'Dushanbe: Don't go near the lowest part of the village of Da Keng, although there are a lot of copper coins there. ’

Zhang Jing: "?? ”

Two question marks, two questions.

Is it serious to call 'Dushanbe'?

Why does Dakeng Village sound so familiar?

Skylark, Captain Qinghuan, Wuping County, Shankou Town, Dakeng Village?

Is it talking about a place?

Leaving the underground warehouse, Zhang Jing drove to the second villa by the sea.

It is a 7,000-square-meter complex with 20 rooms inside, all of which are functional rooms.

The only thing that displeased Zhang Jing was that its façade was the same color as the temple.

"I'm going to go to a big country once," in the movie room, the trio were watching Battle Royale 5, "you guys don't leave the farm, Jin Xiaolin died in Houston, someone might lie on our heads." ”

"I'll go with you," Zhou Manmiao said, "It's been almost a year, and I haven't gone back to see my mother." ”

"I'll go too," Liang Jieshu said, "I haven't been back for a long time." ”

Zhang Jing looked at Lindsay, "Are you with you?" ”

"Okay," Lindsay agreed, "I'll be bored to be alone." ”

The opinion was agreed, Zhang Jing bought tickets on his mobile phone, and the four of them boarded the plane that afternoon and arrived in Xiangjiang 18 hours later.

Because Liang Jieshu and Lindsay are both Citi nationals, they need to apply for a big country visa in Xiangjiang.

It takes about 7-10 days to apply for a visa.

Zhou Manmiao didn't want to abandon her friends, so she stayed with Liang Jieshu and Lindsay.

Zhang Jing didn't want to wait, so he took the first step.

Rent a car from Xiangjiang to enter Zhencheng and drive towards Huizhou, and most of the roads behind are shuttling through the mountains and mountains.

Heading about 400 kilometers to the northeast, Zhang Jing came to the picturesque town of Yamaguchi.

The town of Yamaguchi is not far from Dakeng Village.

It was still the last time, the sun had just set, and Zhang Jing was standing at the port of Dakeng Village, similar to the mouth of a bowl.

Further down is a village at the bottom of a crater, dimly lit and bottomless.

The road bends are too sharp and steep, there are no guardrails, and Zhang Jing drives very slowly.

After more than ten minutes, we arrived at the bottom of the mountain, the mountain village is not small, but the lights are almost lonely.

After stopping at the entrance of the village for more than ten seconds, Zhang Jing gently oiled himself and went deep into the interior of the white-walled and blue-tiled village.

After driving more than 30 meters along the cement, I could vaguely hear the sound of singing from the depths of the village.

'Sister, you sit on the bow of the boat'

'Brother walks on the shore'

'Grace love love rope swing'

It was the same last time, the throat of the broken gong was like metal rubbing, and the ears were very bad.

Looking for the singing, Zhang Jing came to a small two-story building, the car turned off, and people got out of the car.

A little old man was in the yard by the roadside, soaking his feet, singing and drinking rice wine with peanuts.

It looks very leisurely, and the life is enviable.

Seeing Zhang Jing, Qinghuan's singing stopped abruptly.

The world is quiet, and the ears are comfortable enough to be pregnant.

Zhang Jing smiled at the little old man who is 77 years old this year, with gray hair, thin body, rosacea nose and big eyes.

"Old captain, long time no see."

Qing Huan put down the wine glass, wiped his feet clean with a rag, and chatted at the same time and asked, "Why are you here?" ”

"There's something else," Zhang Jing said vaguely, "I happened to come to see you." ”

"Okay," Qing Huan said in a good mood, "The wine you brought last time is still there, I cooked the broad beans that I just picked from the field in the afternoon, let's drink a little." ”

"Okay, have a drink."

Under normal circumstances, Zhang Jing does not drink, and sometimes not only makes mistakes, but also may be fatal, but Qing Huan is different, this is a civilian hero who has spent his life to prevent the loss of national treasures.

As he spoke, Zhang Jing went around to the trunk and took out a bag of 12 bottles of iron-capped Moutai and a bag of 12 bottles of rock beer.

A roast goose bought on the road, two catties of drunkard peanuts, and two catties of dried tofu.

