"Yes! We collect mats!" I chuckled.
"Then you harvested it too early, right? Even if the new grass comes down in October, how many months is it now?"
"Haha, sister, you misunderstood. We collect old grass from previous years. Why don't you order some at home? I'll give you six yuan a pound for it!"
The village woman chewed melon seeds and said, "My hay has been sold out a long time ago, but your six yuan is too low. In previous years, it was at least eight yuan."
"Sister, you also know that the market has dropped a bit this year. By the way, sister, where is the Mercury Bridge? Let's go there and take a look."
The eldest sister pointed in the direction, I thanked her and rushed over.
While walking and stopping along the way, we collected dozens of kilograms of hay in the village without arousing any suspicion from the villagers. If there happened to be people from this village, they might have some impression of me and the leader.
There has always been a local legend that at the end of the Yuan Dynasty and the beginning of the Ming Dynasty, after Chen Youliang was killed by Zhu Yuanzhang, he was reincarnated as a baby with the help of a Taoist priest. The woman who was pregnant with the baby lived here in Chaozhu Mountain Village.
Liu Bowen calculated it and figured it out. In order to eliminate the root cause, he sent people to kill the woman, stripped the unborn baby out of her belly, poured mercury on the body and buried it deep in the ground, and built a tomb on top of it. The stone bridge was used for suppression, hence the name "Mercury Bridge."
After doing this, Liu Bowen knelt down to worship his master Zhu Yuanzhang, so this place was first called "Chaozhu Village". There is still an abandoned temple on the mountain called "Chaozhu Temple".
Of course, these are unofficial legends spread among the people and are not very credible. As soon as I arrived here, Boutou and I saw the Mercury Bridge. There was a small river under the bridge, with several villagers' houses on the left and a large forest on the right.
It was noon at this time, and most of the villagers had taken a nap at home after dinner. When no one was paying attention, we quietly entered the woods and began to carefully look for the mark left by the salesman Mr. Hu.
Soon, we saw a circle of small stones placed on the ground under a big tree, which was obviously placed artificially.
I looked around, looked up again, frowned and said, "It should be here, but look around, why can't you see any sign of sealing the earth here?"
"This is the reason why this place has survived." He frowned and said, "It is very likely that the owner of the tomb deliberately did not leave any sealing soil on the surface for safety. Yunfeng, you can use this tree as the middle boundary to explore several pits. Let me see."
"good."
Putting my head aside, I quickly picked up the Luoyang shovel and started digging into the ground.
soon.
"Head, no! This is seven or eight meters long!"
"Excuse me! Mr. Hu doesn't sell fake things like that. The earlier the time, the deeper the grave."
I naturally know this truth. Now I am afraid that if I buy a fake one, we will lose a lot of money!
After going down another meter, I picked up the shovel and saw the soil layer I brought out. I was overjoyed.
Performance!
Among the clods of soil I brought out, I could clearly see some "little white spots". I got closer and smelled them.
Yes, this is 100% white paste mud.
I continued to look down again, and this time I saw large chunks of white mud.
I was startled.
White mud was expensive to build in ancient times. Generally, it would be a luxury to have three centimeters of white mud to protect a tomb. However, unlike this one, there are big chunks of white mud. I visually inspected the white mud underneath. The thickness will not be less than ten centimeters.
What does this mean?
Two words.
