Xiangxi Suspicious Tomb Chapter 2 Youshui Tomb (2)

The old man of the Tujia family was not restrained, he took out a bench from under the table and sat next to us and said, "The dolls have all gone to the mountains to help, and the state will pay them." Hehe, hehe, I see that a few of you are also dressed up from the city, right? Come and see the tombs? ā€

I was drinking and almost squirted. What tombs? We haven't started digging yet, how does he know?

The shopkeeper of the Tujia family didn't notice the expressions of the three of us, and he continued to talk to himself: "We have been in this mother's grave for many days, and the generation of my grandfather who beat my grandfather has been there. The people of the country have been digging for more than ten days. I heard that this time I want to invite the mother in the tomb out, please go to Beijing to see **, and build a museum in the town when I go back. If you look at the town, it's full of people who come to see the bustle of the city. ā€

The old man's accent was very strong, and Wang Qingzheng kept asking me what the other party said. I didn't have time to translate for him, so I hurriedly poured a glass of wine for the old man and said, "I'll tell you the truth, we are reporters who came from Beijing to report the story of Niangniang's grave. If you'd like, tell us what's going on. Go back and print your old name in the newspaper as well. ā€

When Shirley Yang heard me say this, she consciously pulled out her press card. The old shopkeeper squinted his eyes for a long time, then looked up and asked, "What is this?" ā€

I said, "It's a press card." The old man asked, "Why don't you know a word?" I said: "The one printed on it is in foreign language, which is internationally accepted, and the out-of-print press card issued by ** is limited to 100 copies nationwide." ā€

After hearing this, the old man was in high spirits, grabbed my hand, and said excitedly: "Comrade reporter, welcome to Chadong. Wait, there's still a bunch of bacon in my yard, so I'm going to fry a few good dishes for you. ā€

I grabbed him and said, "Time is pressing, seize the day, **his old man is still waiting for us to go back and hand in the work report, and the matter of eating can be talked about later." The old man nodded, picked up the small wine cup, and took a sip.

"This has to start with the heavy rain a month ago, I don't know what plague God has in those days, thunder and rain every day, the water in the river is about to rise above the cordon, some people build yƬ to flee to the mountain, it is better than being drowned at home. The mayor sent a few juniors up the mountain to explore the way. And guess what happened? They went up the mountain in the first half of the night, and the rain stopped in the second half of the night, and the light thunder did not rain, and purple lightning kept blazing on the horizon for the whole night. Everyone said that this was the manifestation of the lady on the mountain. At noon the next day, the descendants descended the mountain in a daze, all pale and like dead people, and they all said that the mother had appeared, and smoke kept coming from the grave...... the old shopkeeper took a sip of wine, and continued, "We reported this to the province, and soon an archaeological team came, and the People's Liberation Army stood guard for them. Later, the archaeological team was short of manpower, so they began to draw strong men from the town, and after coming back, we would calculate our lost work expenses according to the number of people. Two days ago, I just came back with a message, saying that I had dug a wall made of stone, and now I can't dig it, and everyone is waiting for the leader's instructions. What I'm saying is confidential, and ordinary people don't dare to tell it. Comrade reporter, what do you say is the situation on the mountain now, if Niangniang moves to Beijing in the future, won't there be no gods in our place? ā€

I comforted him and said, "Niangniang's body is gone, but the soul will still guard everyone." The old shopkeeper drank a few more glasses and then got up and went back to the back of the counter. Shirley Yang lowered his voice and said to me: "Could the Niangniang Tomb in his mouth be the Youshui Tomb we are looking for, and will the archaeological team be Lin Fang's people?" ā€

I analyzed: "A month ago, there was nothing to do with Lin Fang, listen to him, the archaeological team on the mountain is a regular army sent by the province, and the excavation work has already begun. ā€

When Wang Qingzheng heard this, he was anxious: "What? Got a head start? These people have no work ethic! It was the tomb that Young Master Ben saw first. ā€

"Shut up! Look for death so loudly! I'm afraid people won't know what we're doing? "I'm actually more anxious than he is, but yelling doesn't solve anything right now. I've been in this business for so long, and I've never encountered anything like this. Fuck, you're going to steal business with a professional archaeological team.

Shirley Young said: "We might as well go to the town, since there are so many tourists who come here, there must be a lot of news about the tombs, and maybe it will be rewarding." ā€

I nodded, and if we wanted to act, we should at least meet up with the fat man before making plans, and the best case scenario would be that the tomb on the mountain was not the goal of our trip, so as to avoid a head-on confrontation with the archaeological team. I got up and went to the old man's house to settle the bill, but I didn't want to hear a commotion outside the door. When I looked at it, it was actually a team of PLA soldiers wearing camouflage uniforms.

