'Dushanbe: Don't go near the deepest part of Dakeng Village, although there are a lot of copper coins there. '
Zhang Jing: "??"
Two question marks, two questions.
Are you serious about calling it 'Dushanbe'?
Why does Dakeng Village sound so familiar?
Skylark, Captain Qinghuan, Wuping County, Shankou Town, Dakeng Village?
Are you talking about a place?
After leaving the underground warehouse, Zhang Jing drove to the second villa on the beach.
This is a 7,000-square-meter building complex with 20 rooms inside, including all the functional rooms. It is very complete.
The only thing that dissatisfied Zhang Jing was that the color of its facade was the same as that of the temple.
"I plan to go to a big country." In the movie room, the trio was watching Escape Room 5. "Don't leave the farm. Jin Xiaolin died in Houston. Someone may blame us."
"I'll go with you," Zhou Manmiao said, "It's been almost a year since I went back to see my mother."
"I'm going too," Liang Jieshu said, "I haven't been back for a long time."
Zhang Jing looked at Lindsay, "Are you coming too?"
"Okay," Lindsay agreed, "I'd be bored if I were left alone."
After reaching an agreement, 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 both have Citi citizenship, they need to apply for visas from major countries in Hong Kong.
It takes about 7-10 days to apply for a visa.
Zhou Manmiao didn't want to abandon her friends and stayed with Liang Jieshu and Lindsay.
Zhang Jing didn't want to wait, so he took the first step.
Rent a car from Xiangjiang, enter Zhencheng, and drive towards Huizhou. Most of the roads behind you are traveling through mountains and hills.
Driving about 400 kilometers northeast, Zhang Jing came to the picturesque town of Shankou.
Shankou Town is not far from Dakeng Village.
It was the same time as last time, the sun had just set, and Zhang Jing was standing at the upper port of Dakeng Village, which was similar to the mouth of a bowl.
Downward is a village located at the bottom of a crater. The view is dim and you can't see the bottom at a glance.
The road curve was too sharp, too steep, and there were no guardrails. Zhang Jing drove very slowly.
After more than ten minutes, we reached the bottom of the mountain. The mountain village was not small, but there were only three or four lonely lights.
Pausing at the entrance of the village for more than ten seconds, Zhang Jing gently stepped on his feet and went deep into the village with white walls and blue tiles.
After driving along the cement for more than thirty meters, we could vaguely hear singing coming from deep in the village.
'Sister, you take the bow'
'Brother is walking on the shore'
'Love, love, love and love'
It was like this last time, my throat was cracked, like metal rubbing against each other, and my ears were in bad shape.
Looking for the sound of singing, Zhang Jing came outside a two-story building. The car turned off and people got out.
A little old man was soaking his feet, singing, and drinking rice wine with peanuts in the roadside yard.
He looks very leisurely and his life is enviable.
Seeing Zhang Jing, the singing stopped suddenly.
The world is quiet, and my ears feel so comfortable that I feel pregnant.
Zhang Jing smiled and looked at the 77-year-old little old man with gray hair, thin body, rosy nose and big eyes.
"Old Captain, long time no see."
Qing Huan put down the wine glass, wiped her feet clean with a rag, and chatted at the same time and asked, "Why are you here?"
"I have other matters," Zhang Jing said vaguely, "I just happened to come to see you."
"Okay," Qing Huan said in a good mood, "I still have the wine you brought last time. I'll cook the broad beans I just picked from the field in the afternoon and let's drink some."
"Okay, drink some."
Under normal circumstances, Zhang Jing doesn't drink. Sometimes he not only gets into trouble, but may also die. But Qing Huan is different. He is a civilian hero who spends his life preventing the loss of national treasures.
While talking, Zhang Jing went around to the trunk and took out a bag with 12 bottles of Iron Cap Moutai and a bag with 12 bottles of Rock Beer.
I bought a roast goose on the road, two pounds of drunken peanuts, and two pounds of dried beans.
