Daomu Biji

In order to help Menyou Ping find his lost memory, we came to the hinterland of Shiwanda Mountain, Banai, known as Siberia of Guangxi.

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

Menyou Ping is as taciturn as ever. I am not sure whether a person like him has the entanglements of ordinary people in his heart. At least, I admire the patience he shows. I also had some hesitations. Helping him search for the past was equivalent to bringing him back to reality from his current peace. I didn't know whether it was a good thing or a bad thing.

I won’t go into details about the process of entering the mountain. Following the clues given to us by Brother Chu, we found the stilt building where Menyou Ping used to live, and found an iron box in a secret compartment under the dilapidated bed. A series of things happened after that. Someone actually tried to drag the iron box away from the floor of the stilt building. Fortunately, we discovered it in time, but that person was obviously very familiar with the village environment and quickly fled into the village path without a trace.

Just when we were confused and had not realized what had just happened, the clasp of the ancient iron box that the fat man was holding broke unexpectedly, and the box fell to the ground and turned over.

Things happened so fast that none of the three people could react. The box was already on the ground. The lid of the box was opened wide, and a fist-sized object rolled out from inside and settled at the fat man's feet.

Menyoupin said before that he had some vague memories of this box, saying that the things in the box might be very dangerous and that we should never open it, so as soon as the box fell to the ground, I subconsciously raised my hands and shrank my waist, and did A defensive action.

The fat man didn't have time to react, so he just shrank his neck. The two of us stood there and didn't dare to move.

I originally thought it would explode, and I didn't have time to think about it at the time. It was all a conditioned reflex. However, I gritted my teeth and waited for a few seconds, but nothing happened. There was no explosion, and no hidden weapon flew over.

I carefully opened my eyes and looked at the fat man's feet. The thing that fell out looked like a piece of wood, covered with knots. I had never seen it before, but it didn't seem to be anything dangerous. The fat man gradually relaxed and took a few steps away. I also slowly put down my hand, wondering: Could it be that Meng Youping misremembered it? Or is it because it has been so long that it is no longer dangerous after the shelf life?

Looking at Menyou Ping, he didn't have any special expression, but he was obviously shocked.

It was like a firecracker misfiring. No one dared to see what was going on immediately. We froze for a moment, and the fat man who just now swore he had a strong life finally came over. I'll follow you,

I saw that the thing was shaped a bit like a gourd, about the size of a wide-mouth cup, and there were some pustule-like bumps on the surface, as if the skin of a toad made people feel very uncomfortable. After taking a closer look, I found that the pustule of this skinned "gourd" had a luster mixed with metal rust, and it looked like it was made of iron.

The fat man wanted to take it with his hands, but Menyou Ping stopped him. He broke off a pumpkin leaf from the edge, wrapped the "iron gourd" and picked it up.

Judging from the feel of his hand holding the "gourd", it is indeed made of iron and is not light in weight. Those iron bumps seem to have been corroded by strong acid or contained a lot of air bubbles during casting. The red and yellow pus spots are traces of rust. This thing is just a gourd-shaped iron lump, but you can see some ancient patterns on it. , it is very blurry, and I can vaguely feel that it is an ancient relic.

The fat man looked at it and wondered: "What is this? It looks like a cannonball. Is it an ancient grenade?"

I immediately shook my head: "Don't talk nonsense. Did you bury the grenade under the bed?"

The firearms of the Ming Dynasty have been very developed. The "Zhentian Lei" and "Guo Xing Bottle" are very lethal. I have handled some, but they were all full of stuff - that is, there is no gunpowder - (No one can Trading a solid one is equivalent to trading arms). These firearms were first brought from the sea by Fujian fishermen, and then were exchanged for daily necessities by antique merchants. However, the iron lumps do not look like seafood, so they should not be firearms. What's more, if you bury this thing under the bed, what if it explodes when the weather is dry? A dull guy would never do something so heartless.

Mengyou shook the bottle, smelled it, and shook his head. I asked him if he still had the dangerous feeling just now? He didn't speak but looked strange. He paused for a moment while looking at the iron gourd and said, "Only one layer of skin on this thing is made of iron. The real thing is wrapped in the iron sheet."

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

Menyouping said: "The weight is too light."

The fat man said in surprise: "Can you fucking weigh it out?"

This is not surprising. Generally, people who deal with antiques must practice this kind of craftsmanship, and people who have weighed pure iron or made molds will know that the weight of a piece of iron is different from what ordinary people expect. A piece of iron is about the size of a pencil box. An iron block cannot be picked up by a person of average strength with two fingers.

I said to the fat man: "You are not good at basic skills when you become a monk. For this kind of hands-on skill, we have to practice more or less."

The fat man sighed: "Fat man, why do I spend so much time practicing this? How much does it cost to buy an electronic scale?"

