Chapter 24 Stilted Wooden Building

(Continued tomorrow)

I was trying to ask the question in my mind. But as soon as I looked up at Lan, before I could open my mouth, I saw her turn around and walk up.

"Hey." I shouted.

Lan stopped and turned to look at me. After staring at each other for about a second, seeing that I didn't speak, Lan turned around and continued walking.

"Let's go, keep up." The fat man patted me on the shoulder. I groaned, picked up my backpack and hurried to follow.

"You're hurt?" I asked, following Ran.

"Hmm." Lan said.

"Damn, you can get hurt." The fat man in the back smacked his lips and said, "How did you hurt?" ”

Lan in front didn't speak, and he didn't say anything.

The fat man saw that Lan ignored him, thinking that Lan didn't hear it. So I asked again. Lan still didn't say anything.

"Hey, what's wrong with her?" The fat man poked me in the back and whispered.

"I don't know. Women's hearts are needled, don't think about it. I replied in a whisper. Then, as if remembering something, he turned his face and asked the fat man: "Hey, are there any bandages?" ”

The fat man was stunned for a moment and asked, "Why do you want bandages?" You're hurt? ”

"Are you stupid?" I pouted at Lannunu, who was walking in front, "Didn't you see her hurt?" ”

The fat man sighed and said, "The fat man never wears a bandage." After a pause, he said: "Since ancient times, those who have done this business have been rough people, and if you are injured or something, you can just tear a piece of cloth and bandage it." It's really not good, just a few handfuls of grass on the side of the road can stop the bleeding. It's not that pretentious. As I spoke, I heard a "stab" sound behind me. I subconsciously looked back and found that the fat man was holding a strip of cloth as long as an arm's length in his hand. When I looked again, it turned out that the fat man had ripped off the sleeve of his left hand.

"Whoa." The fat man handed me the sleeve.

I took the sleeve and chased after Ran. "Hey"

Lan looked back at me. I was slightly stunned, and then raised the sleeve in my hand. said, "I'll re-bandage you." With that, I walked up and tried to untie the strip of cloth from Lan's arm.

"I'll do it myself." Lan took the sleeve and bit it into his mouth, then went to untie the strip of cloth on his arm.

I saw that the strips of cloth had long been soaked in blood. Blood shines through the black strip of cloth to take on a strange color.

Can cause this amount of bleeding, what happened to Lan after he went up to the top of the cliff?

Lan quickly redressed the wound, then began to walk up again. The fat man and I looked at it and quickly followed.

After walking up for about half an hour, we finally got to the top.

This is a particularly large open space, which should be about the size of two football fields. A mountain appeared at the end of the clearing. But it looks like it's been split in half vertically. It's the feeling of opening the mountain and quarrying and blowing up half of the mountain.

There is a protruding building on the mountain.

"Stilt building?" The fat man said.

I nodded. This kind of architecture can be found in most rural areas of Guangxi. The building material of stilt buildings is generally wood. Of course, sometimes bamboo is also used. It depends on the mood of the owner of the house.

"Damn, how much manpower and material resources it would take to build such a big stilt building." The fat man sighed.

The stilted building clings to the top of the mountain and is built horizontally to the right for at least a hundred meters.

How much courage and financial resources does it take to be able to build such an awesome stilted building in such a place?

"Over here." While the fat man and I were still sighing, Lan had already found his way up. It was a path that had been carved out. It's less than half a meter wide, and there are no guardrails. It's not so much a road as a crack after the displacement of the mountain.

"Damn, does the owner of this tomb look down on fat people?" The fat man shouted, "How can the mourners carry the coffin up such a narrow road?" ”

Hearing the fat man say this, I suddenly remembered that Ah Fa had mentioned it to me before. The funeral procession consisted of only two people. That is, only two people carried the coffin down for burial. If it was really two people carrying the coffin one after the other, then the width of the road would be enough.

But then again, can't you make the road a little wider? If you have to cultivate to the point where only one person can live, are these people dead-eyed?

"Oops, hey, let's go." The fat man urged me. I subconsciously went to look at Lan and found that you and she had already taken the path, so I hurriedly followed.

After walking cautiously for more than ten minutes, we came to the door of the wooden building. The doorway was covered with several large wooden planks on the ground. It looks like it's supposed to be a place for the mourners to rest.

After a brief rest and a bite to eat, we began to enter the ancient building.

"Hey," I called out to the fat man. "Just go in?"

The fat man looked back at me and was stunned for a moment, lowered his head and muttered for a few seconds, and then suddenly let out a sigh of realization. I saw the fat man touch his pants pocket, and then touch the two pockets on his chest, as if he was looking for something. After touching it for a while, the fat man took out a pack of cigarettes from his inner pocket, took out three cigarettes, lit them and inserted them into the crack of the door shaft. There are words in his mouth: "I lost the incense and paper money fat man, and now this is all left." After speaking, he bowed to the door, then turned to me and said, "Well, the number of etiquette is enough." ”

"Who the told you to do this?" I'll hold my forehead. "I mean, if there's a mechanism in here, wouldn't it be dangerous to get so close?"

"Oh, that's what you said." The fat man suddenly realized, and immediately came over and patted me on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, this stilt building is not a one-time building. Later people will bury people one after another. If there is a mechanism inside, wouldn't that be a trap for the descendants of their own people? ”

Hearing the fat man say this, I was right, so I nodded and said that I was too worried.

Once you enter the gate, there is a long corridor with no end in sight. To the left of the promenade are adjoining but separate rooms. It looks like an inn from ancient times.

I don't know how many years no mourners have been here, and the ground is covered with thick ash. As soon as you step on it, you can see the lines on the soles.

Lan walked in front, Fat Man walked in the middle, and I followed behind. Coming to the doorway of the first room, Lan stopped, facing the door of the room, not knowing what he was looking at. The fat man walked over, turned up the aperture of the flashlight, and began to look as well.

I was also a little curious by them, and I walked over to take a look. But apart from the fact that it was made of wood, there was nothing famous at all.

"Hey, what are you looking at?" I asked. I was going to ask Ran, because I think Ran is much more reliable than the fat man.

The fat man looked at me, pulled me over and pointed to the couplet on the door frame for me to take a closer look.

I looked at it for a while, indicating that I didn't understand.

The fat man said, "What do you think is the difference between this couplet and the others?" ”

I shook my head again, indicating that I still didn't understand. And make a fat man, you nonsense, believe it or not, Lao Tzu pumping your expression.

"Okay, okay, I say." The fat man said, "Don't you see that this couplet is written on a blank piece of paper?" ”

"Blank paper?" I glanced at the couplet again, and said to myself that I had already seen this.

The fat man continued: "It's not very lucky to write couplets on white paper. ”

I was stunned for a moment, and then retorted to the fat man: "What the hell are you thinking, white things should have been written on white paper." Writing couplets on red paper is a red thing. ”

"It's not just that." Lan said suddenly.

The fat man and I looked at her at the same time. I saw the blue flashlight aperture moving word by word on the couplet. "The couplet is also incorrect."

"Contents?" I was stunned again. I don't know which dynasty built this ancient building, and I have never seen the words on the couplet.

The fat man was also stunned and asked, "I know the writing of the Zhuang people." Doesn't that look like that? ”

"This is not the text of the Zhuang people." Lan said, "It's a charm. ”