"What kind of wood is that?" I was stunned, in my impression, I have only come into contact with elm, poplar, paulownia and other big road goods.

"You probably don't know." The old knife said: "The wood used to carve that wooden statue is lotus wood." "

If it weren't for the old knife to explain, I really wouldn't have heard of it. If you are an experienced person, you can judge what kind of wood it is, how many years it has grown, and even the place of origin can be analyzed. The texture of the wooden statue sunk at the bottom of the river is very special, circle by circle, like a blooming lotus flower.

Legend has it that from ancient times to the present, there is only one lotus tree, this lotus tree grows in today's Mengjin, when Dayu ruled the water, the only lotus tree was dug up, the people at that time did not know the use of the lotus tree, after the incident, the whereabouts of this lotus tree are unknown.

"Isn't it just a piece of wood?" I'm a little wondering, wood, how expensive can that be? Sea yellow pear, small leaf red sandalwood, sour jujube branches, golden silk nan, to put it bluntly, it is a thing to be rare and expensive, take the golden silk nan carved a bed, sleep on it every day, and not necessarily be able to live a few more years.

"You don't understand." The old knife may rarely deal with people my age, and he laughed again as he spoke, probably thinking that my thinking was too simple, and he said to me: "Lotus wood, it will not die." "

How many years does a tree live? I don't know, but I don't believe there is anything immortal. The old knife shook his head and said, "There are too many things you don't know." "

We have an old saying here, people can't live without face and trees without bark. But the old knife said that even if the lotus tree is cut down, the bark is peeled off, and it is left casually, and after many years, as long as it is planted in the soil, it can also take root again and grow branches and leaves. It was the legendary sacred tree, and the ancient Chinese people worshipped immortal things very much, and when they said how many years they had lived, the old turtle king eight or other things would immediately be offered as divine objects. The legend of the lotus tree has a long history, Qin Shi Huang and Emperor Wu of the Han Dynasty once wanted to find the lotus wood that was cut down by Dayu, but after Dayu ruled the water, the lotus wood completely lost its whereabouts.

But as soon as the old knife said it, it became clear that no one could find the lotus tree, because it was carved into a statue and then sank to the bottom of the Yellow River.

Lotus wood only exists in legends, and no one has ever seen it, but seeing the texture of the circle on the wooden statue blooming like a lotus, the old knife was very excited. The importance of this matter immediately increased, the matter of repairing the embankment was temporarily put aside, the old knife they transferred some vehicles, all of them are very large trucks, the copper and wooden statues are very heavy, manpower is difficult to salvage, there are more professional people designed a reasonable combination of lever pulleys, mounted on the big truck. In order to prevent the mud and sand flowing down the river bottom from being washed away by the water, they also drove four stakes on each side of the statue to jam the statue.

This set of processes is a bit time-consuming, and it took three or four days in a row to be about the same. The workers who were working were also tired and turned over on their backs, and they planned to rest for a good night and start salvage the next day. But shortly after nightfall, several large trucks suddenly caught fire, and the fire was fierce, and a layer of white light began to glow faintly under the surface of the river, as if there were many lights shining together under the water. The murky river water was mixed with layers of white light, and after the old knife and they were alarmed, they suddenly saw a huge white carp, desperately hitting several piles erected in the river.

The white light grew stronger and stronger, and the river rolled with a faint thunder, and the sand at the bottom of the river gurgled upward, as if something wanted to rush out. A few wooden stakes seemed to be about to fall, and the old knife was nervous for a while, and they quickly let people go into the water. However, the people who went into the water had just gotten in, and soon surfaced, and the others didn't know what was going on, but the old knife's eyes were poisonous, and he could see at a glance that those people had been stunned by someone underwater.

At that time, in order to ensure the progress of the salvage work, they also brought some local militiamen, and when something happened, all the militia surrounded the river, regardless of 3721, and swept with guns for a while. I didn't see anything hit, and the white carp got into the water and disappeared.

The old knife is indeed a very capable person, and in the messy gunfire and the sound of the river rushing, he suddenly found a figure running along the other side of the river embankment through the night.

"He was shot in the leg, otherwise I wouldn't have been able to catch up with him."

As he spoke, the old knife slowly lifted his shirt, and I saw a very frightening scar on his abdomen, as if it was about to be disemboweled, extending from his chest to his lower abdomen.

That man, my grandfather, was indeed wounded in the leg by a gun, and the old knife led people to catch up with him. But the kung fu in the hands of the grandfather was beyond the expectations of the old knife, and the old knife almost died in the hands of the grandfather.