Wang Dashao said in a speechless voice: "It won't be here to arrest you, right?" Hu Bayi. ā€

Shirley Yang said: "If you want to arrest people, the public security will arrest them, and no matter how big Lao Hu's face is, he will not use the army." You see they have mud all over them, they must have come down from the archaeological team. The average age of this group of little warriors was about seventeen or eighteen, and they hurried to the Shunfeng Inn. I switched to a position with my back to them, and at this time, one of the little soldiers shouted to the shopkeeper, "Daddy Gan, we are going to the town to run errands, and we have brought you a letter by the way." Tulum says every day that he thinks about your fried bacon, hahaha, and we'll try your craft when we get back. ā€

"It's a few bosses here, hurry up, come in and sit down. If you have bacon, I'll make it for you. With a smile on his face, the old shopkeeper dropped the ledger and walked out from behind the counter.

"Hey, how many times have I said that 'boss' is a term for backward thinking. We are the people's soldiers, your relatives! Come, this is Tulum's letter, take it, fellow. We still have a task, we can't stay and eat meat, and we're leaving. ā€

Father Gan took the envelope with some excitement, took the hand of the PLA soldier and asked, "Then, has Niangniang's grave been dug up?" When will my two dolls come back? ā€

"It's hard to say. Recently, there has been no progress in the project, and I don't know what the big scientists from the province think, and they stopped suddenly after digging halfway, and now they hold meetings every day, but they don't see the construction starting, as if they have to wait for some expert group to do further research. I'm also wondering, isn't it just a dead man's pit? What is there to look into. ā€

At this time, the people who had been waiting outside the door began to urge him, and the little soldier said hello to Daddy Gan and ran away without looking back.

Shirley Young gave me a meaningful look and pointed to the little warrior who was fading away outside the door. I nodded: "It's a breakthrough." We can follow along. ā€

Wang Qingzheng was puzzled: "What's the use of following them? No, it's just a few standing guards, and they can't take us up the mountain. ā€

I said, "Are you really stupid or are you pretending, you can't see the slightest bit of the situation?" Wang Dashao touched his head and expressed puzzlement. I prompted him, "Why do you think this group is going down?" ā€

"This, of course, is here to purchase rations, or daily necessities."

"No, it's definitely not going down the mountain to buy something." Shirley Yang hit the nail on the head, "The average archaeological team has a special procurement staff who is responsible for the daily use of the team, and it is impossible to send a few soldiers down the mountain to do such a trivial matter, not to mention, they all carry guns." ā€

I nodded and said, "The army is very strict about the management of guns, and they should have come down the mountain to carry out a certain mission." Did you hear what the little warrior said, 'There are meetings every day on the mountain,' which is not a good sign. A meeting is for show; Having two meetings is a research question; Having meetings every day only shows that the situation is starting to get out of order. ā€

"I think that kid is running very happily, not like he is going to have an accident! -

"That person should write everything on his face, so that you Wang Dashao can see it?" I gave him a disdainful look. Shirley Yang clapped his hands and said, "Don't make trouble, Wang Qingzheng, you stay here to guard your luggage, I'll go with Lao Hu to see what's going on." ā€

We didn't wait for him to answer, we lifted our legs and left. At noon, there were many fewer pedestrians on the street, and we didn't dare to get too close, but fortunately, even if we looked at it from a distance, the camouflage uniform was still very conspicuous in the crowd. Shirley Yang and I pretended to be tourists, strolling through the stalls along the way, and slowly following behind them. After walking for about 20 minutes, we came to a pier where the boat was moored. My heart is broken, am I wrong, they are going to go on a mission somewhere else by boat? If this is the case, we will have no chance to follow at all, so we can only go back to meet Wang Dashao. Fortunately, this group of people didn't mean to board the ship at all, just stood on the pier and kept looking.

Shirley Young said: "I'm afraid I'm waiting for someone like this." A flash of inspiration flashed through my mind, and I remembered the conversation I had just heard in the inn.

"No, they're here to pick people up." "I don't remember what the little soldier said, the excavation work on the mountain has stopped, and we have to wait for the expert team to do further research." They were sent to pick them up, and they couldn't be wrong! -

Shirley Yang took a step back and frowned, "Did you think of any unreliable ideas again?" ā€