In order to help the stuffy oil bottle find the lost memory, we came to the hinterland of the 100,000 mountains, known as the Banai of Siberia in Guangxi.

I always thought that this kind of plot of losing memories and searching for memories was unlikely to happen in reality, so I felt a little strange at first. The past of others may be commonplace, but the story behind the stuffy oil bottle should be different, just like reading a suspense novel and participating in it myself, I feel a little apprehensive and excited.

The stuffy oil bottle is as silent as ever, and I am not sure if there will be ordinary entanglements in the hearts of people like him, at least, I admire the patience he shows. I've also had some hesitations, helping him find the past, which is equivalent to pulling him back to reality from his current peace, not knowing whether it's a good thing or a bad thing.

The process of entering the mountain will not be repeated, we followed the clues given to us by Brother Chu, found the stilted building where the stuffy oil bottle used to live, and found an iron box in the dark compartment under the dilapidated bed. Then a series of events occurred, and someone tried to drag the iron box from under the stilt building, but fortunately we found it in time, but the man was obviously very familiar with the environment of the village, and quickly fled into the village road, and disappeared.

Just when we were inexplicable and didn't realize what had just happened, the buckle of the old iron box that the fat man was holding was broken, and the box fell to the ground and flipped open.

It happened very quickly, the three of them didn't react, the box was already on the ground, the lid of the box was wide open, and a fist-sized thing rolled out of it, frozen at the fat man's feet.

The stuffy oil bottle said before that he had some vague memories of this box, saying that the contents of the box might be very dangerous, and we should never open it, so as soon as the box fell to the ground, I subconsciously raised my hand and shrunk my waist and made a defensive gesture.

The fat man didn't have time to react more, he just shrunk his neck, and both of us froze there and didn't dare to move.

I thought it was going to explode, and I didn't have time to think about it at the time, everything was a conditional reversal, but I gritted my teeth and waited for a few seconds, but nothing happened. There were no explosions, and no hidden weapons flew over.

I cautiously opened my eyes and looked at the fat man's feet, and what had fallen out looked like a piece of wood, covered with pimples, which I had never seen before, but which did not seem to be dangerous. The fat man gradually relaxed, and after walking a few steps away, I slowly lowered my hand, wondering: Could it be that the stuffy oil bottle has made a mistake? Or is it because it's been so long that it's gone beyond the expiration date and is out of danger?

Looking at the stuffy oil bottle, he didn't have a special expression, but he was obviously startled.

It's like a firecracker dumb fire, no one dares to see what's going on at the first time, we froze for a moment, and just now the fat man who swore that his life was hard came over. I also went over and saw that the shape of the thing was a bit like a gourd, about the size of a jar cup, and there were some pus-like bumps on the surface, like the skin of a toad making people feel very uncomfortable. After a closer look, it was found that the pustule of this leprosy "gourd" was mixed with the luster of metal rust, and it looked like iron.

The fat man wanted to take it with his hands, but the stuffy oil bottle stopped him, he broke off a pumpkin leaf from the side, wrapped the "iron gourd" and picked it up.

Judging from the feel of his holding the "gourd", it is indeed iron, and the weight is not light. Those iron bumps seem to have been corroded by strong acid or a large amount of gas was caught when casting, and the pus spots of red sè and yellow sè are traces of rust, this thing is a gourd-shaped iron lump, but you can see that there are some ancient patterns on the surface, which are already very blurry, and you can vaguely feel that this is an antiquity.

The fat man looked at it and wondered, "What is it?" Like a cannonball, is it an ancient grenade? ”

I immediately shook my head: "Don't talk nonsense, you buried the grenade under the bed?" ”

The firearms of the Ming Dynasty were already very developed, and the lethality of the "earth-shaking thunder" and the "national surname bottle" was very great, and I have handled some of them, but they were all stuffed - that is, there was no gunpowder - no one could trade a solid one, which was equivalent to trading arms. These firearms were first brought by Fujian fishermen from the sea, and then exchanged for antique commercial goods, but this iron lump is not like seafood, so it should not be a firearm. What's more, burying this thing under the bed, what if it explodes when the weather is dry? The stuffy oil bottle would never do such a heartless thing.

The stuffy oil bottle tossed, sniffed, and shook his head. I asked him if the feeling of danger was still there. He didn't speak but looked strange, looked at the iron gourd and paused for a while, and said, "Only one layer of skin of this thing is iron, and the real thing is wrapped in the iron sheet." ”

I was stunned for a moment: "How can you see it?" ”

The stuffy oil bottle said: "The weight is too light. ”

The fat man was surprised: "Can you fucking weigh it out?" ”

This is not surprising, generally people who deal with antiques, this kind of craft is a must practice, and people who have weighed pure iron or have made molds will know that the weight of a piece of iron is different from the expectations of ordinary people, and the size of a pencil case can not be clamped by people with two fingers.

I said to the fat man: "You can't do the basic skills of becoming a monk halfway, like this kind of kung fu at hand, we have to practice a few more or less." ”

The fat man snorted: "Fat man, why do I spend so much spare time practicing this, how much does it cost to buy an electronic scale." ”

I made a look of disdain, and then asked the stuffy bottle, "What is going to be kept in a tin sheet?" Do you have any thoughts or impressions? ”

The stuffy oil bottle shook his head, and the fat man said: "There used to be a kind of iron-clad gold, and when the gold nuggets were transported, they were covered with iron sheets, which were inconspicuous, but the iron sheets of this thing seemed to be cast, and the weight was light, and it was definitely not gold inside." ”

I haven't heard of "iron-clad gold", I only know that there is a Tibetan mastiff called iron-clad gold, grandpa had one, because of the water and soil adaptation has not been able to raise, and then was kicked to death by the village cows, the fat man said that I don't know if it was nonsense or he really saw it.