I made a disdainful expression, and then asked Menyouping: "What should be wrapped in iron sheets and preserved? Do you have any ideas or impressions?"

The fat man shook his head, and the fat man said: "There used to be a kind of iron-coated gold. When the gold nuggets were transported, they were covered with iron sheets. Not gold."

I have never heard of "iron-coated gold". I only know that there is a kind of Tibetan mastiff called iron-coated gold. My grandfather had one, but he couldn't raise it because of the acclimatization and the soil. Later, it was kicked to death by the cattle in the village. The fat man said I don’t know if this is just a rumor or if he has actually seen it.

What concerns me is the vague pattern on it. Since there is a pattern, this thing at least has a decorative effect and cannot be a simple casting. It certainly has a real purpose.

"Could it be some iron parts?" The fat man asked again, "For example, the legs of the iron incense burner, or the decorations on the wheel of the old cart?"

I thought it was possible. I didn't know much about ironware. Ironware rusts easily and is difficult to preserve in ancient tombs, so it is far less popular in the market than copperware and porcelain. The value of ironware is generally not high, so most people who deal in antiques are not familiar with it. I really have no clue.

But since it is an ancient object and is still hidden under Menyou Ping's bed, then this thing must have some origins and should be related to what he experienced in this village.

I thought of Fatty’s thoughts yesterday, and I had a conjecture in my mind. Fatty said there might be an ancient tomb near Yangjiao Mountain, so what happened might be like this: the stuffy oil bottle might have been in Wen Jin’s archaeological team, and this “gourd” might be What 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 and said, "I also speculate that this is the case. Then when I hid the things, I was obviously wary of something. The situation at that time was probably very complicated."

If there is caution, there must be hostility, 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, and I felt a little comfortable and a little depressed. I was happy that the information I got here was much more than I imagined, but I was depressed because the information could only outline the general appearance of "an incident", and there was no way. Touch the details.

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

Menyouping was kidnapped by the Vietnamese here and became A Kun. The time should be five or six years ago. There was a gap of fifteen years. What was he doing in the past fifteen years? I felt there was a problem. With his skills, those Vietnamese were definitely no match. Even if the other party had a gun, it would not be a problem for me to escape. Why would I be tied up and treated like a piglet? Could it be that his meeting with Chen Pi Asi was planned by him? These are all questions.

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

I thought of this and asked them, "Did you see his face clearly just now?"

"Damn, that guy ran faster than a rabbit. Don't talk about his face. He didn't even see his butt clearly. I only saw that this guy was disheveled and about the same size as you. He disappeared in a flash."

I thought to myself, who is this person? We are here basically unnoticed. Is this a thief simply following us, or is he an insider? This surprised me, and I felt like I was being followed. If he was not a simple thief, then he must be related to this matter. Then our current situation is a bit bad, and we have to close the door to sleep at night.

"Let's ask Agui later. That man is like a lunatic. Maybe he knows something." The fat man said, "What should we do now? We can't do anything with this iron gourd. Why don't we find a blacksmith to see if it can be melted? Part of it.”

I say otherwise. The wisdom of the working people is infinite. I know a way to deal with this kind of thing. You can use sulfuric acid to dissolve the iron shell little by little. Look at these rotten iron lumps, someone has probably done this before, but for some reason stopped without success.

Maybe the person who does this is just a fussy person. I have a feeling that he had a dangerous impression of this thing. He may have discovered it when he was dissolving the iron seal. At that time, he may have suddenly discovered some dangerous sign, which impressed him so deeply that he immediately stopped working. . Although he has forgotten everything now, the impression still remains in his mind, making him feel uneasy.

Of course this is a complete conjecture. Even though I feel like it's very possible.

The fat man eagerly said, "Sulfuric acid is easy to handle. I'll go to the fertilizer station and get some."

I thought to myself that it would be better not to touch that thing easily. I told him to take it easy and take it to Agui later to think about it carefully and let Menyou Ping take a closer look.

Mengyou Ping put the iron gourd back into the iron box, flipped the lid, and the fat man immediately picked it up: "Okay, today is a harvest. Now I have to keep a close eye on this thing. You guys go in and look through it quickly. That girl I’ll be back soon, so hurry up.”

I remembered that Brother Chu told me that I hadn’t seen the photos yet, so I thought to myself that was the real deal, so I immediately got up and walked towards the window.

As soon as I stood up and hadn't taken two steps, Menyou Ping suddenly noticed something and grabbed me. When I looked at him, I immediately felt something was wrong. I followed his line of sight and was stunned. I saw a few villagers standing on the hillside above the stilt building. I don’t know when they appeared, and they were looking at us with gloomy faces. ④Read on Tianshu Chinese website