"Actually, I don't hate or resent this person." The old knife sighed softly, his eyes suddenly became deeper, looked at the night next to him, and said: "At that time, he kept his hand and didn't want my life, if it weren't for this, I wouldn't have survived that night." "

Just because grandpa seriously injured the old knife, he hesitated for a moment, let the old knife fight back in danger, plus other people helped, and finally caught grandpa. In those years, whoever interfered with the affairs of the public family was a first-class crime, and several militiamen were very polite, knowing that grandpa was very powerful, they directly tied up grandpa with iron chains, and the people from the river bureau took pictures at that time.

"And then?" I asked.

"Later?" The old knife thought for a while and said, "That's one thing I can't solve in my life." "

At that time, the old knife was seriously injured, but his mind was clear, and he had already realized that this bronze wooden statue, as well as his grandfather himself, may not be very simple, and there must be a deeper secret behind it. So he specifically explained that he had to take good care of his grandfather.

As soon as this order was given, the local militia was very serious, and five or six people with guns surrounded the grandfather, preparing to escort him back to Zhengzhou after dawn. It was a sunny day, and the rest of the people cleaned up the mess, and the matter was almost over. The old knife makes people stare at the surface of the river, and if something strange happens again, there is a buffer room. About an hour later, the clear sky suddenly exploded with several thunderbolts.

The thunder came very suddenly, without warning, and it was said that the split was split, which was impossible, but it happened right under the nose. After a while, someone ran over in a panic and told him that the thunder just now had chopped the five or six militiamen guarding his grandfather like charcoal, but his grandfather was gone. Since then, the old knife has never seen him again.

"What about the wooden statue?"

"The wooden statue is gone."

Grandpa is gone, nowhere can be found, people can't do anything, until dawn, they still continue to salvage, but the wooden statue that sank under the water last night, I don't know when it disappeared. It is impossible for such a large wooden statue to disappear for no reason, it must have been washed away somewhere else along the current. They searched along the river for the old knife, but they didn't find it.

I was suspicious all of a sudden, when I first met the old knife, I didn't think about it so much, but now that I think about it, the old knife must have been with my grandfather at that time. Why did he show me that picture from more than 20 years ago when he first saw me? Q: Do I know the person in the photo? This doesn't make sense.

In an instant, my heart was clear, it must have been my grandfather who flashed the ghost whip back then, and when the old knife rescued me from the river, he saw my ghost whip.

This old guy is buried so deeply! I thought to myself, the old knife had obviously guessed that there must be something between me and my grandfather, but he didn't know.

Thinking of this, I was much more cautious, why my grandfather did that back then, I don't know very well, probably because I didn't want the old knife to take away the wooden statue at the bottom of the river. But now that the old knife already knows my family background, what else do I dare to say?

"That's the way it is." When the old knife finished speaking, he took out a cigarette, lit it, and said to me: "When you saw that person at Wangshan Cliff, he was alone?" Where did you go in the boat? "

I said a few perfunctory words casually, I thought that I should be very glad to be able to escape from the ghost old woman, but at this time, I suddenly felt relaxed in my heart, I told Qiqi to eat quickly, thinking about how to say goodbye to the old knife.

"That person, was he begging you for fire at Wangshan Cliff at that time? Did you say anything else? Yi Tian listened silently beside her, and only after the old knife finished speaking did she interject and ask me. I always had an indescribable feeling for this girl, I thought she was very kind, but I also felt that she was very distant. When I talk to her, I get nervous, and I think I'm a poor boy on the Yellow River.

As soon as she asked me, I subconsciously shrank back the dirty, wet shoes on my feet. It's a lie, and it's even more unnatural this time.

"Don't be nervous, we're just talking." Yi Tian looked at me, pursed her lips and smiled, I couldn't say anything, I could only grin silly.

At this time, the young man named Dawei came back from a distance, probably because he had been spinning for too long, and wanted to sit down and rest. He sat down by the fire and gasped heavily.

"David, go on." Yi Tian raised his hand and threw him a biscuit: "It's hard work." "

"What a hard work?" David stuffed the biscuit in his mouth, but before he could finish speaking, the old knife looked at him and suddenly raised his hand and pinched his mouth.

"What's wrong with you!" The old knife stared at Dawei, looking him up and down slowly.

"It's not much" Dawei was frightened, and the crumbs of the biscuits that had not yet been swallowed in his mouth fell down vigorously, and he said vaguely: "I didn't do much"

The old knife stopped talking, and slowly let go of his hand, but his eyes never left Dawei. I don't know what's going on, but I always feel like there's something wrong with the atmosphere.

"Master, what are you doing in a hurry?" David muttered.

But at this moment, I suddenly saw Dawei's brow furrowed, his mouth chewing biscuits suddenly stopped, and his Adam's apple squirmed with difficulty, and then, he suddenly opened his mouth and spit out a worm half a foot long.