Qing Huan brought out a basket of broad beans from the kitchen, and Zhang Jing took the initiative to peel them.
It's easy to do, just take out a large plate and boil it directly with salted water.
For a moment, Zhang Jing and Qing Huan sat facing each other across a square broken table, with several side dishes placed in the middle.
In the yard, under the dim light, Zhang Jing opened the bottle cap with his fingers and handed a bottle of beer to Qing Huan, "First drink a bottle of beer as a base, and then drink the white one."
"Others tell me to drink less," Qing Huan smiled happily, "but you told me to drink more."
Zhang Jing smiled, picked up the wine bottle, and took a big sip for himself.
Qing Huan was more elegant, so he poured it into a cup and drank.
Looking at the wine that was the color of black coffee, Qing Huan, who was suffering from rosacea, asked jokingly, "Isn't what you gave me medicine to drink?"
"Try it," Zhang Jing invited. "Some people say it's bitter, while others say it has a wheat-flavored fruity taste."
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 distilled wine that foreigners drank was inferior, and that white wine was the best;
I didn’t expect their beer to be so good. "
Zhang Jing understood what Qing Huan wanted to express. When it comes to distilled wine, white wine is better than foreign wine.
Beer is the opposite.
"This is not a foreigner's beer," Zhang Jingying said. "It is brewed in a brewery managed by my wife, and the factory is in Temasek."
"Good stuff," Qing Huan asked tentatively, "Can such good beer be brewed in a big country?"
Zhang Jing's expression paused slightly. If someone else asked this question, he would refuse.
If the other party is an ambassador, Zhang Jing will push the question to Ding Jiaqi, which is equivalent to a polite refusal.
After hesitating for a second, Zhang Jing said readily, "It can be brewed locally."
The request was granted, Qing Huan was in a good mood, finished the beer, and then drank liquor.
Half a pound of soybean paste mixed with one pound of pure grain Erguotou tastes fragrant and soft without irritation.
After three drinks and five dishes, Zhang Jing asked Qing Huan, "Where is the lowest place in Dakeng Village?"
"Well," Qing Huan stopped with the goose leg in her hand, "Why do you ask this?"
"I'm a treasure hunter," Zhang Jing revealed the truth. "The information I saw on an ancient object said that there were a lot of copper coins in the lowest place in Dakeng Village."
"I heard it when I was a kid, but it was just a legend."
"What legend?" Zhang Jing asked curiously, "I want to hear it."
“It is said that during the Tang Dynasty, our ancestors were forced to live in this deep pit to avoid military disasters, but some earth dragons originally lived here;
Our ancestors paid a lot to kill them. "
"I plan to go take a look tomorrow."
"Be careful yourself," Qing Huan pointed to the cement road at the entrance of the courtyard, "go deeper into the village, to the end."
It was a bit cold at the bottom of the pit, so I 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 what Qing Huan said was the "lowest point."
A pond.
It is about five or six acres in size, and about a quarter of the area is under the stone wall on the edge of the pit circle.
Looking at the color of the water, it is obviously very deep under the rock wall.
Don’t hesitate, take off your clothes and pants, pretend to take out the scuba in the car and put it on.
The water temperature was only about eight or nine degrees, which was acceptable to Zhang Jing. He quickly swam deeper and released the sea lion Tank Bean to explore the way ahead.
The further in, the deeper the pond becomes.
Zhang Jing dived along the "bowl edge" of Dakeng Village to about 50 meters underwater.
After all, there are no coins and no 'danger'.
The treasure hunt system says it.
'Dushanbe: Don't go near the deepest part of Dakeng Village, although there are a lot of copper coins there. '
Is this Tai Hang Village not that Tai Hang Village?
Just when he had an idea in his mind, Zhang Jing discovered that there was a stone wall with an area of about seven or eight square meters on the 45-degree stone wall, which seemed to be movable.
Some people died, but not completely...
