Daomu Biji

In order to help the dull oil bottle to find the lost memory, we came to the hinterland of the Hundred Thousand Mountains, called Banai of Siberia in Guangxi.

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

The dull oil bottle is as silent as ever. I am not sure whether there will be an ordinary person's entanglement in the mind of a person like him. At least, the patience he showed makes me admire.I also had some hesitations to help him find the past, which is equivalent to pulling him back to reality from the present calm, not knowing whether it is a good thing or a bad thing.

The process of entering the mountain will not be described in detail. We followed the clues given to us by Chu and found the tall building where the stupid oil bottle used to live. We also found an iron box in the dark compartment under the broken bed.A series of things happened afterwards. Someone even wanted to drag the iron box from the floor of the high-rise building. Fortunately, we found it in time, but the man was obviously very familiar with the environment of the village, and quickly fled into the village road, disappeared.

Just when we were baffled and had n’t reflected what happened just now, the buckle of the old iron box held by the fat man was broken, and the box fell to the ground and turned over suddenly.

Things happened very quickly, and the three of them didn't respond. The box was already on the ground, the box lid was wide open, and a fist-sized thing rolled out of it, frozen under the fat man's feet.

The stuffy oil bottle said before, saying that he has some vague memories of this box, saying that the contents of the box may be very dangerous, let us never open it, so as soon as the box fell to the ground, I subconsciously raised my hands and shrank. Defensive moves.

The fat man didn't have time to react more, and just shrunk his neck. The two of us were fixed there and didn't dare to move.

I thought it would explode, and I didn't have time to think about it at the time. Everything was conditioned reflex, but my teeth clenched in my neck and waited a few seconds, but nothing happened.There was no explosion, and no hidden weapons flew over.

I carefully opened my eyes and looked at the feet of the fat man. The thing that fell out was like a piece of wood covered with pimples. I had never seen it before, but it didn't seem to be a dangerous thing.The fat man gradually relaxed and walked a few steps away, and I also slowly lowered my hand, feeling strange: Is it the wrong oil bottle?Or is it because the time is too long, so that after the shelf life has passed, there is no danger?

Looking at the dull oil bottle, he didn't have any special expression, but he was obviously taken aback.

This is like a firecracker. No one dared to see what was going on in the first place. We froze for a moment. Just now we vowed to say that our fat man was tough.I followed the past and saw that the shape of the thing was a bit like a gourd. It was about the size of a wide-mouthed cup, and there were pimples on the surface. It seemed that the skin of the toad was very uncomfortable.After a closer look, it was discovered that the skin of this skin "gourd" was mixed with the luster of metal rust, and it looked like iron.

The fat man wanted to get it by hand, and the oil bottle stopped it. He folded a pumpkin leaf from the side, wrapped it around the "iron gourd" and picked it up.

Judging from his feel of the "gourd", it is indeed iron, and its weight is not light.Those iron pimples are like a large amount of air bubbles when corroded by strong acid or cast. The red and yellow pustules are traces of rust. This thing is a gourd-shaped iron tuo, but you can see some ancient patterns on it. , Has been very vague, vaguely feel that this is an ancient thing.

The fat man looked at him wondering: "What kind of stuff? Like a shell, is it an ancient grenade?"

I immediately shook my head: "Don't talk nonsense, you buried the grenade under the bed?"

The firearms of the Ming dynasty were already very developed. The "Zhentianlei" and the "national surname bottle" were very lethal. I have dealt with some of them, but they all took out the stuffing-that is, no gunpowder- Trading a solid one is equivalent to trading arms).These firearms were first introduced by Fujian fishermen from Haili and then replaced by antique commercial daily necessities, but this iron pimple is not like sea food, so it should not be a firearm.Not to mention burying this thing under the bed, what if it explodes when it catches up to dryness?The stuffy oil bottle will definitely not do such a lack of attention.

The dull oil bottle turned upside down, smelled, and shook his head.I asked him if he still felt the danger just now?He didn't speak but looked strange. He watched the iron gourd pause for a while and said, "This thing has only one layer of iron. The real thing is wrapped in the iron."

I froze for a moment: "Why do you see it?"

The dull oil bottle said: "The weight is too light."

The fat man was surprised and said, "Can you fucking weigh it out?"

This is not surprising. Generally, people who deal with antiques must practice this technique, and anyone who has weighed pure iron or made molds will know that the weight of a piece of iron is different from the expectations of ordinary people. The size of a pencil case The iron block can't be gripped by a person with ordinary strength with two fingers.

I said to the fat man: "Your basic skills of being a monk halfway are not good. Like this kind of kung fu at hand, we have to practice more or less a few things."

The fat man yelled, "Why don't I spend so much spare time practicing this, fat man, how much does it cost to buy an electronic scale."

I made a contemptuous expression, and then asked the dull oil bottle: "What is to be wrapped in metal sheet? Do you have any thoughts or impressions?"

