The person next to Ye Qing looked puzzled, looked down for a long time, and when he looked up, he still had a puzzled expression.

Ye Qing squatted down, and most of his figure was blocked by the tea tree behind him.

Liu Miao said: "Bring a shovel." ”

"What?" The expressions of those men changed from confused to dazed.

Liu Miao held the DV and trotted, the camera shook, bypassing a row of tea trees, and arrived at Ye Qing's side of the passage.

Ye Qing stretched out his hand to hold the soil. As you can see, the soil is particularly soft.

There is a slight confusion in the voices outside the screen.

The manager Yang rushed over and asked what was going on.

Liu Miao's voice, Wu Ling's voice......

None of this affected Ye Qing's movements.

After a moment, Ye Qing's movements stopped abruptly, no longer digging the soil, but swept away the soil under his fingers. A dusty thing emerges from the dirt and appears to be stone.

Ye Qing's movements were paused for a moment, and he soon continued to dig the soil. Along the rock, dig through the surrounding dirt little by little, revealing the full picture of the thing.

When Ye Qing took out the thing from the soil, the chatter around him stopped.

It was a Buddha head, a typical Buddha head, with the characteristics of most stone carved Buddha heads, with a bun with a wave pattern on the head, a boxy face, big ears, large earlobes, thin eyes, a straight nose bridge and slightly upturned lips, and a kind expression.

The Buddha's head is very complete, the incision at the broken neck is not neat enough, and it looks like it was slashed with a sharp weapon many times before the Buddha's head was successfully removed.

It's obviously a stone sculpture, but when you see the broken neck, you always have a shocking feeling.

The middle-aged man stammered, "This ...... This is...... What is it? ”

"It's the head of the Buddha." Wu Ling said.

The middle-aged man said "ah" and "ah" several times, "Yes, it's fake, right?" It should be fake, right? ”

His voice was full of anticipation.

"It doesn't look like so. This shape should be a Buddha statue from three or four hundred years ago. Wu Ling's voice was still calm.

Her voice was as stable as Ye Qing's hand holding the Buddha's head and Liu Miao's hand holding DV.

"Three or four hundred years?!" Manager Yang's voice completely changed tone.

The people around whispered.

This history, coupled with the typical shape of the "Buddha's head", this stone is already an important cultural relic.

"Does Manager Yang know how this thing was buried in your tea garden?" Wu Ling turned his head and asked.

This question made Manager Yang's legs weak and leaned on an employee next to him.

The old tea farmer who was following Manager Yang widened his eyes and trembled.

Manager Yang suddenly glared at the old tea farmer, "Thursday Sea!" ”

The old tea farmer was excited, and his legs were weak, but he knelt on the ground with a puff and kowtowed to the Buddha's head again and again.

"Master, master, spare your life! Spare your life! I do not know! I don't know! ”

This is also too much of a reaction.

Liu Miao let out a "huh".

Manager Yang, who asked the guilt, also stopped.

"What do you know?" Ye Qing turned around and faced the old tea farmer.

The old tea farmer was already crying in fright, "I don't know, I really don't know...... I listened to my father...... My dad can't tell, he's dead. ”

"Did your family steal the Buddha's head? Where did you steal it? No, no, it's not about that now...... Alarm! Call the police first! Manager Yang looked at Aoba's person, his cheeks and jaws were constantly moving, probably grinding his teeth.

If there were no people from Aoba who were here and found the Buddha's head, Manager Yang would have easily suppressed this matter and smoothed it out.

Manager Yang glared at the old tea farmer again.

The old tea farmer straightened up and hurriedly waved his hand, "It's not my family who stole it!" My dad has nothing to do with this! Everyone, everyone in the county is going to invite disaster! It's not our family! ”

He kowtowed again and began to weep.

"Mr. Zhou, is it? Don't be in a hurry. Can you tell me what's going on? What did your father tell you? Wu Ling's tone was gentle, and he did not mean to investigate and accuse.

The old tea farmer wiped his tears and snot, looked at the Buddha's head carefully, and did not answer for a while.

Manager Yang had already pointed at him and scolded, "You don't want to say it quickly!" Comrade reporters ask you! Say it! ”

"I, I'm not very clear...... My dad just said that we are all sorry for the people and the monks. Sooner or later, those monks will come to us to settle accounts...... I really don't know. He only said it when he died, and when he said this, his brain was confused, and he said this for several days. I don't know what's going on. The old tea farmer almost swore by the sky.

Manager Yang was a little confused, "What is it?" ”

The old tea farmer turned it upside down, and that's what he said. He looked frightened, and later he was a little incoherent.

"Manager Yang, can you ask a few old people here? Looks like there's some story behind this. Wu Ling said, "The head of the Buddha will be kept together for the time being." Do you think that's okay? ”

Manager Yang's expression changed again and again, and finally squeezed out a smile and agreed.

The progress bar of the video goes to the end.

On March 22, 2009, I asked the people of Qingchazhuang about the situation.

…… Rustling......

"Hello, Mr. Wang?"

"Hey...... That, Manager Yang is good. You guys, how ......"

"Mr. Wang, don't be nervous. We are reporters and want to ask about the history of the green tea house. Have you heard some rumors about monks? ”

"What?"

"Monk, has anyone told you anything about monks? Did your parents, your grandfather's generation, say that? ”

"Well, no, no. Manager Yang, my family is all tea pickers, and no one is a monk. ”

…… Rustling......

“…… You mean, that temple? ”

"It's not that temple, it's something much earlier."

"Earlier...... Earlier, there were no temples and no monks. ”

…… Rustling......

"Whew...... How many people, so let's rest first? It's time for dinner. We are famous for tea here, and there are a few dishes made of tea leaves......"

"Manager Yang, we want to know that story as soon as possible."

"That may be Thursday's father's confusion before he died."

"What does that Mr. Zhou's father do?"

"Huh? It's a tea farmer. His family has been in our colleague for generations. ”

"That's right. Can I ask if there are any other craftsmen here? I have been doing crafts for a long time, and the kind of family that may not have been handed down now can also do it. ”

"This ...... I'll help you inquire and ask. ”

"I'm sorry for you, Manager Yang."

Da, da......

Click! Squeak-bang.

"Ling, do you think this Buddha statue was made by people here, and it is still here?"

"This is the most likely."

"Hmm...... Boss, did he look for you? Do you have a pointer? We've found his head, he's showing the way, and we'll be able to send it back. ”

"Nope. It was left with a few remnants of thought, and it should not be possible to make complicated instructions. ”

(End of chapter)