Early the next morning, Zhai Wantang and his second son Zhai Yongcheng left Niugang Village and went to Ranzhuang with Han Lihong.

Three days later, on the twelfth day of the first lunar month, Zhai Wantang and Zhai Yongcheng returned to Niugang Village.

In the middle of the hall, in the large brazier, a red charcoal fire burned.

The old man Zhai Dongshui is in the center, on the right is the eldest son Zhai Wantang, and on the left are Zhai Wantang's three sons: the eldest Zhai Yonglin, the second Zhai Yongcheng and the third Zhai Yongren.

There were no lights in the room, only the red light of the charcoal fire flickering.

Zhai Wantang and Zhai Yongcheng were both a little excited, and they were talking about what they had seen and felt in Ranzhuang in the past two days.

After listening to the story of this two men, don't say that Zhai Yonglin and Zhai Yongren don't believe it, even the old man doesn't believe it. Don't believe it, red-mouthed and white-toothed, Zhai Wantang and Zhai Yongcheng can't lie, why are they lying?

The only explanation is that these two people are blinded.

This, Zhai Yonglin and Zhai Yongren, the two brothers, didn't dare to say anything, and they didn't dare to say anything, but the old man could.

Regarding the meaning of the old man's words, Zhai Wantang and Zhai Yongcheng are clear. Zhai Wantang is old and can bear it, but Zhai Yongcheng can't.

"Grandpa, Ran Zhuang is really like me and my father said!" Zhai Yongcheng was a little anxious.

Zhai Yonglin didn't dare to say that his father's was not, but he said that his younger brother's was okay, he said: "Second brother, if Ranzhuang is really like you said, then our Baoding Mansion, no, the entire Beizhili has to be booming!" ”

What I said was true, and I didn't mix it with falsehood at all, but others just didn't believe it, and the reason why I didn't believe it was reasonable.

Zhai Yongcheng became more and more anxious, and he was about to cry, and suddenly, his heart moved, and he suddenly remembered something.

This matter is ironclad evidence, ironclad evidence that no one can refute!

Zhai Yongcheng said excitedly: "Grandpa, the people in Ranzhuang, regardless of men, women, and children, have oily faces. There is no one like us here, and their faces are all gray. ”

As soon as Zhai Yongcheng said this, the old man was stunned, he looked at his eldest son and asked, "What Yongcheng said is true?" ”

Zhai Wantang smiled, he nodded solemnly, and said, "Dad, what Yongcheng said is true. ”

The old man fell silent.

Other things can be faked, but this thing can't be faked, if Ranzhuang's face is shiny, it means that the people of the whole village can not only eat enough, but also eat well.

You can only see a few oil stars in a meal, and this kind of meal can be eaten to the fullest, and the face will never be oily.

At this age, Zhai Dongshui is no longer curious about anything, but this thing is not good, this thing is too fresh, it is simply fresh out of the circle.

As the eldest grandson said, if this is the case, then the entire Baoding Mansion will not be booming long ago.

After pondering for a while, the old man asked, "Why did Mr. Han ask me to go by name?" ”

But also, in Ranzhuang, how good can the house be built? This kind of work, Zhai Wantang is fully competent.

Zhai Yongren said: "Grandpa, are they going to do dark work?" ”

The so-called secret work is a civil engineering organ, which is used by large families to hide treasures.

The ancestral craft of the Zhai family is actually not to build a house, but to build a civil engineering mechanism, but this ancestral craft is becoming more and more useless, so it has to change careers.

By now, this craft doesn't even know Zhai Wantang.

After Zhai Yongren finished speaking, Zhai Yongcheng said: "How is this possible, what good things do they have to hide in Ranzhuang?" ”

Tibetan treasures do not refer to gold and silver, but to calligraphy and painting treasures. Like these rich people in the countryside, hiding gold and silver or something, burying it in the ground is much safer than repairing a dark room.

Zhai Wantang said: "Dad, no matter what, we have to take this job." What's more, no matter what troubles there are in the future, it has nothing to do with us. ”

Zhai Dongshui nodded.

Early the next morning, Zhai Wantang set up a car and pulled his old father to Ranzhuang.

At about three o'clock in the afternoon, they arrived at Ranzhuang. As soon as they arrived in Ranzhuang, they were treated with the warmest hospitality.

Wang Laozhong personally accompanied, and the two old guys fell in love at first sight, sitting on the kang head, all over the world, this chatter is endless.

Zhai Dongshui is over seventy, but how has he ever suffered this?

For an elderly person like Zhai Dongshui, who has lived in the countryside all his life, the enthusiasm of the villagers not only moves them the most, but also makes them really comfortable, which is very different from other people's enthusiasm.

Therefore, the old man drank high on the first meal of the wind.

Next, for three days, Wang Laozhong took Zhai Dongshui to walk around in Ranzhuang, they went to the east house, entered the west house, and when they arrived at the meal, they ate at whom's house when they arrived.

This kind of life, Zhai Dongshui has never encountered in his life, this is simply paradise. So, although I knew it was weird, I didn't notice it.

In the evening, when he came back from eating and drinking, he sat on the kang of Wang Laozhong's house, Zhai Dongshui smoked dry tobacco for a while, and said: "Brother, what's the matter with you, can you tell the old brother?" ”

Wang Laozhong smiled and said, "Brother, want to know?" ”

Zhai Dongshui nodded.

Wang Lao Zhong said: "That's okay, brother, you come with me." ”

Saying that, Wang Laozhong and Zhai Dongshui put on their shoes and went to the ground. When he arrived in the courtyard, Wang Laozhong called Zhai Wantang out again.

After Zhai Wantang came out, Wang Laozhong led the two into the warehouse.

After entering the warehouse, Wang Laozhong lit an oil lamp, then carried the oil lamp, walked to the corner of the house, removed a sack containing budding rice sticks, and exposed a wooden board on the ground.

Wang Laozhong moved the plank away again.

After the planks are removed, dismounting is the entrance to a cave.

Wang Laozhong carried the oil lamp down first, then Zhai Dongshui, and Zhai Wantang was the last to go down to the crypt.

Going down, Zhai Dongshui and Zhai Wantang, father and son, were both surprised.

In the countryside, it is not uncommon to dig a crypt at home, but this is obviously not an ordinary crypt. Upon descending, they found that this was not yet a crypt, but just another entrance.

The entrance is one meter above the ground, five feet wide and five feet high, and there is a faint light inside.

Wang Laozhong hung up the oil lamp, pointed to the entrance, and said to Zhai Dongshui: "It's five meters long, it's okay to climb over?" ”

Zhai Dongshui said: "It's okay." ”

Wang Laozhong climbed in first.

After Zhai Dongshui climbed in, he found that this entrance was not straight, but arc-shaped.

After climbing over, it is much more spacious, and you can walk with a slight bend.

The further you go, the brighter the light and the louder the sound.

When it got closer, Zhai Dongshui saw that many people were digging, men, women and children, and they were in full swing. These people are all villagers from Ranzhuang, he has seen most of them, and some of them have eaten at other people's homes.

After walking for a while, Wang Laozhong took Zhai Dongshui and his son into a room.

There were three people in the room, discussing something, and one of them, Zhai Dongshui and Zhai Wantang, recognized it at a glance, it was the young man who went to his house, that Mr. Han.

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