The stuffy oil bottle shook his head, and the fat man said: "In the past, there was a kind of iron-clad gold. When transported, the gold nuggets were covered with iron skins, which were not conspicuous. Not gold. "

I have never heard of "iron-clad gold". I only know that there is a Tibetan mastiff called iron-clad gold. My grandfather had one because he couldn't keep it up because of water and soil, and later he was kicked to death by the cattle in the village I do n’t know if it ’s Hu blowing or if he ’s seen it.

What I am concerned about is the vague pattern on it. Since there is a pattern, this thing has at least a decorative effect, not a simple casting.It definitely has a real purpose.

"Will it be a part of iron?" The fat man said again. "For example, the foot of an iron incense burner, or the ornament on the previous car wheel?"

In my heart, it is also possible. I do n’t know much about ironware. Ironware is easy to rust and is difficult to preserve in ancient tombs, so it is far less popular on the market than bronze and porcelain.The value of ironware is generally not high, so most people who are engaged in antiques are not familiar with it, and I really have no clue.

However, since it is an ancient thing, it is still hidden under the bed of a stuffy oil bottle, so this thing must be a bit of a history, and it should be related to what he experienced in this village.

I think of the fat man ’s thoughts yesterday. There is a speculation in my heart that the fat man said that there might be an ancient tomb near Yangjiao Mountain. Then the course of things might be like this: the stuffy oil bottle may be in the archaeological team of Wenjin in the past. What they brought from that ancient tomb.But for some reason, the younger 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 the younger brother was hiding things, obviously he was guarding against something, and the situation at that time was probably very complicated."

Beware of being hostile, indicating that what happens here in the archaeological team will not be as simple as Agui said.

The three of them were silent for a moment. I felt a little comfortable and depressed. I was happy that I got more information than I thought. What is depressing is that the information can only outline the general appearance of "one event". Touch the details.

Wen Jin appears here. Agui is only 17 or 8 years old in the photo. Now Agui must be in his early forties. Then it was more than 20 years ago.At that time, exactly before and after the Xisha incident, the time when Wen Jin appeared here should not be long before the Xisha accident-they only went to Xisha after they left here-I did n’t see anyone else in the photo, Wen Jin was It is not known if another team is still here with the Xisha Archaeological Team.

The dull oil bottle was tied here by the Vietnamese as Akun. It should have been five or six years ago, with a difference of 15 years between them. What are he doing in these 15 years?I feel very problematic. The few Vietnamese with his skill are certainly not opponents. Even if the other person has a gun, it is not a problem for me to escape. Why should I be tied up as a piglet?Did he meet Chen Pi Asi with his design?These are questions.

"Will the person who grabbed our stuff just now have something to do with this matter?" The fat man asked, looking at the disappearing direction of the man.

I remembered this, and asked them: "Did you see his face just now?"

"Fuck, that guy runs faster than a rabbit, not to mention his face. He didn't even see his buttocks clearly. He only saw this man's unkempt face. His shape is similar to yours, and it's gone when he smokes."

I mean who is this person?We are basically unobtrusive when we come here, is this a thief who simply follows us, or is it an insider?This surprises me a bit, and I feel a bit like being in the shadows. If he is not a simple thief, then he must be related to this matter. Then our situation is a bit bad now, and we have to close the door to sleep at night.

"Let's ask Agui later, that man is like a madman, maybe he doesn't know what." The fat man said, "What now? Let's take this iron gourd, it's fine, or wait for a blacksmith to see if it can melt portion."

Otherwise, the wisdom of working people is endless. I know there is a treatment method for this kind of thing. I can use sulfuric acid to melt the iron shell little by little.You see these rusty knots, it is estimated that some people have done this, but for some reason they have stopped without success.

Maybe someone who does this is a stuffy oil bottle.I have a feeling that he has a dangerous impression of this thing, which may be what he discovered when dissolving the iron seal. At that time, he may have suddenly discovered any signs of danger, which impressed him very, very deeply, so that he stopped his work immediately. .Although he has forgotten everything now, the impression remains in his mind, making him uneasy.

Of course, this is a complete speculation.Even if I feel very likely.

The fat man eagerly tried: "Sulfuric acid is easy to handle, I want to go to the fertilizer station to have a little."

I said to myself that it was better not to move it easily, and told him to take it easy and wait for it to be brought to Agui for a closer look and let the dull oil bottle take a closer look.

The dull oil bottle put the iron gourd back into the iron box, flipped the lid on, and the fat man immediately hugged: "Yes, today is a reward. I have to watch this thing now. You must go in again and turn over, the girl Come back later, hurry up. "

I remembered that Brother Chu and I hadn't seen the picture. I said that it was the right thing and immediately got up and walked to the window.

I didn't take two steps just to get up. Suddenly I found something in the oil bottle and pulled me at once.I looked at his eyes, and immediately felt a little wrong. I quickly followed his gaze and suddenly froze.I saw a few villagers standing on the hillside above a tall building. I didn't know when it appeared. I was looking at us with a hazy face.