Qing Huan brought out a basket of broad beans from the kitchen, and Zhang Jing took the initiative to peel the shell.

It's easy to do, peel out a large plate and boil it directly in salted water.

For a moment, Zhang Jing and Qing Huan sat facing each other across a square broken table, with a few side dishes in the middle.

In the courtyard, under the dim light, Zhang Jing opened the cap of the bottle with his finger and handed a bottle of beer to Qing Huan, "Drink a bottle of beer first as a base, and then drink the white one." ”

"Everyone told me to drink less," Qing Huan laughed happily, "but you let me drink more." ”

Zhang Jing smiled, lifted the wine bottle, and gave himself a big sip.

Qinghuan was more elegant, and he poured it into the cup and drank it.

Looking at the liquor the color of black coffee, Qing Huan, who was rheas, teased and asked, "You can't give me a medicine, right?" ”

"Try it," Zhang Jing invited, "some people say it's bitter, and some people say it's fruity." ”

Qing Huan picked up the cup, first smelled it, then took a small sip, and finally took a big sip.

After a while, he put down the cup and said with a smile, "In the past, I always believed that the steamed wine drunk by foreigners was inferior, and the liquor was the best;

I didn't expect their beer to be so good. ”

Zhang Jing understood what Qing Huan wanted to express, just talking about steamed wine, white wine is better than foreign wine.

Beer is the opposite.

"This is not a foreigner's beer," said Teo, "and my daughter-in-law runs a brewery in Temasek. ”

"Good thing," Qing Huan asked tentatively, "can such a good beer be brewed in a big country?" ”

Zhang Jing's expression was slightly stunned, and if someone else asked like this, he would refuse.

If the other party is an ambassador, Zhang Jing will push the problem to Ding Jiaqi, which is tantamount to refusing.

After hesitating for a second, Zhang Jingshuang said briskly, "You can brew locally." ”

The request was granted, Qinghuan was in a good mood, drank beer, and then drank liquor.

Half a catty of sauce is fragrant with one catty of pure grain and two pots, and it tastes fragrant and cottony, not irritating.

After three rounds of wine and five flavors of food, Zhang Jing asked Qinghuan, "Where is the lowest place in Dakeng Village?" ”

"Well," Qing Huan stopped with a goose leg in his hand, "Why do you ask this?" ”

"I'm a treasure hunter," Zhang Jing confided, "I saw information on an antiquity, saying that there are a lot of copper coins in the lowest part of Dakeng Village. ”

"I heard it when I was a kid, it's just a legend."

"What legend?" Zhang Jing said curiously, "I want to hear it." ”

"It is said that during the Tang Rebellion, the ancestors were forced to live in this pit in order to avoid military disasters, but there were originally some earth dragons living here;

Ancestors pay a lot for killing them. ”

"I'm going to check it out tomorrow."

"Be careful yourself," Qing Huan pointed to the cement road at the entrance of the courtyard, "Go deeper into the village, and go to the end." ”

It was a bit cold at the bottom of the pit and slept in the car at night.

At five o'clock in the morning the next day, before dawn, Zhang Jing drove about 1.5 kilometers to the 'lowest place' as Qing Huan said.

A pond.

It is about five or six acres in size, and about a quarter of the area is under the stone wall at the edge of the pit.

Looking at the color of the water, it is noticeably deep underneath the stone wall.

Don't hesitate, take off your clothes and pants, pretend to take out the scuba out of the car and put it on.

The water temperature is only about eight or nine degrees, which is acceptable for Zhang Jing, and he swims deep as fast as possible, and at the same time releases the sea lion beans and lets it explore the way in front.

The further you go, the deeper the pond becomes.

Zhang Jing dived along the 'bowl edge' of Dakeng Village until it was about 50 meters underwater.

In the end, there is no copper coin, and there is no 'danger'.

What the treasure hunt system says.

'Dushanbe: Don't go near the lowest part of the village of Da Keng, although there are a lot of copper coins there. ’

Could it be that this Dakeng Village is not the other Dakeng Village?

As soon as he had an idea, Zhang Jing found that there was a stone with an area of about seven or eight square meters on the 45-degree inclined stone wall, which seemed to be movable.

Some people died, but not completely......