Panzi looked at my face and asked me to take a break, I was a little overwhelmed, so I sat on the wine vat and gasped, and the others repacked their equipment, Junzi had never been in this kind of place, picked up a cold firework, and looked around curiously. said: "I really don't know that there is such a place buried in this Changbai Mountain." This time it's a long eye. ”

"If you go on, there's something you haven't seen before." Pan Zi said on the side: "I estimate that these things obtained by the Dajin Kingdom from plundering the Northern and Southern Song Dynasty back then, and the treasures of the Southern Song Dynasty, either fell into the hands of Genghis Khan, or they must be in this place." ”

"Don't think it's too pretty." The fat man said: "Most of the tribute in the Southern Song Dynasty back then was silk and satin, this kind of thing is not released, and it is not easy to shoot, I think even if there is, it is almost rotten." Let's not always worry about the things in the dungeon, it's better to think more about the immediate interests. So saying, he went to study the vats, and wanted to move a jar to see what was written at the bottom of the jar.

I said to him: "This kind of jar is too rough, don't toss, give it to others to sell haggis pickles, and others don't want it." ”

The fat man said: "Who said I was worried about this cylinder, don't think that you fat grandfather I have to know the weapon." He used a dagger to crack open the seal of a jar of wine, and suddenly a peculiar smell floated out, saying that it was not fragrant, that it was not smelly, that it smelled too much, and that it was quite enjoyable, and I didn't know what kind of wine it was.

I have read a lot of wine in the tombs, but it is the first time I have seen it with my own eyes, and I am curious at this time, so I leaned over to see it.

The wine is black sè, very pure, the water in it has basically gone, only half a jar remains, people who know wine know that this is the characteristic of aged wine, this half jar is where the jīng hua of the wine is, it is really tempting, but no matter how you say it, this thing has been put for too long, I don't know what the shelf life of the year was.

I remember that the oldest wine in China is the wine unearthed in the ancient tomb of the late Shang Dynasty in Henan in 1980, which is now in the Palace Museum, and has a history of about 3,000 years.

The fat man dipped a little with the knife and wanted to taste it, but I grabbed him: "You don't want to die, expired food, beware of food poisoning." ”

The fat man said: "You don't understand, the cellar wine will not be bad for thousands of years, and the wine under the thousand-year-old wine will be immortal after eating, and we will be able to live forever. ”

Before he could finish speaking, Pan Zi came over, and with a kick, he kicked the wine pool over, and the black wine and the wine under the jar were all scattered on the ground. A rich strange fragrance suddenly came to the nose. The fat man was just about to be angry, but Pan Zi said to him: "Don't be angry yet, look at what's in that wine?" ”

The fat man and I turned our heads to look, and saw that there were a lot of dark red sè flocculents in the black sè trough like mud, like fragments of inferior quilts, which we often see in water-soaked coffins.

The fat man flicked with the dagger, and his face changed, and I leaned over to take a look, and suddenly my scalp went numb, and I felt a violent nausea, and I almost threw up.

The red flocculent was the corpse of a baby that had not yet been completely soaked, the flesh had completely melted into the wine, but the skin and bones were there, so it formed a mass of broken cotton wool.

Pan Zi looked at us dumbfounded, squatted down and said: "This kind of wine is called 'monkey head burning', this is not a person, this is a full-term monkey, it is the wine from Guangxi, it may be the cellar wine paid tribute by the Southern Song Dynasty when the Jurchen Dajin was still in its heyday." As he spoke, he patted the fat man, picked up the ball of 'cotton wool' with a dagger, and made a gesture to please use: "I don't know if you can live forever, but I heard that the effect of aphrodisiac is good, you are welcome." ”

The fat man patted it off with a knife in disgust, scolded his mother, and asked Pan Zi: "How do you know how clearly?" Have you fucking drunk this? ”

"I saw this kind of crockpot in Nangong, Shanxi, when Da Kui and another of our guys took out a can, I always thought it was inappropriate, so I didn't touch it, but they didn't care, and they drank it until they saw the bottom before they found the things below, and then Da Kui lay in the hospital for two months for this matter." Speaking of Da Kui, Pan Zi sighed with some emotion: "I'm really good to you, if I have the intention to harm you, I'll wait for you to lick it and then kick over the jar, you are good-looking." ”

The fat man's face twitched, and he wanted to have a seizure without an excuse, and he looked very funny.

At this time, the cold fireworks were extinguished one after another, the darkness hit, we turned on the flashlight again, and the atmosphere around us suddenly became depressed.

After resting for a while, and reopening the road, the fat man wanted to return his precious rifle, and pulled the bolt on the gun, which was actually the habitual action of the man with the gun to give himself courage. He looked at the two graveyards on either side and asked in a low voice, "Where are you going?" ”

We were all settled, and then Junko pointed to the left, "It's safer here." ”

Usually in this case, Pan Zi and I answered, and now a sentence came out of the straight fish, and the fat man was inexplicable, "Why?" ”

Junko used a flashlight to shine on the ground of the Yongdao entrance on the left, and we saw that in a very secret place on the side of the Yongdao, there was a foreign symbol engraved. "I just stumbled upon it, and I think someone is leading the way for you." He said to us.