What makes me care is the blurred pattern, since there is a pattern, then this thing is at least decorative, not a simple casting. It certainly has a definite use.

"Could it be some iron part?" The fat man said, "For example, the feet of the iron incense burner, or the ornaments of the old wheels?" ”

I said in my heart that it is also possible that I do not have a deep understanding of ironware, which is easy to rust and difficult to preserve in ancient tombs, so it is far less popular in the market than bronze and porcelain. The value of ironware is generally not high, so most people who are involved in antiques are not familiar with it, and I really don't have a clue.

However, since it is an antiquity, and it is still hidden under the bed of the stuffy oil bottle, then this thing must have some origin, and it should be related to what he experienced in this village.

I remembered the fat man's thoughts yesterday, and I had a guess in my heart, the fat man said that there might be an ancient tomb near Sheephorn Mountain, so what happened may be this: the stuffy oil bottle may have been in the archaeological team of Wenjin back then, and this "gourd" may have been something they brought out from that ancient tomb. But for some reason, the little brother hid this "gourd", otherwise it would be difficult to explain its origin.

The fat man frowned: "I also speculate that this is the case, so when the little brother put Dong xīzàng up, he was obviously guarding against something, and the situation at that time was probably very complicated." ”

There must be hostility if there is vigilance, which shows that what happened to the archaeological team here will not be as simple as Agui said.

The three of them were silent for a moment, I felt a little comfortable and a little depressed, happy that I got a lot more information here than I imagined, and I was depressed that these information could only roughly outline the general appearance of "an event", and I couldn't touch the details.

Wen Jin appears here, Agui is only seventeen or eighteen years old in the photo, and now Agui must be in his early forties, so it was more than twenty years ago. At that time, it was around the time of the Xisha incident, so Wen Jin should have appeared here not long before the Xisha accident - they went to Xisha after they left here - I didn't see anyone else in the photo, and it is unknown whether Wen Jin came here with another team or with the Xisha archaeological team.

The stuffy oil bottle was tied up by the Vietnamese here as Ah Kun, the time should be five or six years ago, and there was a difference of fifteen years in the middle, what was he doing in the past fifteen years? I feel very problematic, with his skills, those Vietnamese are definitely not opponents, even if the other party has a gun, it is not a problem for me to escape, why should I be tied up as piglets? Could it be that he designed the meeting with Chen Pi Ah Si? These are all questions.

"Could the person who robbed us just now have something to do with this matter?" The fat man asked, looking in the direction in which the man had disappeared.

When I remembered this, I asked them, "Did you see his face just now?" ”

"Fuck, that guy runs faster than a rabbit, let alone his face, he didn't even see his ass clearly, I only saw this man unkempt, his body shape was about the same as yours, and he disappeared as soon as he slipped through the smoke."

Who is this man, and I say to my heart? We're here to be unobtrusive, is this a thief who is simply following us, or is it an insider? This surprised me, a little bit of a shadow of a shadow, if he wasn't a simple thief, then he must have something to do with it, then we're in a bit of a bad situation right now, and we have to close the door and go to bed late.

"Wait a minute, let's ask Agui, that man is like a madman, maybe he knows something." The fat man said, "What now?" We can't take this iron gourd, or wait to find a blacksmith to see if we can melt some of it. ”

I don't know, the wisdom of the working people is infinite, and I know that there is a way to deal with this kind of thing, and you can use sulfuric acid to dissolve the iron shell little by little. Look at these rotten lumps, I guess someone has done this before, but for some reason it didn't work out and stopped.

Maybe the person who does this is a stuffy oil bottle. I had a feeling that he had the impression that this thing was dangerous, probably that he had discovered it when he dissolved the iron seal, and that he might have suddenly noticed some sign of danger that made him so impressed that he immediately stopped working. Now he had forgotten everything, but the impression was still in his mind, and he felt uneasy.

Of course, this is a complete speculation. Even though I feel like it's likely.

The fat man jumped and said, "Sulfuric acid is easy to do, I'll go to the fertilizer station and ask for some." ”

I said in my heart that it was better not to move that thing easily, and told him to take it easy, and then I could take it to Agui to ponder it carefully, and let the stuffy oil bottle take a closer look.

The stuffy oil bottle put the iron gourd back into the iron box, flipped the lid, and the fat man immediately picked it up: "Yes, today is a harvest, I have to watch this thing closely, you hurry up and go in again, the girl will be back later, hurry up." ”

I remembered that Brother Chu had not seen the photo I told me, and I said that it was the right thing, so I immediately got up and walked to the window.

As soon as I stood up and hadn't taken two steps, the stuffy oil bottle suddenly noticed something and grabbed me. When I looked at his eyes, I immediately felt that something was wrong, and I hurriedly followed his gaze and was stunned. I saw a few villagers standing on the hillside of a stilted building, who didn't know when they appeared, looking at us with a gloomy face.