I thought about it for a while, and my heart said it was wrong. I said, "No, the coffin won't be so small." ”

"Vertically, this is the water rushing down from the mountain." Wang Hu whispered, "I see, this coffin is made of fine ebony, with nine layers of lacquer, and there are patterns of flowers and birds on it. There's definitely something in stock inside. ”

I half-convinced, "No." ”

Just at this time, the captain came over and asked us what we were doing when we weren't working. Wang Hu suddenly covered his stomach and said that he couldn't hold it back, so he asked me to carry a cotton coat to block him, he unbuttoned his pants at this time, squatted here and pulled a bubble of. The big girls not far away were all far away, and some married women began to scold him and beat him with dirt.

But this method worked, and until dark, no one came to my section with Wang Hu, and safely guarded the secret of this coffin.

Our accommodation was in Dalonggou, three miles away, and I fell asleep after a day's work. As I slept soundly, I dreamed that a pair of claws reached out and grabbed my head, and I was so frightened that I opened my eyes violently. At this time, a hand covered my mouth and said, "Lao Chen, it's me, Huzi." ”

I sat up and whispered around the quilt: "You're sick, you don't sleep at night, what are you doing!" ”

"Get up and come with me." Huzi used a flashlight to shine a flashlight on the clothes on the kang, threw the sweater to me and said, "Don't miss the opportunity, don't miss it again, Lao Chen, after tonight, maybe we will send it." Put on your sweater, oh, you're wearing your sweater backwards......"

It was particularly windy that night, and the spring northwest wind wrapped the sand of Inner Mongolia to form a sandstorm.

We both carried shovels, and Huzi carried a green canvas satchel.

We couldn't shine three meters with flashlights, and the road was one foot deep and one foot shallow, and we didn't know how many heels we fell, but we still touched the place with memory.

The place was found, but the exact location was a little hard to find in this dark night.

Fortunately, there was still Huzi's soaked as a mark, and the two of us lowered our heads and groped forward foot by foot. Finally, after ten minutes of fumbling around, we found the.

Huzi unloaded the satchel on his body and threw it on the ground, and inside the satchel was a pry and an axe. He spat into the palm of his hand, picked up the shovel and dug it up.

I set up my flashlight and dug with Huzi.

When we were repairing the river, we worked slowly, but at this time, it was as if we had installed a small electric motor on our bodies and were crazy.

What was cleaned out was the head of the coffin, which was about two meters long and about one and a half meters wide. It's a big coffin. Huzi said while digging: "Lao Chen, this is called Tiangong Zuomei, this wind, no one will come to patrol the night." ”

I said, "How deep! ”

Huzi said: "Lao Chen, let's dig a groove from the side and put the coffin down, and as soon as this coffin is poured, we can open it." ”

Next, we started digging next to the coffin and dug out a trough just enough to put the coffin, which we only dug for an hour. On this windy day, the hot sweat continued, and I drank all the water in the back pot.

After digging it out, Huzi and I went to the other side of the coffin, Huzi shouted one, two, three, and we pushed hard, and the coffin slowly fell down. There was a thud when it landed.

The wind blew harder and stronger, and the sand hit the face painfully. But now I felt my blood boiling and my whole body trembling. We lay on top of the coffin, shining flashlights at each other and looking at each other. I saw that Huzi's eyes were already moist with excitement, and he said, "Lao Chen, we will send it after tonight." When I have money, I want to go back to Beijing, what about you? ”

I said, "I don't know. But I know, I want to get rich. ”

Huzi pulled the satchel over at this time and took out the crowbar. I shone my flashlight, and he picked up the crowbar and inserted it under the lid of the coffin. With a hard prie, there was a creak, and the lid of the coffin opened a crack. Then, he turned in a circle, pried out along the gap, and pried around the coffin lid three times before the coffin lid could be considered to be pried off.

The lid of this coffin is ten centimeters thick, and this ebony is dead and heavy, and Huzi and I are also considered to be strong, and we used our best strength to shout one, two, three to lift the coffin lid down. After throwing it aside, we took a flashlight and looked inside, thinking that there should be a corpse inside, but what we saw was that there was a coffin inside.

This coffin is the same size as a normal coffin, and it is placed in the center of this large coffin. I muttered, "Didn't you rush from the Soviet Union, the Soviet Union was popular with nesting dolls." ”

Huzi said: "Lao Chen, you don't understand this, the coffins of large families are double-layered, the outer layer is called the coffin, and the inner layer is called the coffin." Coffin, this is a set. This shows that there are goods inside. ”

At this time, the two of us shone their flashlights into the space between the coffins, in which there were some broken porcelain, Huzi jumped in and picked up the bottom of a bottle, and said: "Lao Chen, it's all broken porcelain, if it is not broken, any piece is worth two or three thousand." ”

I said, "You flip through it." ”

"No, it's all broken porcelain." Huzi said, "I don't know how far I rushed down the mountain, and after countless rolls, there can be no good ones." This family is too, why don't you get some gold and put it inside. ”

Huzi kicked back and forth with his feet around him, never finding a single intact thing. He looked a little disappointed, but then he reached the crowbar to the lid inside. The coffin lid is much thinner than the coffin cover, and the coffin nails are also three points shorter. Huzi pried the coffin lid open in a few clicks, and we stepped on the coffin board with both feet, and as soon as we bent down, we directly lifted the coffin lid.

Then we shouted one, two, three, threw the lid out, and slammed it into the riverbed with a pop.

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